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TIPS FROM DAD: Son, it's your turn when mommy's gone. .

When your step daddy is home for the day and mum is out shopping with her friends, what better time could there be for some step dad and son bonding in the hot tub. Neither of you cared what the neighbours thought as he fired a third load into your pussy.

Daddy I know mom is in the next room but pleeeaaaase will you fuck me? 🥹

“Oh hey, mom! Don’t blame Tom, I got him good and drunk and you know how men can’t resist this ass. Dad, Hank, Dennis. Now Tom! I think he’s my favorite actually. He’s cum twice and obviously he’s working on a third. Wonder who he’ll want when he sobers up? My money is on me.”

The first selfie I assumed was an accident. The several that followed were blatant, accompanied by messages like “I need Daddy.” I won’t act like I didn’t wanna fuck my stepson, but I loved his mom. And then this selfie came. “I’ll be there in 30 minutes.” What can I say?

I got this snap from my best friend. Dad had agreed to pick him up from the airport, I was out of town. A series of snaps followed, of my best friend sucking my Dad, sitting naked in his lap kissing him, getting fucked by him. The snaps stopped, but I’m sure their fun didn’t.

I was surprised when my son’s 3 best bros wanted to join us. “They know how these weekends go?” “That’s why they want to come, Dad.” I wasn’t gonna say no, he had hot friends. So a full weekend where the only rule is Dad is the only top and I’ll have 4 boys? Boy butt heaven.

I hadn’t taken my son far enough off the trail to not be noticed. I wanted his troop mates to see him getting fucked by his Dad. I could feel him tense up when they spotted him, I chose that moment to make my cock pulse as I shoved ever inch inside him. He screamed, they cheered.

“Oh hey, Daddy! ...but why can’t I call you, Daddy? ...stop touching myself? You mean like this? *laughs* Daddy I can see you’re excited, why don’t you come over here? I know you look at Daddy-son porn. Isn’t having your son even better? ...just come take a taste. Please, Daddy?”

Dad said my ass belonged to him, but I just couldn’t resist Uncle Nick. He had a huge cock and a deep voice that made me wet. Mid-fuck Uncle Nick points to a spot on the ceiling, “see the camera? Your Dad is watching. He’s gonna be pissed!” They’d set me up! I came right then.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. Ooooh fuuuuck yes. That’s my good boy. Take your Daddy’s cock up that pretty boy hole. Ahhhhhh fuuuuuck. That’s it, sweetie, scream if you need to. Your momma never took it like this. Ahhh fuck, squeeze my cock, that’s it faggot. Gooooood boy.”

I told his mother I would pick him up from school today. I was taking a half day and I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. I pulled him out of class at noon. We spent the day stopping off at secluded areas. “I thought you took the day off to relax?” my wife asked. “Oh, I did.”

When Dad would come to visit alone I knew I was in for a weekend of Daddy-son lovin’. He loved it best when I licked his balls, I’d spend forever on them, churning that seed. He’d look down at me with a grin “you look so pretty.” I’d smile back, though he probably couldn’t tell.

His body was all I could ever think about. That beautiful smooth skin. That sexy light dusting of blonde hair. The way he’d show off for me. I started buying him jockstraps and the bills racked up. “Honey, what’s Andrew Christian?” my wife asked, looking at our credit card bills.

I didn’t realize Dad was home, led alone sitting in the corner watching me. I was so embarrassed. He didn’t know I was gay but I felt like my thong and this dance kinda gave it away. I blushed fifty shades of red. Dad chuckled, “don’t stop now, son. Daddy is just getting hard.”

Dad fucked all of his sons, but there was something special about the youngest, Ben. If they were playing I would sit back and marvel at the show. The way Dad’s big muscular body naturally dominated Ben’s small frame. The way Dad’s big cock fit Ben’s hole perfectly. Look at them.

There was nothing like having him lay on top of me, my cock deep inside him, my mouth and tongue running up and down his neck. He would moan and beg, telling me non-stop how much he loved our time together, how much he needed it. And I get it, baby boy, Daddy needs his son, too.

I’d raised my sons well. They’d both grown into intelligent, courteous, cock hungry young men. I couldn’t have been prouder. Usually evenings were spent worshipping Dad, but sometimes I liked to kick back and watch the fruits of my labor at work. Look how well they play together!

Goddamn the pussy just waiting under his boxers. I had fucked it dozens if not hundreds of times and it was still so very tight. Gorgeous & pink. He’d learned how to milk my cock with it, how to keep his Dad’s seed inside. I never knew if I wanted to eat, finger or fuck it more.

My friend Chuck didn’t believe my son would suck my cock in front of him. I sat out to show him. After a while I turned to him “see what I mean, dude?” Chuck was overwhelmed and clearly turned on, “its like he’s made for it. .....any chance I could have a turn with him, bud?”