To say the vision before my eyes was unexpected would be a bit of an understatement. I'd come home early from work to a house full of noise, and hot, sweaty lust. But let's back up a bit.
I'm Jason. My mom and dad divorced when I was 17 years old. After living with mom to finish high school, I moved in with dad. I took a year off and had a great experience. I got to travel for the first month after graduation, a joint gift from my parents. Then it was on to the workforce.
I'd been living with dad for just a couple of months when, coming home at a decent hour, I walked in on my dad and some beautiful woman fucking in his bed room with the door wide open. Granted, the woman had some nice tits and her ass was small but shapely, but I didn't much enjoy seeing my dad's rear end clenching as he plowed into her from behind, not at first. I knew he had sex, but I didn't need to see it first-hand. It was kind of a turn off, but, to be honest, also a major turn-on. The more I thought about it, the more I jerked off to it, I couldn't picture those beautiful breasts without thinking of dad's hairy butt. Before long, I was trying to sneak a peek whenever he had someone in his room. And at some point, I realized I not only didn't mind seeing my dad's fuzzy cheeks, I kind of liked it. A nice manly pair of buttocks, round and firm, are what my dad had.
Jump forward to my coming home early that day, and I got to see a whole lot more, a different side of my father, if you will. A real eye-opener. A sight I would never have dreamed of. It was a spectacle that changed my life forever.
Work had been slow. I painted houses in my year off, and my boss only had a few indoor jobs, so the rain really slowed things down. We'd finished this last job by lunch, so he gave the team the rest of the day. I drove home in the windy rain just hoping to get inside before the hard stuff started coming. Unfortunately, as I was turning onto my street, the downpour started. So, I parked in the driveway next to dad's Beamer. What was he doing home so early in the day?
I walked in the front door, sopping wet. I removed my jacket and shoes before I heard the noises. Dad was upstairs in his bedroom getting a piece. That I could tell. I heard the unmistakable sound of a slurping blow job. Much saliva was being used on that cock. And whoever was sucking was giving my dad the royal treatment: he was groaning and sighing. I was halfway up the stars when the gagging stopped and I heard my dad's voice.
"I'm ready."
The bed creaked. They were getting into position. I was just looking over the top stair, just out of view when I heard my dad again.
"How do you want me?"
"Just like that, but over the railing."
Wait. That voice...? Is that a...? What the actual fuck? I heard the sliding door open. I crept up to the top step and looked around the corner. My dad's door was open, as per the usual. And what I saw the unbelievable: doggie style but...
My dad was naked on his balcony, bent over, looking over his shoulder as he spread his ass. Dad's face was sloppy and red, his hair matted from the rain. Behind him was the owner of the other voice: a man. A man with a dick much bigger than mine, thick, uncut, and covered in the same slime that covered my father's face was standing behind my father about to impale my dad.
I didn't recognize him. I hardly recognized my dad at this point. I had no clue my dad was getting railed. How long had that been going on? I watched unbelieving as the man pressed easily into my father. Barely a grimace as my father's ass accepted the invasion, but pure lust and pleasure followed. My dad growled his pleasure as the man bottomed out.
"That good, Rob?" the man asked as he ground his hips into dad's back side, followed by a hard smack on my dad's ass.
"Go for it, Kyle. You feel so damn good up my ass. And don't take it easy. I need a good pounding."
