I'm Dan, a 45 year old white guy, after the passing of my wife I returned to my old home and my son Tim. For an old guy I'm in good shape, 5' 6" around 140 pounds. I'm a pretty solid body, firm muscular legs and firm strong arms. My son is taller than me and in better shape. He is like some Greek god, with sculptured chest and abs, muscular legs and a well formed ass. He is horse hung, like myself. We sport a thick eight inch cock. His cock and balls are beautifull. I see his beautiful androygnus face with full lips. I imaging they are soft like his mothers were.
Oh God...it feels so good, that wonderful feeling of my hard dick inside a willing wet mouth. The feeling of my cock being socked and played with as warm soft hands fondles my hanging balls. Then I feel my cock sliding into the tightness of an asshole. I feel my balls bounce against that firm soft ass that I fondle as I my hot member slides in and out of the tight asshole....oh God it is wonderful and I feel the hot wetness of my cum bubbling out of my cock head, I feel its warm stickiness on my balls and thighs....I feels wonderful and I drift off into bliss....
Bright light, warm and dazzling is shining on my eyes and it calls me to wakefulness. Oh, I left the shades open and the sun came in. I look at the clock and it's like five in the morning. Well I'm awake and I might as well get up.
I reach over to pull off the covers put they resist, I realize I had a wet dream, and a rather good and big one last night, the sheets are very stained and stuck to my dried cum stuck to my bare skin as well.
I look at my morning hard on and I'm amazed as usual at the huge hard thing, I measured it a few times, I am bit vain. It's eight inch with a inch girth is impressive standing like a piece of stiff wood. I look over my elderly but gym firmed and jogging firm body, not bad for an old guy. I get my socks, running shoes, sweatshirt, and stuff my member into the tight form fitting Lycra bike shorts, and walk quietly out of the house for a morning run trying to be careful not to wake my son.
I think of my son as I jog in the neighborhood. I've seen a lot of my son since I came back to live in the family home after the death of my wife. Seen a lot of him since he is mostly parading around naked! He has made good use of our full size swimming pool, and the weight machines I left at the house when I moved out. I wonder if he uses them naked? Probably does.
I just can't imagine him parading around naked in front of my wife. She loved my large strong body but was always telling me to dress and cover up like a proper adult.
He has inherited my package, that's for sure. That thick cock and balls is a mirror of my own horse hung member. He has inherited his mother's shapely ass, hips. The arms and legs that he has strengthened is from me. He is like that marble Greek gods made of marble. I'm sure that all the girls in his school dreams of fucking him.
I am lost in the reverie and mange to make my way back to the house as I feel a familiar sensation in my prick it is still firm. Hanging around him and his exhibitionist ways makes me horny. Oh my god, then there is the blow jobs! I just recalled the web site and the morning blow jobs.
I enter the house and quietly make my way to the laundry. I pull the sweaty clothes off of me and dump them into the hamper. Then I realize that wasn't too bright. I'm naked and I didn't bring my robe with me to cover up. Oh well, I'm sure my son is asleep, so he won't see me walk naked through the house to my room.
"Morning Dad," my naked son says as his hand rests on my bare ass.
"What the hell are you doing here?"