1.
Lauren Rothwell - nee Blenkinsop and boy was she glad to get rid of that - glances through the kitchen window over the pile of breakfast dishes she has been washing and smiles at the sight of her husband John enjoying some nude sunbathing out in the secluded garden of the family home, his head buried in a paperback novel as he reclines lackadaisically on the sun lounge. Lauren is also in the nude since the Rothwells are a naturist family - and more besides - although it isn't often that she and John find themselves alone like this, their daughter Bethany and John's mother Audrey having gone into town to have their hair done while Kyle, John and Lauren's handsome athletic son, is out enjoying another of his regular Saturday morning jogs through the nearby woods.
After another fantastic family orgy the night before when John and Kyle had fucked their female relations until they'd screamed for mercy before indulging in a spot of father and son gay incest while the ladies watched, John had given his wife another good seeing to that morning after the rest of the family had gone about their respective business. Lauren's cunt still feels pleasurably sore from the pounding it received from her husband's all-conquering prick as she places the last of the dishes on the draining board and turns towards the study, deciding to leave John to his novel while she gets on with her latest erotic story. She logs onto her computer and gets the incomplete tale up on the screen, all about an incestous family drawn from her own experiences.
The day is filled with the magic of summertime, the air soft with the scent of honeysuckle and just a small hint of a breeze floating in through the open window of the study. Lauren sits herself naked in front of her computer and re-reads the part of the story she has written so far, making a few alterations here and there and checking her punctuation and typing errors. Soon, she is thoroughly absorbed in her task and as she starts to add further passages of prose, she cannot get the words down quick enough as lots of new horny ideas occur to her.
Meanwhile, out in the garden, John throws the trashy novel he has been trying to read to one side and stretches his body, still lithe and supple for a man in his early forties thanks to regular visits to the gym, into a more comfortabler position on the sun lounge. He closes his eyes and for several relaxing minutes drifts off into a semi-conscious doze, having first covered himself in oil to protect himself from the rays of the rapidly sweltering sun.
John isn't sure how long he has been dozing, probably half an hour or more, when he hears the gate open and, looking up, smiles as he sees his son Kyle returning from his morning run, looking incredibly handsome and sexy in his sports kit, a tight pair of figure-hugging white shorts and a matching white singlet. The shorts accentuate Kyle's ass cheeks and dent into his crack, so tight they look like they have been painted onto his visually attractive twenty-one years old bottom while his singlet enhances his broad shoulders and his perfect swimmer's build.
"Hi, son," says John, reaching down and stroking his prick and coaxing it back to life, not that it needs much in the way of persuasion, "good run?"
"Sure was, dad," replies Kyle, looking and feeling thoroughly exhilarated as he advances further into the garden, his own cock swelling inside his shorts as he eyes up his father's growing erection, "you should have come with me."
John often accompanies Kyle on jogging sessions but, after the party the night before, he had slept late before settling his unfinished business with Lauren.
"I will next time, son," replies John, gazing at the now formidable bulge tenting out the front of Kyle's shorts. "Looks like you're feeling horny again."
"You know me, dad," laughs Kyle, "always horny. And I could say the same about you," he adds, his eyes feasting on his father's now very full erection and rubbing his own hard-on through his shorts. "Did you fuck mom this morning?"
Kyle had left for his run very early before the rest of his family were awake, surprising himself that he felt energetic enough to do so after having given every member of his family a thoroughly good series of fuckings at the previous night's gangbang.
"You know I did," replies John, enjoying the little word game as a build-up to some more hot action, "and that was a great fuck you gave us all last night, too, your gran couldn't get enough," John continues as images of his mother Audrey taking her grandson's prick up both her holes in rapid succession come back into his mind's eye. "She loves taking it in that old cunt of hers and her asshole, too. Did you enjoy watching me fuck your mom, gran and sister, too?"
John smiles at Kyle, knowing full well what his son's answer will be.
"Too fucking right I did, dad," says Kyle automatically, still fondling his prick and glancing towards the house. "Where is everyone?"
"Your mom's indoors," says John, "probably at her computer again writing another one of her dirty stories. Be a darned sight better than this ridiculous novel, that's for sure," he adds, indicating the paperback cast to one side. "Your sis and gran have gone into town to have their hair done."
"What, again?" laughs Kyle.
"You know what women are," says John, laughing with his son and agreeing with him. Women are gorgeous creatures but funny, too, John thinks, the way some things - like a haircut, for instance, which to him were of only minor importance - become big social events in the day-to-day calendars of female folk.
Like with the paperback, John quickly casts all thought of women's hair-do's to one side and turns his attention back to admiring proudly his handsome son standing in frunt of him in his running gear with his erect cock pressing up against his shorts, creating an obscene but paradoxically beautiful bulge. Kyle is feeling as horny as fuck while his hard cock seems like it is ready to split his skimpy shorts in two.
"You look great in those little white shorts, son," John says, "they're really tight and show that bulge and your ass off spectacularly."
"Thanks, dad," replies Kyle, "I know you like seeing my ass in my shorts," he adds, moving up closer to his father and enjoying the feel of his ass cheeks rubbing together inside his shorts. He turns to show John in close-up his shorts-clad posterior, the material of his shorts stretching taut across the rounded arcs of his buns and pleased to hear his father's low whistle of admiration, feeling no embarrassment, just excitememt as he stands there enjoying having his father ogling his firm muscular backside.
John's mouth is watering as his eyes take in the delicious view of his son's tight butt cheeks. Without waiting to be asked, knowing Kyle will not object, he reaches out with his hands and begins to stroke the young encased cheeks of his own son, cupping the buttocks in his hands and enjoying the feel of their texture through the shorts. Kyle's ass jiggles to his father's touch and his prick responds accordingly.
