Staying In – Asher Richards & Reese Rideout
I’ve had a lot of things on my mind recently. To make a long story short, I started to fall in love with my son Asher. I think, and perhaps fear, love is not far behind. You see, I can’t stop thinking about him. Your beautiful eyes, lips and smile. That cute little face and that perfect body. I could go on and on.
We’ve been playing and that’s a line I’ve crossed. Since we began a sexual relationship, I noticed Asher seeing other men. I’ve seen him on the phone late at night, leaving and returning a few hours later. It drove me crazy to think that another daddy’s dick was inside my son.
On this particular night, I decided to wear a polo shirt and dress pants. I wanted to relax and unwind for the night, to try and take my attention away from the sound of my son’s voice as I fucked his incredibly hot pussy in the late afternoon. Because I remembered so easily and wanted so much, I didn’t think anything could take my mind off Asher.
I noticed my son sitting on the couch holding his cell phone as I walked past the living room. He had a crooked smile as he looked at the screen. His hand was rubbing his crotch on his jeans. My grumpy son might be having sex with someone this time. Was he planning to go on a sexual encounter? Any enthusiasm to leave disappeared. I needed to know.
No need to be shy. I’m his father. I asked him directly who he was texting. He was obviously talking to ‘no one’, just a random guy who sent him a text message. I knew better; Asher’s eyes and erotic smile were clearly lit by something.
I wish I could make my son smile and light up. I wanted to make him touch himself. How macho could this guy be to make my son look so hot? I couldn’t contain myself. I picked up the phone and took it from Asher.
The boy protested, of course, but my look earned him silence. I looked at my phone screen and the first thing I saw was a macho looking forty-something man with a monster dick that was nearly a foot long.
God, I was jealous. I could not help it. But could I also understand how Asher, or any other horny boy for that matter? Could I see it like Asher, or any horny boy? It was fantastic. It wasn’t much bigger than my own dick, but damn, I was mesmerized.
I asked my son if he had sent a response or photos to this man. Asher said he didn’t and wouldn’t. I should have felt a lot better after that, but for some strange reason I didn’t.
I think suddenly my son and I had a breakthrough. After what seemed like an eternity, Asher finally spoke. He looked at me with a passionate and intense look and confessed to me that he really wanted me, and not the man on the phone screen.
The hungry, sweet-faced boy licked his lip and confessed to me that he thought I looked sexier. My son’s big blue eyes almost took my breath away. Asher was scanning my face for any clues; I was temporarily speechless. This was going in a direction I didn’t expect.
I fell in love for him. My desire took over. He was always so open and honest with me about his feelings and thoughts. It was almost as if my son was teaching me how to live boldly.
I slid in next to him. I told him how much he meant with my smile, my eyes and my hands. I told him I never stopped thinking about him and how much I wanted to be inside him. Asher didn’t need to speak for his answer. He put his hand on my face and I let my hands roam all over his soft body.
I made the boy get up and sat on the rug. I slathered the T-dick with my tongue. I swirled the T-dick with my mouth and tongue to explore its taste, like wine. Asher’s delighted screams spurred me on, inspired me to do more.
I finally laid him down on the couch and sucked my wet, slippery fingers, then pushed them into my son’s bonus hole. Asher squealed with delight. I inserted my tongue into the tasty space where my fingers had just slid.
I looked at him. His precious face said he was eager to go. Asher’s hand moved towards his T-dick, but he hesitated and looked at me as if asking for permission or guidance. I encouraged my son to touch himself while I sucked him.
I was so proud. After some time playing with his private parts, I asked him if he would like to do this. He nodded enthusiastically. I taught Asher how to touch himself and used my fingers and hands like a magician. My son arched his back and came. I kissed the boy’s wet, wet pussy.
I was so lost in pleasing Asher that I didn’t realize most of my clothes were still on. I quickly took off my clothes and pointed a dick like u
m cannon in my son’s tiny extra entryway. I couldn’t stop or turn back. I buried myself in him to the core. Asher sang like an angel and I roared like a wild beast. My son’s tight fuck tunnel was squeezing my monster’s monstrously hard cock. Damn it was amazing!
We fucked passionately all night. I can’t remember how many times I made Asher fuck me, but I remember the feeling of her wet, dripping slit and pulsing my cock. We both erupted simultaneously.
Asher and I took a while to come down from our climax. When my huge load came out of my well-fucked son’s hole, I let out a sigh of relief, happy that we both decided to stay inside.
