Hudson Family Tales Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

Hudson Family Tales Pt. 06

When I got home from Pop's, it was no surprise Dad didn't have much to say, other than, "You find a job yet?"

"No, not yet," I said sheepishly. I made my way to my room and dropped myself onto my bed, exhausted from my time Pop.

I closed my eyes, only to hear a knock. My dick tingled in my boxers. My doorknob turned and Dad peeked his head in. "I'm goin' to your Uncle John's for poker night. I'll ask if he has any work you can do at the office 'til you go to school."

It wasn't what I wanted to hear.

I wanted Dad to come in and sit on my bed, and tell me he was sorry for being so cruel over the past week, ignoring that we'd shared the hottest sex any father and son ever could. I felt like such a pussy, but I wanted him to be sorry for making me feel like shit. "Cool," I said.

Dad looked like he was going to tell me not to be a smart ass, but instead, he just lingered for a moment, then left me lounging on my bed. He closed the door as softly as he'd opened it.

I watched the sun sink behind the trees outside, and a while later, the front door closed. He was gone. He didn't even say bye.

I looked around my room. In the dark, it was exactly like when Dad's hairy ass cheeks drunkenly stumbled out last week, leaving me in bed with a load of his cum still coating the inside of my aching hole. I remembered laying in my sheets, hoping the fuck he'd just pounded into me would be the beginning of something new for us.

But as headlights shot through my curtains ...

... and Dad drove off into the night, I figured it wasn't ever going to happen again.

That didn't stop me from wanting him.

I realized that even though so much had changed in the past week, some things hadn't. I thought back on the day I just had with Pop. I loved him, and I was thankful for him, but there was something about Dad I felt hungry for that his dad couldn't give me.

I tried wrapping myself up in my comforter to see if I'd feel any of Dad still lingering, thinking of his hard, damp body thrashing me around in it. But it was no good. He wasn't there anymore.

Next thing I knew, I was down the hall, my fingers nudging Dad's door open in the dark.

I wasn't sure why I'd crept so softly to this room. I was home alone. I figured I just knew I was violating his privacy. Dad always warned me to keep out of his room. That was what made for half my curiosity the week before, when he summoned me in there.

I knelt onto Dad's cool sheets and crawled toward his pillow. I clenched onto it and brought it up against my face in the dark, pushing it as hard as I could against my nose and mouth. I breathed him in.

It sent a charge down my body, and before I knew it, one of my hands made its way into my boxers as the other continued to smother myself in Dad's scent. I rustled around my growing dick, satisfying its tingling desire to be touched.

Soon, I could feel myself edging on a climax and decided to trap my erection back into my shorts. I set the pillow down.

I ...