Hudson Family Tales Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

Hudson Family Tales Pt. 06

... picture. Their thick arms rested on each other's broad shoulders, seeming to intentionally show off their studly young muscles to the camera. The college football player and his wrestler brother smiled big in the nude.

Both of the young Hudson men had hair on their chests, but not as much as they did now. In the photo, each presented a pattern more like mine, mainly dark from their navels down, the bushiest heading into their tufty pubes.

Once I saw them, I couldn't take my eyes off their crotches. Dad and Uncle John were otherwise so youthful, but their lofty cocks were just like what I'd seen on Dad last week. Hefty and thick.

Now, as I gazed down, there were two of them hanging in front of me.

My own dick raged in my shorts. I could feel a slight wetness from the pre-cum. I considered pumping out a load right then, but I had to see what was left in the stack. There seemed to be a few more shots.

It was worth it. The next photo was a close up of someone's ass cheeks, plump and tan with a light dusting of dark hair on them, and also what looked like... a trail of cum?

A couple translucent white streaks glimmered across the cheeks, and I couldn't help but wonder whose ass this was. It was hard to tell. Whoever it belonged to, my mouth watered at the thought of touching the spunk on it with my tongue.

The next picture showed what I presumed were Dad's fingers, halfway pushed into some woman's trimmed pussy. The lighting was relatively dark, but the flash ...

... from the camera showed how wet this woman was. Dad's fingers and knuckles glistened as they made a salute into this lady's tight hole.

Dad hated Mom so much, I imagined it wasn't her. But I had no idea who else it could be. If Dad dated or fucked other women, it wasn't while I was ever home.

In the years since Mom left, he didn't talk about women much. On some nights, I could hear the faint moans of a woman getting fucked coming from his room, but I knew he was just watching a video. No one was ever at our house but Dad and me.

When I flipped to the final picture, I was stunned. My lungs froze solid and my heart felt like I'd put one foot over the side of a skyscraper.

On the glossy polaroid, it was me.

I was buck naked. Face down on my bed.

I peered at my butt, and beside the peach fuzz which darkened closer to my crack, I could see just a little of the residue Dad had left on me.

Holy shit, I thought. Not only had Dad gone back into my room that night, but he took his old camera with him.

The flash exposed my entire backside. Part of me felt violated in a way I'd never been before.

But most of me was turned on, knowing Dad considered my ass this much of an achievement.

I laid back on Dad's bed and pulled down my shorts, wasting no time before I clenched my dick and started beating it.

I stared into the photo of my own used ass, finally knowing that when Dad left me in my dark bedroom, filled up with his load, it was something he did want to ...