Hudson Family Tales Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

Hudson Family Tales Pt. 03

... mean, nevermind. That was a stupid question. Who does that? That'd be weird. Sorry I said that, Pop."

"Hey, hey, stop," Pop said, cutting me off. "Buddy, did your Dad finally have man time with you?" He cracked a smile. It was the same smile I saw the first time I rode a bike in his driveway, or the first time I took a girl to a dance at school, or the first time I shaved. "Is that why you're here?"

"I guess, yeah."

In my shorts, my dick and balls were tingling and thickening. I shifted on the couch, trying to conceal what was happening inside my boxers, but I could tell Pop was onto me.

He looked down at my crotch, and the hand on my knee moved slightly up toward my groin. Then Pop's other hand did the same thing on my other leg. "Did you like man time, Buddy?"

My mouth was watering the same way it had when Dad's freshly-showered cock engulfed my face in its warmth. I felt hot, and instinctively, put my hands on top of Pop's. "I liked it," I confessed.

"Do you want to have a little more man time right now? With your Pop?"

"Is that okay?"

"Of course it's okay, Buddy. I've been waiting for this."

"Really?"

"Remember that time I caught you in my room?"

Suddenly I was mortified. It was bad enough I remembered that moment, but now Pop was bringing it up? I apologized. "Pop, I'm really sorry about that. That was so embarrassing and stupid."

"Stupid?" Pop chuckled. "It was hot. That's what it was. Goddamn awesome."

"What?"

"I walk into my ...

... room, and I find you there, on my bed, pulling your young pud to my porn. Do you know what a proud Pop I was in that moment, watching you take care of yourself like a healthy man, letting that little load shoot? I remember, I was so impressed at how well you were growing. Your arms, your legs... your privates. Some hair had just started coming in down there. You were startin' your journey, Bud. I would have stayed in there, but I wanted to give you some privacy. So I left."

"You weren't mad?"

"Mad? Hell no, Buddy. I was proud. And if I'm being honest, a little turned on, as wrong as it might be."

"All this time I thought I was messed up."

Pop was in disbelief. He stopped massaging my thighs and looked me dead in the eye. "I'm sorry you felt that way, Buddy. I wish there was something I could do to make that bad memory go away."

His brows pressed down, and I could tell he was serious. He wanted to make me feel better about it. Then his brows went back up. He had an idea. "I'll tell you what, Buddy. I can't undo what happened that day. But maybe, even if we can't erase it, we can replace it, with a better memory. What do you say?"

I felt Pop's hands begin to move on my legs again. My erection was pressing up on my boxers in my shorts, my heartbeat reaching all the way to the tip. "What do you have in mind?"

The next thing I knew, I was following Pop to his bedroom.

We went inside, and I realized I hadn't been in there since that day he caught me touching ...