Hudson Family Tales Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

Hudson Family Tales Pt. 03

... myself. I looked around at all Pop's trophies and medals. It was exactly like that day. "Magazines are in the same place," Pop said, and then reached to the back of his collar and pulled his jersey up and over his head. He wadded it and tossed it onto the floor.

I was stunned. Every vein in my body tightened, and I took a deep breath. I let my eyes fall down to Pop's furry chest. It was the perfect forest of manhood, only clearing for the two pink nipples bottoming each of his pumped-up pecs. "Dang, Pop. You look great."

"Thanks, Buddy. Why don't you let me see how you're lookin'? Don't think I've seen that chest of yours since last summer."

I reached for the bottom of my tee and lifted it over my head, tossing it next to Pop's on the carpet. The cool air conditioning swept over me. I could feel my nipples tense up.

When Pop came before me and placed his warm palms on my chest, I sighed. It was such a welcome feeling. "Not as hairy as you and Dad," I said, lifting up my arms. "But I do think these are getting a little fuller."

Pop looked at my pits, grazing each of them with his hands, then ran his fingers down to my waistband.

But rather than pull down my shorts, he pointed to his night stand. "Why don't you pick out some reading material for us?" he asked, then made his way onto his bed.

Pop watched as I opened the nightstand drawer, gazing down at the current edition of some porn rag with ...

... two busty blondes making out on the cover. When I picked it up, there was another magazine underneath, this cover of a curvy brunette feeling up her own tits.

I put the blondes back into the drawer and held up the brunette, waiting for Pop's next direction. When he patted the space next to him, I kicked off my shoes and climbed onto the bed. I laid next to him, and he reached over and began rubbing my belly, the way he did when I was little.

"Good choice, Buddy. You like 'em brunette, just like your dad." There was that proud grin again. "Open it up. Let's see what's in there."

I cracked open the magazine to a random page, and my eyes widened at the image that appeared. A woman knelt between two men, her hands bringing their fat cocks up to her lips. I stared into the picture, as I felt Pop's hand begin to sink down from my belly to my dick. He slowly rubbed it over my shorts and a moan escaped my lips. My eyes closed and the magazine lowered onto my chest as I relaxed.

"You alright?" Pop whispered, deep and quiet into my ear.

I nodded. He kept rubbing. "Can Pop touch you, Buddy?"

I nodded again. A moment later, I felt Pop's hand slide inside my shorts, just like Dad's had the week before.

I breathed in as my shorts slid down my legs, and off my feet onto the floor.

There was no going back with Pop now, and I never would have guessed what I was about to experience for the very first time.