Hudson Family Tales Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Hudson Family Tales Pt. 04

... in and out of his scruffy lips, and he only took me all the way out to tell me how good I tasted.

"Pop?"

"Yeah, Buddy?"

"Can I... taste you?"

"Hmm..."

With that, he got up from the bed. I crawled down to floor onto my knees, situating myself in front of Pop's shorts. Right in front of me, he yanked them down and showed himself to me for the first time.

Pop's cock sprung up, fully hard right before my face. My eyes took it in. I couldn't help but notice that it looked exactly like Dad's. I wanted it lodged in me, immediately.

But before I could lean forward and taste his pink head with my tongue, Pop grabbed my hair and yanked me back. My eyes widened, surprised and confused.

"Does Buddy want to taste Pop's cock?"

I nodded from the floor, my eyes begging Pop to feed me.

"Has Buddy been a good boy?"

Again, I nodded. My mouth was watering. I wanted his cock so bad I could feel my head subtly still trying to lean forward despite his grip.

"I don't know..." Pop said. "I think Buddy might need a spanking."

I had no idea where the hell this had come from, but it was like a zap to my dick. All of a sudden, all I wanted to feel was Pop's hand smacking my ass, just like when I was little. "Was I a bad boy again?" I asked.

Pop grinned, realizing I'd play along, no explanation necessary. He took a seat on the edge of his mattress. "Get up," he said, and when I did, he added, "Now come here and bend over. You know how."

I lowered myself and ...

... laid my bare chest onto Pop's hairy thighs. I looked down at his feet and only a second later, a heavy thwack hit my ass. I jumped. This was a lot harder than before. It was so sharp I was surprised I hadn't yelped through my gritted teeth.

But it wasn't bad, I realized. In fact, my heart was thudding harder than ever. I could feel my pulse in my throat. "You okay, Buddy?" Pop asked.

"Yeah," I told him, and then felt another few whacks. I was heaving on his lap afterward. They were all even stronger.

Finally, Pop told me there was going to be one more, then let it rip. The blaring bang could probably be heard all the way back at Dad's house, this time accompanied by a massive moan on my end. My ass was hot with the sting of his palm. Tears welled up in my eyes from the intensity. This was so fucking bizarre, but at the same time, it was somehow even more exhilarating than when Dad fingered me.

Pop instructed me to get up onto his bed and lay down. I did, the soft flannel sheets soothing my back and ass.

Then the heft of his muscle crawled over me and moved his body forward until I was looking up at his cock and balls, dangling over my face. "Tell me you want it, Buddy."

"I want it, Pop."

"You like Pop's hairy privates?"

"Yes sir."

"You want to taste Pop's privates?"

"Yes. Please, Pop."

His eyes locked onto mine the way Dad's had the week before, and then he pushed down on his cock with his fingers and teased me with the slick head. A small bit of ...