The house was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge when Jake walked in from the garage, still sweaty from his workout. His dad, Mark, was at the kitchen table in nothing but old gym shorts, scrolling on his phone. At fifty-two Mark was still built thick from years of construction work, gray chest hair spreading across his pecs, a solid gut that made his body look powerful rather than soft.
Jake, twenty-six and just as broad, kicked the door shut and didnt bother with small talk. You been thinking about it all day like I told you?
Marks eyes flicked up. His jaw tightened, but he nodded once. Yeah. Couldnt stop.
Jake crossed the room in three strides, grabbed a fistful of his dads hair, and yanked his head back. Then get on your knees and show me.
Mark dropped without argument. The tile was cold under his knees, but he didnt care. Jake shoved his shorts down and his thick cock sprang out, already half-hard and heavy. Mark opened his mouth and took it straight to the back of his throat, gagging once before he settled into the rhythm Jake likedwet, sloppy, no hands unless Jake told him to use them.
Fuck, thats it, Jake growled, hips rolling forward. Suck your sons dick like youve been dying to all week. Spit ran down Marks chin and dripped onto his own chest. Jake held him there until Marks eyes watered, then pulled out and slapped the wet cock across his face. Bedroom. Now. Shorts off.
Mark stood, shoved the shorts down, and walked ahead of him. His ass was round and firm, the kind of ass years of squats and lifting had built. Jake followed, already stroking himself, watching the way Marks hole winked when he bent over the edge of the bed like theyd done a dozen times before.
Jake didnt waste time with lube at first. He spat on his fingers, pushed two inside his dads hole, and worked them deep while Mark grunted and pushed back. Greedy fucking hole, Jake muttered. You want your son to wreck it again, dont you?
Goddamn right I do, Mark answered, voice rough. Quit teasing and fuck me.
Jake pulled his fingers out, lined up, and drove in with one long thrust. Marks back arched and a raw sound tore out of him. Jake didnt stop. He gripped Marks hips hard enough to leave marks and started pounding, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Every thrust went balls-deep, stretching Mark open around his thick cock.
Take it, Jake snarled. Take every inch like the slut dad you are. He reached under and grabbed Marks cock, found it leaking steadily onto the sheets. Yeah, you love this. Your own son using your ass.
Mark pushed back to meet every stroke, grunting filthy encouragement. Harder. Fuck me harder, Jake. Want to feel it tomorrow.
Jake gave him exactly that. He flipped Mark onto his back, shoved his legs up and wide, and slammed back in. From this angle he could watch his dads face twist with every brutal thrust, watch the way Marks cock bounced against his stomach. Jake leaned down and spat in Marks open mouth, then kissed him rough and deep while he kept fucking.
They stayed locked like that, bodies slapping, sweat mixing, until Jake felt his balls tighten. He pulled out, flipped Mark again, and hauled him up onto all fours. Gonna breed you, he warned, voice low and dirty. Gonna fill my dads hole so full it leaks down his thighs.
Mark moaned and reached back to spread himself wider. Jake drove in one last time and came hard, cock pulsing deep inside as he pumped rope after rope of cum into his father. He stayed buried until the aftershocks faded, then eased out slow so they could both watch the thick white load start to drip.
Mark collapsed forward, breathing hard. Jake dropped beside him, one hand still resting possessively on Marks ass. After a minute he slid two fingers back inside, pushing the cum deeper, and Mark groaned again, already half-hard once more.
Round two in the shower, Jake said, voice still rough. Then youre riding me on the couch while we watch the game.
Mark turned his head and gave a slow, satisfied grin. Whatever you want, son.
Jakes answering smile was all hunger. Damn right.
