“Yeah, baby. Open that wet cunt for me,” Dad moaned in my ear with beer-soaked breath as he kissed my neck. “Lemme just cum in your pussy, baby, then you can go back to sleep.” Savoring his big cock inside me, I was in no rush to go back to sleep.
I wasn’t surprised when Mom walked out on Dad. For as long as I can remember, Dad would come home every day from his job as an auto mechanic, shovel some dinner in his mouth, and then drink a case of Bud with his ass parked in front of the television. By 10 pm, he’d be sound asleep in his recliner, his shirt undone to reveal his hairy chest, his mouth open wide as he snored loudly with beer cans littered at his feet.
Once a month, Dad would get off his drunken ass at 2 am, climb the stairs, and show Mom some much-needed affection with his big dick. My room was next to theirs, making me an unintended witness to their infrequent lovemaking. “Lemme just cum in your pussy, baby, then you can go back to sleep,” he’d mutter, the bed springs squeaking with all his weight upon her. Mom would moan softly as he rocked his load into her, usually in a matter of minutes. Looking back, those quick fucks were probably her only moments of fulfillment in their otherwise loveless marriage. It wasn’t enough.
Mom waited until I was eighteen, an arbitrary age in which she could be absolved of motherhood, to leave Dad. She was no doubt tired of keeping house, cooking and cleaning for a detached, selfish man whose idea of love was a once-a-month, drunken quickie. And so she packed up and said goodbye. I didn’t blame Mom for leaving, but I also knew it was just a matter of time before my hole replaced hers.
As the saying goes, you don’t know what you have until it’s gone. And now that Dad didn’t have access to pussy, he was suddenly hornier than ever. To his credit, Dad tried to take matters into his own hands, literally. I would come downstairs in the morning to find him still asleep in his recliner. His pants would be undone, his big cock flopped lazily against his hairy thigh. And fanned up his furry chest and belly would be the dried, crusty remains of his jizz. I wanted to kneel before him and lick his hairy body clean, but I had loftier goals. I wanted to be Dad’s cum dump. I wouldn’t have to wait long.
Mom had been gone about a month when I retired to bed one night. Dad was already sleeping drunkenly in his recliner, the outline of his hard cock pressed against his pants as he likely dreamt of pussy. I had taken to lubing my hole before bed, readying myself to be used by Dad and his big dick. I drifted off to sleep, but was awoken around 2 am by the sound of Dad’s deliberate, heavy footsteps on the stairs. My ass twitched as my door slowly creaked open.
“I need me some pussy, boy,” Dad muttered, undoing his pants. He climbed on me, pulling back the sheet with one hand as his finger probed for my hole. Finding it, he promptly shoved his big dick inside me. “Fuck, you gotta wet cunt,” Dad exclaimed, his balls mashed against my hole. I spread my legs wider, in order to take him deeper.
“Yeah, baby. Open that wet cunt for me,” Dad moaned in my ear with beer-soaked breath as he kissed my neck. “Lemme just cum in your pussy, baby, then you can go back to sleep.” With all his weight upon me, Dad rocked his cock in and out of my hole. “Fuck, you’re tight. I ain’t gonna last long in this tight pussy,” he warned. And barely a moment later he began to grunt out his load inside me. I could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing within as Dad filled me with his seed.
“Damn, boy. Your cunt is made for cock,” Dad praised as he pulled out of me. He immediately rolled over and fell asleep beside me, his load seeping out of my used hole. I fingered my cummy hole and fed Dad’s load to myself with two fingers, relishing his salty taste. I finally fell asleep next to Dad, both of us fully satiated.
I awoke early the next morning with Dad snoring loudly beside me. The sheets were twisted at our feet, and he was hard again. The clock read 6 am, so I knew Dad had another thirty minutes before he had to get ready for work. Grasping his hard cock, I straddled Dad and worked his big dick back inside my used hole. Dad awoke to find me riding him.
“Shit, boy,” Dad exclaimed, grabbing me by the hips and raising himself higher to probe deeper inside me. “Your mom never wanted to ride my cock in the morning.” I leaned forward and kissed Dad, still bouncing up and down on his big dick.
“I think you’ll find I’m willing to do a lot of things that Mom wouldn’t do,” I replied. And with that, Dad promptly emptied his balls inside me once more.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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