Dad’s Cock Was In My Mouth (Perverted Daddy Shares Son) – Pt. 3

This series is semi-autobiographical. See Parts 1 & 2 for descriptions of sucking dad’s cock and being fucked by him. Months later, his friend enjoyed me.

Each Friday afternoon, I knew dad would be picking me up form mom’s house. After their divorce, I’d spend every weekend with him. Though I was 18, I was very small for my age. At only 5’2” with reddish-blonde hair to the middle of my back, (it was 1970) he soon found other ways to enjoy my body.

Several months earlier, he’d shown me a porn movie he’d borrowed from a friend. That night was the first time I’d sucked his cock. After that, he fucked my mouth – and throat – several time every weekend.

Nearly a month after the first time I sucked him, he gently fucked my small ass. During the following weekends, thing became progressively sexual. When we were in public – I was his son – his little boy. However, when we were at his house, I was his little boy slut.

As strange as it may seem, it was the best time of my life!

Initially, the weekends were all the same. I’d often suck him as we drove to his home.
Because he lived in a neighboring town, he had to drive on the highway. Many times, while I sucked his cock, he’d drive next to an 18-wheel truck, slowing to show the driver what he was doing to me.

The realization I was being watched was always a thrill. I knew the men driving the trucks couldn’t actually see my mouth on his cock, but they could easily see my small body laying across the seat (a bench seat in his car), and it was obvious what was happening.

Sometimes they’d sound their truck horns as daddy slowed, giving them a good look.
He’d pull my hair, lifting my face from his cock, telling me to wave to them while I held his exposed hard cock. It was such a thrill for someone my age.

Later in the evening, he’d fuck me. His favorite position was with me on my back, holding my legs in the air. After he’d cum, he’d let me cum. He’d make me lift my legs/knees above my head, curling my back so my small cock hung over my face.
As I jerked off, pointing my cock toward my mouth, he’d have me fondle his soft cock. It never took long before cum sprayed from my cock.

Shooting onto my face – or preferably into my mouth – he always wanted to see me drink my own cum… having swallowed a load of his sometime earlier in the day.

It wasn’t long before he realized, since I was small with innocent boyish features, I’d look good in girl’s clothes… or at least panties.

My mom was 5’1”, thin and petite. Though I’d never worn her panties before daddy told me to bring them to his house, I had pulled mom’s dirty panties from the hamper. I loved the way they smelled. I’d used her panties many times, during the previous months, to jerk off with… and into on a couple occasions.

“Bring mommy’s panties,” he’d told me. “One dirty pair and one clean pair.”
That week, I checked the hamper each night. On Wednesday evening I found a particularly messy pair. The small cloth patch which had pressed against her pussy, was saturated with warm, semi-wet goo.

It smelled wonderful.

Sliding them into a plastic bag, I only had to get a clean pair from her draw before Friday night.
The moment I got into daddy’s car that weekend, he asked, “Did you bring mommy’s panties?”
When I told him they were in my pocket, I could see his cock growing under his jeans.

That trip to his house was a memorable one. His cum filled my mouth before we even got to the highway.

Later that night, daddy told me to put on mom’s clean panties. They fit my hips perfectly, even with my small cock pressing against the front.

That night dad fucked my ass, while I wore mom’s panties. He told me to hold my legs wide as he pulled mom’s panties to the side. My small hard cock peeked from under the elastic band.
He’d fucked me several previous weekends, but his cock still felt huge when it forced its way between my tight puckered ass muscles.

Once he was inside, his cock effortlessly sliding in-and-out, he picked up mom’s dirty panties. He’d laid them on the pillow beside my head.
Inspecting the now dried cloth, he said, “These are dirty. Very dirty.”

I remember he pushed his cock’s full length into my ass before pausing. Normally he didn’t go that deep until he was ready to cum. He asked, “Were these still wet when you found them?”

I nodded, unable to do more than moan because of his cock’s deep insertion.
“Did you smell them?” he asked. His cock pulled out perhaps an inch, then pausing again.
“Yessssss,” I groaned.

Dad’s hips slammed forward, driving that inch back into my ass.
I screamed, unaware that was exactly what he wanted me to do.

When I did, he quickly shoved the filthy portion of mom’s panties into my mouth.
Leaning over me, pushing my knees to my shoulders, he fucked me in a way he’d never done before. Precum spilled from my small cock, pooling on my tummy. I’d never been so lustfully molested. I knew, I wanted to be fucked like this again!

As dad’s cock slipped into my ass, he stared at mom’s dirty panties in my mouth. I was nearly the same size as her. I always suspected – though I never asked him – that he was thinking about mom at that moment.

Twice that night, with his cock still buried inside my tight hole, he made long pauses to avoid cumming too soon.
Then, once he regained his control, his thick hard cock again pounded deep into my ass, as I wore mommy’s panties – and sucked on her dirty panties… yes… tasting her incestuous pussy flavor.

Eventually – nearly twenty minutes later -- he shot his cum into my ass. I’d never felt so full. I was certain I’d never be fucked like that again.
Happily, I was wrong.

Weeks later, the weekend before my birthday, dad told me he had a special present for me. Handing me a narrow box, he told me it was “for practicing.”
Excitedly opening the gift, I saw a long (approximately 8”) plastic vibrator. In 1970, dildos as we know them today, didn’t exist. Vibrators were slender plastic tubes, tapered at one end with an opening for batteries at the other.

Sold as “Muscle Massagers” everyone knew what their real purpose was. The usable length, of the vibrator was about 7”.
“Keep it hidden from mom,” he told me. “Use it when you’re at her house. You need to get used to having something in your ass.”

Dad’s advice to Keep It Hidden, wasn’t strictly achieved.
Where could a boy keep such a delightful idem -- hidden? Where do most boys hide thing? In their sock drawer! No one would think to look in a boy’s sock drawer. OOPS!

Mom found the vibrator two weeks after I brought it home. But that’s another story.

Because mom worked the afternoon shift at a local hospital, I had ample opportunities to practice with the vibrator during that week. It didn’t feel as good as dad’s cock. It was much harder, stiff plastic and not warm. It also didn’t gush cum into my ass. But it did feel nice and made me cum like crazy!

Friday night, when dad picked me up for my birthday weekend, he didn’t let me suck his cock on the way to his house. I thought that was very strange. An hour later I understood why.

I was watching TV when someone knocked on his front door. Dad answered it, inviting an older man, in his 50s, inside. His name was Quinn. The porn movies dad had shown me months earlier, were his. I learned dad had told him about me… and about what dad had been doing to me.

As I sat on the couch, listening to dad explain who this stranger was and what he – they – had planned for tonight, I became both afraid and excited. I understood what they were telling me.

Dad asked, “You brought mommy’s panties?”
I nodded. It’d become part of my weekend routine.
“Go put them on, then come back here,” he instructed. “Just her panties, nothing else.”

I went to my bedroom, stripped naked, slipping on mommy’s panties. My cock was hard – I was perpetually horny.

When I reentered the living room, to my surprise – though I shouldn’t have been – dad and Quinn were both naked. Quinn’s cock was a couple inches smaller than dad’s, I guessed perhaps 6” and hard. It already had a drop of precum peeking from the tip.

Dad’s cock was still soft. He always liked me to suck him – make his cock grow hard in my small mouth. Staying soft has never been something I’ve been able to do!

Dad told me to get on my knees – suck his cock. I pulled his thick warm soft cock to my lips. I always loved how it felt as it grew in my mouth.
I’d sucked him while truckers watched, but now, his friend was only a couple feet away. He could clearly see my mouth on dad’s shaft.

I hadn’t been sucking dad very long before he turned my face toward his friend. Holding the sides of my head, dad pushed my mouth toward Quinn’s cock. His warm shaft approached, the head slid over my tongue. His hips jerked as the tip of his cock pushed into my young throat.
Dad had gagged me countless times. Quinn’s cock, not as thick, was now doing the same.

To my utter astonishment, this stranger groaned almost instantly.
Dad moaned, “Yesssssss.”
My mouth was filled with cum. He’d been between my lips less than a minute, when his warm liquid gushed into my mouth. I chocked, tried to swallow and continued to suck Quinn’s cock.

I remember wondering – if that was all there was. It was over so soon.
It wasn’t over.

I crawled to the couch as Quinn and dad talked. I’d obviously done a good job, not only for Quinn, but for daddy too. Though dad hadn’t cum – yet – sucking his friend’s cock, drinking his cum, was what dad had wanted me to do.
Twenty minutes later, I had another chance to make daddy happy.

As dad sat on the couch, he told me to get on my knees in front of him. His cock had been hard the entire time. A small stream of precum had oozed from the head, running down to his balls. He wanted me to suck him – while Quinn watched.

Easy enough, I thought. Though I could see Quinn’s cock was once again hard.

Holding the base of daddy’s cock and touching his balls, I lowering my mouth over his oozing shaft. I’d been sucking him for less than a minute when I felt hands on my small butt. The warm wet head of a man’s cock touched my asshole.

“Now, Quinn,” dad said, pushing my head down, forcing his cock into my throat.
My back arched upward as Quinn’s cock entered my body. It was the first time… of many… dad and Quinn fucked me like this. It was my birthday weekend.

Quinn’s balls bounced against mine, as his cock slid deep into my ass. Dad had fucked me several time, I’d used my vibrator all week, but this – double sensation – was beyond belief. Thrust after thrust driving into my throat and ass as dad and Quinn used me in a way I’d never been used – never even imagined or fantasized.

Seconds turned to minutes, hard pounding, gagging, merciless cocks became slow sliding probes. Their pace alternated as they tried to maintain their levels of lustful excitement. I knew at some point, both would cum in me. I also knew I wanted them to do that very thing.
I wanted to taste daddy’s cum. I wanted this older man’s cum in my small butt.

Alternating their molesting movements until they could resist no long, both cocks eventually erupted.
Quinn’s was the first, shooting his cum into my ass. As he slowed his deep driving thrusts, daddy’s cock gushed his familiar thick goo into my mouth. Dad always cum a lot, more it seemed than other men – I learned over time – but this night seemed to be double the amount.

I drank, sending daddy’s warm birthday gift to my tummy. When I finally went to bed – a couple hours later – I took four loads of men’s cum with me.

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