After the blowjob, my father left the house to go to work. He had to coach the team and that left me completely alone at home.
I was horny. In less than 24 hours he had fucked my ass and mouth and all I could think about was the next time. Was I becoming addicted to my father? I had to study and do my college work, but I couldn't do it.
I went up to my parents' bedroom and opened the drawers and cupboard doors, smelling his clothes, snooping around. An idea came to me. I went through all my mother's clothes and pulled out a red lace bodice, very 80s, and some tights and a thong. I also chose a pearl necklace. I went into the shower, washed myself very well, had an anal shower and shaved completely, making sure my skin was as smooth and silky as possible. I covered myself in my mother's creams and body oils and put on her lingerie. Then I put on some red lipstick and her perfume and put some pink blush on my cheeks. I also put on black high-heeled sandals. I looked like a little slutty faggot doll. Now all I had to do was wait. Nervous, with my heart pounding and my ass pining for more.
I called my mother and she apologised and told me not to come back until the next day, so I wouldn't leave for college before she got back. I said it would be fine, so she could have lots of fun and send my aunt kisses. Around six o'clock my father returned. I ran into the kitchen, opened the fridge and took out a cold beer, removing the lid.
- Dad! - I called out loudly.
He grunted in response.
- Come into the kitchen.
I was on my ass, beer in hand, ready to give him my ass. He came in and laughed like a pervert when he saw his son with his wife's clothes on.
- Fucking faggot. - And he whistled.
He was sweaty, smelling like a real man after training. My dad always goes to the gym after training his team.
- Have a beer, Dad. - I waggled my hips at him and poured it.
- You're such a faggot. I'm enjoying it, David boy.
I grabbed his cock, already hard inside his sweat-damp shorts.
- Let’s go into the living room, Dad. - I took his hand and while he drank his beer we went to the living room sofa where there was already a soccer program on the TV for him to watch.
I got down on all fours on the sofa and left my white thonged ass at his disposal.
- You can fuck me hard if you want, Dad... You came so fast yesterday.
- You’ve got a tight cunt, fucker. And I haven't put my cock in a hole for a while. But I'll try to hold out a bit longer. So you know who owns you.
He spat on his fingers, pulled the thong away and rubbed his saliva on my shaved pink hole.
He pulled down his shorts and started slamming his stiff cock into my asshole. I moaned loudly. The house was empty, I was totally at ease.
- Fuck me, fuck me like I’m mom. Hard as if I had a cunt.
- God, you're such a fucking faggot. Take my cock, you faggot.
I felt his big cock entering me and I moaned loudly. It hurt but I held on.
- Oh, that's so good, Dad, fuck me fast.
My father slapped my ass hard and then grabbed my hips and started hammering my hole furiously. He grunted between his teeth. His sweat dripped down my buttocks.
- Faggot, you're such a faggot. You're going to have to give me this ass every time you come over. No more lack of pussy. My faggot son has to give me his pussy whenever I need it, do we understand each other?
- Yes, Dad. You're the boss.
-. Of course I'm in charge, I'm the boss of the house. You're just a whore to serve me.
He fucked me angrily, my ass was already red and sore from the spanks he gave me. He pulled my hair and squeezed my neck. I was delirious, I was getting the fuck of my life. Unfortunately, my father only lasted a few minutes longer than the night before he started grunting and roaring like a wild animal and filled my hole with milk.
- DAD’S FILLING YOUR FAGGOT CUNT WITH CUM. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
I felt his wild spasms on top of me and the smell of his sweat flooded my nostrils. He pulled out of me and I lay there on all fours, milked in the ass like a used whore.
