mascbttmson: billthedrake: LIKE OLD TIMES“Your mother has been looking forward to your visit,&
mascbttmson: billthedrake: LIKE OLD TIMES“Your mother has been looking forward to your visit,” Dad said as he got onto the interstate on-ramp from the airport. I didn’t make it home as much these days, but I made sure to fly back East at least once a year. Things had gotten busy for me with work, and my relationship with Kevin had gotten more serious, too. So I was probably a couple months overdue. “It’s good to be home,” I said. “Usually the weather’s pretty lousy when I’m here.”Dad chuckled. It was like this with us. We had a tight bond but didn’t talk much. Mostly small talk. It’s a personality trait that drives my boyfriend fucking bonkers, and I’ve been working on it in therapy. But sitting in the passenger seat, I realized deep down this is what I enjoyed about my father: the complete lack of need to process everything. “You hungry?” he glanced over to me as he signalled to switch lanes.“A little. Not too bad,” I replied. Adapting Dad’s laconic, almost simple use of language.He nodded. “Well, we can pick up some take out on the way.”“Yeah,” I said.I looked over and Dad had aged. He always did, and the fact I saw him only periodically meant my ex-cop of a father looked noticeably older each year as he approached the big 6-0. He still looked like a stud, though. Mature muscle beneath his weekend-casual T-shirt and shorts that had become his weekday casual attire now that he’d retired. The fanciest thing about him was the designer watch his buddies on the force had given him as a retirement gift.“Maybe you could help me fix the fence while you’re here,” he said. “Your mother’s been after me to mend it, but it’s been raining non stop the last couple of weeks.”“Sure,” I said.It wasn’t our exit, but Dad signalled again and got off the highway. I had a good idea where he was going. He sensed my reaction. My anticipation. “I figured this was OK,” he offered.A lump formed in my throat. “Oh yeah.”That got a slight chuckle from him. Honestly I didn’t even consider this cheating on Kevin. My thing with Dad preceded him. It preceded pretty much any serious relationship in my life. Maybe because my father put no demands on me, no expectation beyond mutual satisfaction, Dad came first. The car tooled into the far parking lot of the town park. There was an empty minivan next to the space Dad pulled into, but I figured he could keep a lookout to make sure the coast stayed clear. Switching off the engine and undoing his seat belt, Dad peeled down his shorts. There it was. Dad’s thick erection and hairy balls. Legs spread slightly, inviting my gaze.I looked into his face and saw my look of lust returned. But Dad didn’t say anything, not in words. I didn’t need him to. I unbuckled my own seat belt and leaned over in the front seat. And just like old times, I blew my own father to completion. Such a nice cock and big hairy balls so perfect -- source link