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Subject: Sleepfucker Sleepfucker by Blanton Bloomer It started innocently enough, but it sure as hell didn’t end up that way. For years after my son’s mother (we never married) left us, my son Calvin had started having terrible nightmares. I couldn’t count the times he would be screaming us both awake or grunting so loudly that I would have to dash down to his room and wake him up. But things changed one night, and they’d never stay the same. The night things changed, I’d already been down to Calvin’s room twice to wake him from the night terrors, so I finally suggested that he sleep in my bed with me, hoping that the comfort of having me there would cease the terrible dreams. Surprisingly, the sixteen year old didn’t use some “I’m too old for that” motif, and begrudgingly agreed. I don’t know how long I’d been asleep, maybe an hour? Maybe longer, but the last time I had read the clock, it was well past four AM. So I wasn’t too happy about being woken up yet again. As my eyes stirred awake, I felt something prodding at my ass. More specifically, my asshole. Confused, I shifted in bed to see Calvin’s hard boner poking through the fly in his boxers. God, his cock must have been at least seven inches. And thicker than mine by at least an inch. My own son was harboring a monster in his pants and I had been none the wiser. I tried to get Calvin’s attention, but he was deeply asleep. I rolled escort bayan back over, my own dick growing in my underwear. Seeing his dick like that… precum glistening from his massive head… The entire reason Calvin’s mother and I didn’t work out was because she couldn’t handle the truth when I came out as bisexual to her. I had never cheated on her, not once, but it was too much for her to handle. Amid the divorce, I’d truly connected to the man-loving side of myself, and I had been absolutely loving getting used by any man I could come across. Of course, it had been a while… I don’t know what came over me, but before I truly assessed what I was doing, I reached behind me and pulled down my underwear. My heart was racing, and there was a split second where I thought “What in the hell are you doing, Ashby?” But then I felt Calvin’s cock head against my ass cheek, and my inner slut overtook my remaining thoughts. At first, Calvin was just slowly thrusting into my ass cheek, trying to gain some sort of traction. I didn’t care what dream he was having, I was too horny and wrapped up in the present to think about it too much. I moaned a little to myself when I shifted and the tip of his cock fell flesh against my bare asshole. I stopped moving. Hell, I think I stopped breathing, just waiting. Subconsciously, Calvin must have realized he was hitting something of substance and he lunges kocaeli escort bayan forward. The pain was one of the most intense things I’ve ever felt. I’d never had a dick as big as his in me before, and my asshole was not prepared enough, with only his precum as lube. I wanted to cry out so bad, but even more than I wanted the pain to stop, I wanted his cock. I needed his cock. Luckily, he only did the first initial push and then stopped. He had to have had half his penis in me already. I barely had any time to savor the head pressing against my asshole, but I didn’t care. I had my son’s cock in my ass. I waited to see if Calvin was awake, but after a few pauses, and his stopped movements, it was clear he wasn’t. So I slowly thrust my ass back on his cock, slowly taking every single inch my son had to give until I felt his pelvis against my ass. I whimpered, my cock pulsing so hard, I thought I was going to cum then and there. And then, Calvin moaned. “Fuck.” And then he started to thrust in and out of me, slowly, so slow that it was almost painful, but I didn’t want to wake him. Sure, I’d already gone this far, but I didn’t want him to wake up and see that he wasn’t with the girl in his dream, but rather fucking his own father…that wanted it more than he should have. Calvin’s moaning was increasing, and I had to stop myself from adding to the kocaeli escort moans. He was fucking me nice and slow, like he was making love to me, and what I really wanted was for him to use my pussy like the cum hope it was. But I needed this, I yearned for his cock. I slowly started to throw my ass back to meet his thrusts, and I kept my whimpers to a mere whisper as he fucked me in hard but slow strokes. “Love your pussy,” Calvin said in his sleep. “Gonna cum soon.” I finally let out a loud moan and whispered, “Then cum in my pussy.” Whether or not he really heard me or not was irrelevant, his pacing sped up. He started to slam his cock into me like I’d been wanting, slinging his fat fucking cock into my cunt like an animal. I was whimpering louder now, still softer than a moan as to not disturb the incredible sex that was happening right now. It felt so good, it felt like I was about to… Oh God. There was no about to. I was cumming. I covered my mouth with my hand and blasted jet after jet of thick cum as my son drove his cock all the way in me, a severe grunt signifying that his own load was working it’s way in my ass. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I had never achieved orgasm without touching myself. Ever. Not alone, not with a guy, never. I didn’t understand it, but I wasn’t complaining. It was the best orgasm of my entire life. I was so overcome with the warm feelings my body had just ejected into the comforter that I just have drifted off to sleep. Because by the time I woke up, Calvin was gone from my bed. Oh God. What if he had woken up to the cum coming out of my ass? How in the hell was I going to explain this?