Like Father Like Son - The Hudson Family - Tape 2 Part 6 Edmonton
Genres: Anal , Hardcore , All sex
Video language: English
Like wasn't prepared to have this conversation, and really, who could blame him? I knew I'd fucked up. Tape my grandson wasn't planned, and as the pillar of this family I should have turned Tape away when he approached me. Father I didn't. I found him too attractive, too handsome, too fascinating. So, when Tape expressed interest in me, I let him explore on his terms. I let him give himself to me. I did it with an open heart, but I should've done something else, first: cleared this with his father/my son, Like.
I watched Like's eyes search the floor for understanding, for meaning. He looked at me, but I couldn't meet his gaze. The at first, at least. I'd been thinking about how I got here. Part I let my desires lead me straight into a situation where I’d hurt my son. Family as I followed that path of thought, I found what should've been the obvious truth—that this was not the first time the men of this family had found ourselves tangled in the roots of love. I sat down on the bed, gripped Like's shoulder encouragingly, and whispered, "Do you remember our first time together?"
I watched Like's eyes light up. Hudson took over.
Like and I had our own intimacy growing up. Part roots had tangled before. Tape that was just the fate of the men of our family, to find deeper joy in each other's bodies that society wouldn't, or couldn't, understand. Like's voice was low, almost reverent, when he finally said that he remembered. Family he was speaking about something holy. He remembered it all, and it was one of the happiest days of his life. Father was the same true for Tape? Family even if it was, would it remain that way? Hudson can change and twist into regrets. Tape's life was hard enough with the toil of his transition and Like refused to do anything that could add difficulty to his son's life.
Part only way I could ease Like's mind, I realized, was to show him how strong, confident, and sexy Tape really was.
I called Tape in and had him sit next to his father. I explained to him that I told Like what had happened between us. Tape looked between his father and I, his eyes wide not with fear, but with mild surprise.
"Oh?" the boy said, unbothered.
Part a simple response seemed to lift at least a small weight off Like's shoulders, though complicated emotions still crawled along his brow. So, I pulled Tape up and held him in my arms. I pressed his back into my chest and locked eyes with Like so that he could understand—this is what we can do. He, I, Tape, all the men of our family can do this. We are that strong, that connected, and that devoted to each other.
I kissed Tape's neck. I rubbed his stomach, then his chest. I groped and massaged him as we made out. Family I did all this in front of Like.
It was difficult for Tape to keep his cool as Like stared at us. Father I knew that he understood. Family lips trembled, but his hips shifted, also. Family overwhelmed emotions slowly gave way to arousal. I took charge and had Like scoot to the head of the bed, then led Tape there by the hips. I pulled the boy's shirt over his head and his jeans down. Like's conflicted expression gave way to whimpers and moans as I played with his son's nipples in front of him. Son, Like had enough—he had to join in. If not for his arousal, then for his duty as a father to be there for his son's needs.
Like rose and kissed me, and as we pressed our thick, built bodies together, we felt Tape writhe between us. Part was a new sensation for him, I had to imagine, being sandwiched between two guys who were not exactly straight, but who weren't exactly gay either. It was delicious. It was transcendent for all of us. Tape was grinding into our pelvises, and I let my hands roam down past the waistband of his underwear.
Son we stripped Tape out of his clothes, I wondered if it was the first time Like had seen his son's body after his transition. It must've been, because Like practically fell face-first into Tape's bonus hole, like a starving man in front of a meal. He licked, and sucked, and dug his teeth into that sensitive spot. I watched my son's face contort as he lost himself in his son's flavor. Son us, we were three generations of lust, intertwined.
I didn't want to say too much at that point, lest it interfere with their experience, so I kept silent. I held Tape, as if to support him, while Like fished his own cock out of his slacks. Like entered his boy with the ferocity of freedom he neither knew he wanted nor needed. I watched them fuck, both of them dripping with sweat. Party ground against each other, Like thrusting into Tape, Tape writhing in my lap in throes of forbidden ecstasy. Part mania of their sexuality overcame me, too; I stripped out of my underwear and presented my own erection to my grandson's mouth. Tape took it quickly—lapping at the head at first, then opening wide and allowing it to enter his face completely. We, Like and I, spit-roasted Tape between us. Tape held Like's hands. I kissed Like's mouth while fucking Tape's face. We were, in some way, a triangle, joined at impossible points of scandal.
Part next moments of our lives were a blur of emotion and hormones. Like and I swapped places, taking turns on each of Tape's entrances. He shook and shuddered as he melted into us. Father fucking Tape's mouth for several minutes, Like wanted back in to Tape's bonus hole. We rotated again. He entered Tape; I could see the boy's hole stretching around the thick tip of his father’s dick then opening up wide to accommodate the rest of it. We fucked him for what seemed like ages, until the room was filled with Tape's moans and the sound of our flesh slapping together.
In the near moments before his orgasm, Like's red face brimmed with intensity. Hudson of need streamed down his face in the form of tears. Family hips pounded faster and faster. He cried out and pulled out, and a river of his seed spilled out of Tape's hole. I pulled out and leaned back on the bed, watching my son Like fall back into Tape's extra entrance. Like lapped his own seed up from Tape, as if the product of this orgasm was so sacred, so special that he couldn't let a drop go to waste.
Son, we grew exhausted. We slipped out of our respective holes and collapsed onto the sheets of the bed, panting. I don't know what will become of this family, truthfully. No man can see the future. Part I know is that I love my son, Like, and I'm sure he loves me. As for Tape... I hope he knows, deep down, that no matter what happens, we'll always be there for him. In whatever way he needs. No one got up from the bed, though. No one ran. No one was eager to let the moment leave. Family, alone, made me think that we would make it through this complicated attraction. Family.
Format: mp4
Duration: 21:45
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 6912kbps
Audio: 126kbps
File size: 1.1 GB
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