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There are a few things you should know in order for this story to make sense. First, my dad and I look exactly alike – we have the same build (stocky/muscular), the same facial features, even the same hair pattern. The phrase my family uses, translated to English, is “He shat out his own son.” The only real difference between us is that my dad’s hair is almost completely iron grey, from what’s left of the stuff on his head to his thick moustache and ample chest hair. The second is that we’re Cubans and proud of it. The third is that my mom died right after I was born, so Dad and I were as close as we could be.

About six months ago, we were both invited to the bachelor party of my buddy, Luis, at his house down the road. I knew I would be late. When I got there, the party was in full swing. Everyone was well hammered, but especially Luis. Felix, Luis’ best man, had this bright idea to hire a couple of hookers as strippers and when I got there, Luis was in the middle of a naked lap dance. Poor Luis kept trying to position his dick close to the stripper’s puss while she lap-danced him, but he was too drunk to get it up. We laughed about that, especially since Luis’ dad was so embarrassed by his son’s drunkenness.

I asked Carlos, Luis’ dad, where my own Dad was. He just got this sheepish grin and mumbled something about not knowing. So I collared another guy and asked him. He, too, grinned and jerked his thumb over his shoulder to the back of Luis’ house.

Walking back, I stopped in the john first for a quick piss. As I zipped up, though, I heard the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from behind the connecting door to Luis’ parents’ room. Figuring it was one of the guys with the other hooker, I turned out the bathroom light and eased open the door.

All the lights in the bedroom were on, but that didn’t surprise me even a tenth of what I saw on the bed. There was my Dad, completely naked, firmly planting his dick into some blonde woman. He had his back to me, but I know my Dad’s body when I see it. She was on her back, and he had her legs up in the air, wide apart. He’s a big fireplug, very solid from his warehouse job, and his massive frame was raising and lowering on this small woman. She was lying down, but I could tell she couldn’t have been more than five feet tall. And she was loving what my Dad was giving. Every time he sank down, she’d let out a grunt, the grunt I heard through the door that a woman only lets out as she’s being fucked.

She rolled her head back and forth as he fucked her, and he kept asking her if she liked the way he fucked, because he liked the way she was fucking him. It was during one of those head rolls that she saw me and gave a sort of “Oh my God” scream and tried to get up onto her elbows.

My Dad, though, didn’t do any panicking. He tried to look over his shoulder, but I was too far behind him for him to see me. Instead, he just turned back to what he was doing and continued slowly pumping into this woman. He asked her, though, who it was.

To this day, I still remember her saying, “I don’t know. He kinda looks like you.”

At that, my Dad made a more strenuous effort to see who it was. “Oh, shit!” He said, shaking his head. “That’s my boy. Mi amigo.” He just kept right on fucking while he said it.

She was about to say something when he thrust a little sharper and she gasped. Then her face twisted and she started having an orgasm on my Dad’s dick. He had turned away from me again, but I could tell by his throaty laughing that he found her cumming to be most amusing.

“Hey, Jorge,” he said when she was done. He rested her legs on his shoulders and waved his hand over his shoulder for me to come into the room. “This is Becky. She just moved in a couple of doors down from us.”

“H-hi,” was all I could muster. “Dad, um…how…why….”

She grinned, rubbing her small hands over my Dad’s hairy front. “You’re the spitting image of your pop, ain’t ya? You as hairy?”

“He is!” said my Dad proudly, resuming his pumping. “Jorge! Take off your shirt and show her!”

I stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do. My mouth was dry, but I was obviously getting a hard-on from watching my own father fuck this woman. My Dad and I were close, but I’d never seen him with a woman before.

“Come on! It’s all got to go!” my Dad said with a grin, plucking at my shirt. Nervously I undressed and tossed everything on the floor. Becky grinned.

“Come here, sugar! Let me run my hands over that carpet!” I walked closer to the edge of the bed that was shaking in time with my father’s thrusts. She was right. My front (and back) were every bit as hairy as my Dad’s, but where my Dad’s is mostly iron grey, mine is black.

“Just a second,” she panted, pulling my Dad out of her so fast his dong slapped against his belly. She flipped over on all fours and tried pulling me over in front of her. Did she really want to blow me while my Dad fucked her?

That’s exactly what she wanted! I was still uncertain, but she gripped my hard-on and gently pulled me onto the bed. She pulled my foreskin up over the head and started licking under the sheath.

“Oh, yeah!” said my Dad with some exertion, reinserting himself into her twat. “She loved my foreskin. She likes to play with it.”

Becky laughed as she swept her tongue over my head. Then she dropped my dick, propped herself up on one hand and let her other hand roam over my abdomen, all the time marveling out loud how similar my Dad and I were.

She was about to go down on me again, but instead her face screwed up again and she started grunting. Clearly she was fucking back on my Dad. He looked at me with his shit-eating grin on his face as he let her pump back into him, grinding and pistoning at the same time.

“Fuck!” she hollered when her orgasm was done. Dad simply looked at me and shrugged. Then he pulled out her, sat down on the floor and started eating her cunt. She put my dick in her mouth and started groaning. She was really, really good at giving head. I caught myself grinning.

Dad must have been doing wonders down on her, because she again started moaning. It was amazing that this little woman could come so many times, but I guess that’s an advantage women have over us men. When she was done, he came up for air, his white moustache soaked.

“Come on, Jorge! Now your turn, eh?” He mounted the bed on from the other side and offered his wet dick to Becky. For a brief moment, she tried to blow both of us at once, but that wouldn’t work so she concentrated on Dad. He pushed my shoulder lightly and pointed to her backside.

Looking back on it now, I should have put a condom on, but it didn’t even occur to me. After all, Dad wasn’t wearing one, either. That would later serve us some trouble. But at that moment, I didn’t want anything but to sink my dick in this girl’s hole.

I started by doing what my Dad did, getting down and doing some good oral work on her pussy. I immediately smelled a scent I recognized from each week when I wash the underwear – my Dad’s cock. This served only to inflame me – the woman would have BOTH Lopezes tonight! She came again and I could taste fresh pussy juice running out of her. She was going to be a wet fuck, but that was fine with me. Dad laughed when he saw my face.

“See?” was all he said.

My hard-on hadn’t diminished a bit. I stood behind her and rubbed my cockhead along her vagina, savoring the heat and the juice and slickness of the whole area. Finally, I started easing the head in. She was ready to fuck, though, because she pushed back on me and heaven washed over my dick. It was just as I thought, her hole was wet and still pretty tight even though my Dad had just gotten through fucking her for God knows how long.

I heard my Dad laughing again, and I opened my eyes to see him grinning at me. “You going to pump or are you going to make her do all the work?” he asked. It occurred to me that I was holding still, so engrossed was I in feeling her wrapped around my manhood.

“Come on, Jorge! Let’s go!” she urged, bouncing on me a few times. I needed no further urging and plunged inside her, happily rooting around in her pussy. Soon I was thrusting with abandon, making those sloppy pussy noises that I thought existed only in porn. But it was here, now.

It took only eye contact with Dad to know he wanted to flip her over. So without even pulling her out of me, I picked her up and we both turned her around so she was on her back. And let me tell you, the sensation of spinning a wet cunt around you is amazing. It almost cost me my load right there.

But I controlled myself and lowered my body so she could feel my chest and belly hair rubbing against her. She kept blowing my Dad from her position, but she was so small that I pretty much had to rest the side of my face on his gut while I pumped. It didn’t matter to me by that point, though. I was starting to give an extra little push at the end of my thrust – it was almost time to cum.

It was her grunting that probably got me going, or the fact that it actually felt like her tunnel was getting hotter. I don’t know. And I probably should have warned her that I was about to shoot, but I was so deep inside her that I never wanted to come out. I had my face on my Dad’s belly and he was resting his hand on my back for balance. Then he actually started encouraging me, his son, to shoot inside Becky.

“That’s it, Jorge, fuck her good. Get her wet for your old man. You gonna drop your load in there? You gonna cum in her pussy? Hold off ‘til she cums, boy, then you let it go with her. Build her up, now….”

It was all too much. I wanted to spew so badly, I didn’t even know where I was. Then her orgasm started to hit. Dad was right. Her muscles collapsed around my cock and actually started milking it. She wrapped her legs around me and started moaning. Dad got louder in his encouragement, yelling “Now, boy! Let it go! Shoot it now!”

And I did. I pressure was incredible on my dick, and I let it all go inside her. She continued to grind herself into my dick and I let all my sperm into her canal. I guess I must have been yelling, because my Dad was laughing, patting the side of my head as I thrust every squirt as deep as I could into the warm, wet, silky vise I was in.

I relaxed for a moment, putting all my weight on Becky. She squirmed and tried to get me to fuck her more, but my cockhead was too sensitive to even pull out. I had to wait a moment and then swiftly extracted myself from her. My half-hard dick was coated with our combined fluids.

I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to get my bearings back. That was a good, good fuck. I heard a cheer come from out in the house, so evidently the party was getting even better.

Dad crawled to the edge of the bed and looked at Becky’s pussy. He inserted two fingers and drew them out. They were soaked.

“Damn, boy. How much did you shoot in there?”

“Felt like a gallon!”

He teased his dick in and out of the entrance to Becky’s vagina. She laughed and tried to impale herself on him, but he just grinned and backed away each time she did.

“Get up there and let her clean you off.” I knew what he was doing. She would concentrate on me so he could screw her the way he wanted. His plan worked like a charm. She was soon slurping away on my dick while he was gently testing her twat with his cock.

Once again he put her legs up on his shoulders and slid into her. She immediately let out a queef, which set us all laughing. Through chuckles, my Dad informed me that it really DID feel like I let a gallon go inside her.

Unless my frenulum is hit just right during an orgasm, I can cum again pretty quickly. Therefore, I was not only hard again but still interested in the goings-on on the bed. My Dad had a very determined look on his face as he plowed into Becky. Her whole pussy and his dick were soon coated in white froth, evidence of my recent deposit. As juvenile as it sounds, he high-fived me halfway through, happy as a pig in shit.

But he himself did exactly what he told me to do. He waited for just the right moment when Becky was on her last cum to let his own load go. Dad growled and snorted like an angry bull as he came, swearing in Spanish. All that moaning and groaning made me lose my second round of spooge, this time by pulling out of Becky’s mouth and jacking to orgasm.

“Hey!” cried my Dad good-naturedly punching my shoulder. “Look!” One of my volleys of cum must have had some power, for it landed right on the hair on his left pec.

“Ah, what the hell difference does t make?” said Becky from down below. “You just fucked his cum into whipped cream!”

He laughed at that and we all got dressed. We all snuck out the backdoor and walked most of the way home together, since we lived so close. Becky grinned at the fact that she had two loads of father-and-son cum running down her leg. In the streetlight, we could see the tiny rivulets coming down. After Becky went her way, I asked Dad why she was at a bachelor party. He just shrugged and said he assumed she was invited.

Over the course of the next couple of months, Dad and I picked up three other girls for a dad-and-son sandwich. We were given reason to pause, though, when Dad said he got a call from Becky saying she was pregnant. The only men she was with, she said, were Dad and me. One of us was the father. I was 29 and my Dad was 55. Neither of us wanted a child. But my Dad’s sense of maschismo dictated that he take charge of the infant, so he started buying toys and a crib and other items for her. Then she miscarried a month later.

While we were both relieved, Dad seemed a little upset. He said he was just coming around to the fact that he would be a daddy again, even if he were really the granddaddy.

We made a pact to be much more careful after that. We now find ourselves looking for women who’ll fuck us both, but always make sure we either wear condoms or see the woman’s pills before we do.