Family Seed

My older brother Ben and I had a close relationship while we were growing up. He was only two years older and because of the suburban wasteland where we lived, we often ran in the same friend groups. We also just did a lot of shit together. Movies, gaming, hiking, fishing, exploring the outer wilds beyond our gated community. He was my best friend. We experienced so many firsts together: our first roller coaster, our first concert, our first day trip together when he got his license. Mom and dad called us Dirty Dan and Pinhead Larry when we were young, more of a reference to a children’s cartoon than the actual gunslingers. We were prolific troublemakers. 

Physically, we were very different. Where I was slight and thin, Ben was tall and muscular from an early age. He began to beef up around the age of eleven and he didn’t stop. He was a vital part of our high school lacrosse team and the object of many girls’ affections. And he had no problem handling the female attention.

While I only really started to process my “deviant” sexual preferences when I was nearing fourteen, Ben began to delve into the world of pussy after an unexpected sexual awakening at 12. I still remember him proudly telling me about the first girl he fucked. “I used her,” he said proudly. “Like when we edge for a long time? Used her pussy until I was ready to cum.”  For my brother and me, the concept of “lovemaking” was foreign. That wasn’t the sex we were seeing on the internet. For us, sex was when a cock gets hard and you either take care of it yourself, or you get someone else to do it for you.

It doesn’t help when you discover your dad seems to have the same viewpoint on sex that you do.

We found out about dad’s sexual appetites a few months before Ben started getting laid. Puberty was hitting Ben hard. Dad said men in our family often hit puberty early. The internet was out one stormy weekend and we wanted to find some porn. When we went snooping in our parents drawers we didn’t expect to find anything but a few dirty magazines, but dad had a box full of polaroid photos and a few VHS tapes. The pictures were all sexual in nature, and while a few didn’t feature our dad, most of them did. He was younger in the pictures, but it was definitely him.

“Dad is… wow,” was all Ben could muster.

His cock was impressive, and judging by the variety of situations he was putting it in in the photos, others thought so too. One featured two women sharing it with their lips on either side of it, staring up into the camera. Another showed him sitting in a chair while a woman sucked him off, a cocky grin I’d never seen before spread across his face while he watched. In another he was taking a woman from behind while another man was being serviced by her mouth.

I realized I recognized one of the figures in the photos that didn’t feature dad. “That’s uncle Steve!” Dad’s brother was front and center in one of the photos, his thick mustache and buzzed hair obvious now. Uncle Steve was leaner than dad, and taller, with thick body hair all over his chest and stomach. His long, thick cock was buried inside of a woman with her eyes rolling back in their sockets.

I flipped through the photos. There he was again, his face buried in a woman’s pussy while another woman sat on his cock. He had the same sort of expression as my father in those photos: they felt like gods with all of those women on their cocks.

“At least mom isn’t in any of these. Wanna see what’s on the tapes?” he asked me, tugging his hard cock through his pants.

Of course I did. My own cock was straining inside of my shorts. 

We loaded the first tape up and watched with our mouths hanging agape. Dad and uncle Steve were immediately in frame, along with several other men and a group of women. Dad and Steve were side-by-side while two women knelt before them, their mouths working at the cock meat like it was their last supper. 

Dad put his arm around Steve’s shoulder and gave him a warm smile. “Fuck yeah, brother,” he said. 

The scene cut to a bed in a small looking cabin. Dad and Steve had a woman in bed with them. She was spitroasted between them, her mouth and pussy full of meat. She was shaking and moaning while her body was racked with an orgasm. Dad and his bro just kept going, both using their holes of choice with abandon. We let the video play. Sometimes a third party was recording, sometimes dad was filming and directing the action, sometimes Steve was. 

Both of us had pulled our cocks out by now. I kept looking over at Ben’s. It was big and thick, closer to dad and Steve’s size than mine. I knew realistically that I had noticed a lot of growth the last year, but watching dad and Steve made me envious. I wanted that for me. I wanted a room full of mouths and holes worshiping my big cock. 

After orgasming (I simply orgasmed, Ben shot a thick, creamy load that I felt myself again being jealous of) we stashed dad’s pics and videos back where we found them. Ben was quiet for the rest of the evening, his face thoughtful. That’s when Ben really started to pay attention to the meat between his legs.

After a few months of processing what he’d seen in the pictures and videos, Ben followed his father’s example and started using his cock on pussy. Ben was bringing girls home and fucking them often. Often enough that our dad started to notice. I wasn’t the only one to walk by his closed door while he had one of his many female study buddies over. I wondered if my dad stopped and listened at the door like I did. He probably didn’t get hard like I did. Or maybe the thought of his son already being proficient at using his tool at a young age gave him a little ego boner. 

It was around this time that dad took Ben aside and told him about the “family curse.”

“Family curse?” I’d asked when he relayed their chat to me later. “Like what, we’re werewolves?”

“No. Dad said men in our family are cursed with big dicks. And even bigger appetites. Told me I had to take care of myself and make sure I only fuck safe. Can’t get a girl pregnant at my age, you know?”

The house seemed especially sexually charged after we saw the videos and Ben began to fuck girls. Dad even started to behave a little differently. We assumed our parents had a good sex life, but knowing that his son was pounding pussy in the bedroom next door seemed to energize him in a way I hadn’t seen in years. He was all over our mother and every little gust of wind seemed to make his cock swell up to its full size.

I guess it was the perfect storm, because one day a few months later I experienced something that cemented in my mind the kind of guy dad was. I had been thinking about the pictures and videos. I hadn’t seen the remaining tape and neither had Ben. I wanted to watch it and saw an opportunity. I skipped the last half of classes and cut through the woods back behind our school. A small gap in the wall surrounding our community was the perfect secret entrance for all of the kids and teens in the community.

When I made it home, dad’s car was there, but so was a car I didn’t recognize. I let myself into the house with the key hidden inside of a fake rock and made sure I was deadly silent. I pretty much knew immediately. It was intuition. Dad’s fucking.

I should have been upset, but instead I was turned on. It wasn’t exactly a secret that our dad was sexually charged. He was actually kind of a lady’s man. He was a flirt and I got the impression that if mom wasn’t in the picture, he’d have a new girl on his dick every night. Dad was born and raised in the country. He said the only thing to do in the country was farm and fuck. 

I crept through the house, listening for the sounds of sex. When I heard them, my cock started to react. The door to the guest bedroom was open—mom was out of town and my brother and I were supposed to be at school, so dad didn’t even think about closing the door. It was dark enough in the hallway that I could stand beside the doorway and look in without any risk of being caught.

Dad was leaning back against a dresser in the room, his large cock swinging in front of him. A naked woman, one I recognized, was on her knees in front of him. One of her hands was wrapped around the base of his fat, long cock.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. The woman was the wife of one of dad’s friends! His name was John and her name was Colleen. They came over for barbecues all the time. She and mom had shared many laughs over countless glasses of red wine, but here she was, on her knees in front of my dad.

“Good girl,” dad said, stroking her hair gently. Now that my eyes were adjusted to the light, I could see that she was breathing heavily. My dad’s cock was covered in her spit. “That’s my good girl. You want more?” 

She nodded frantically, her mouth open expectantly.

Dad placed both hands on her head and slid her mouth down his fat, long pole. My jaw dropped open when he slid it right to the hilt. He had her trained well. My own cock was in my hand now. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I knew what was happening in front of me was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.

“Goooooood girl,” he said through clenched teeth, purring with appreciation. He controlled every movement of her head. He held her skull between his hands tightly, using her mouth like a toy. “Yeah, you needed some good cock, huh?”

She nodded best she could, affirming sounds finding their way out of her cramped throat.

He released her head and nodded down at her, a smile on his face. “Yeah, just feed for me baby. Show me how much you like it.”

She serviced his cock like a pro, her hands and mouth working flawlessly together to give him pleasure. “I like it so much,” she said, her voice breathy while she pulled off momentarily to speak. “Thank you for sharing your cock with me.”

“Steph can’t find out,” he said sternly. It was more of a command. She nodded her head but kept feeding. “Been a while since I cheated last. Been doing a good job as a husband and a father. Can’t get in the way of that, you understand?”

She nodded vigorously around his cock. “Yes, daddy. I just needed more.”

Dad got this mischievous glint in his eye and lifted her up off the floor in one quick motion, carrying her the few short strides to the bed. He laid her on her back and prepared to mount her. “I knew you’d be wanting more of my cock. They always want more.”

I readjusted my position, careful of my belt buckle against the floor. I’d allowed my pants to fall around my ankles completely now. I felt the weight of my cock in my hand and started pumping. My growth had picked up recently, and Ben had noticed too. “Cock’s looking big, li’ll bro!” he had said recently while we shared a porn vid.

Dad pushed his fat cock head against her pussy, his precum mixing with the wetness it found there. She bucked her hips against him, trying to coax it inside. 

“Not yet,” he said, pushing her back onto the bed with a strong hand on her chest. “We don’t have to rush. Already breaking the rules being here right now, so let’s enjoy ourselves and take it slow. We got the rest of the afternoon.”

She nodded. “Yes daddy.”

“Good girl. Gotta say, usually they wait a couple weeks before trying to get me on my own. It’s been three days.”

Three days?! It all clicked into place in my head. John and Colleen had come over three nights ago. It was Saturday. Ben and I had gone over to a friend’s to play videogames, but when we got home later that night, we did register that John and Colleen’s car was still parked on the road. We just figured they’d gotten too drunk to drive and hitched a ride or called a cab. Did they spend the night?

Colleen gyrated against dad’s cock, her moans desperate. “Can’t stop thinking about it. How it made me feel.”

Dad was turning into someone I didn’t recognize right in front of my face. His confidence turned into cockiness when his big dick was pressed on a pussy. His smooth, suave nature melted away as he connected with the primal act he was engaging in. I could almost feel the vibrations of his heart beating through the floor.

“How long have you been wanting it?” he asked, his tone even.

“Years. Since you and Steph threw the barbecue to welcome us to the neighborhood. John knew you from work and you were just some name without a face. Then suddenly you were there, barbecuing in your swimsuit with that big cock hanging between your legs. And Steph saw me looking at it.”

“That long?” he slapped his fat head on her lips again. I could hear how wet she was even though they had moved farther away from me.

“Yes.” Her hips rose off the bed and again he pulled away and pushed her back down. He moistened a finger with spit and gently explored her while she melted against him. “Yeah. It got even worse when he told me.”

“Told you what?” he asked, like he already knew the answer. 

“That before either of you got married… he dated a few girls. Said you guys used to experiment.”

“Experiment?” he asked, probing for more.

“He said you used to fuck girls together. So he asked you if you wanted to fuck his girlfriend, Cheryl, with him.”

“Cheryl was hot,” dad said, getting a faraway look on his face. “Surprised me when John asked me. Thought he was trying to get serious with her. What’d he say about it?” He was slowly pushing into her now, his flared head stretching her open. 

“He said—ahh!” she cried out as the head popped inside of her.

“What did he say?” dad asked, slowly pushing more inside. 

“He said that he used to find girls to share. But you didn’t share them. And he liked that.”

“That’s right.” Almost half of his dick was inside of her now. He held it there, a hand on her belly to make sure she didn’t swallow more of it up without his permission. 

“What’d you do to her?” she asked breathlessly, lifting herself up off the bed. This time, he let her. He looked down at her pussy as it worked his cock.

“Same thing I did to all of his other girlfriends and fuck buddies. We had some drinks. First he acted cute, like it was gonna be different, like we were equals. You think this is his equal?” he reached down and shook his heavy meat, causing her to cry out. “Yeah, didn’t think so. John’s got two things he loves: pussy, and watching a big dick wreck one. Can’t do the second one without some help.”

Dad slowly started to work Colleen’s pussy, her juices all the lubrication he needed. I watched from behind as his big, heavy balls began to swing.

“You helped him?” she asked. She was getting off on the story just as much as I was. 

“I’m a good friend,” dad said with a cocky smile. “Played nice with him for a while. Shared her. There’s a point when you have to separate the men from the boys though. Told him to sit his ass down and watch. And he did. Just lubed his dick and watched me use his girlfriend. She broke up with him the next morning. Think I stopped fucking her?”

“No,” she moaned. Dad was picking up the pace, her pussy opening up under the onslaught. “Sometimes you let him watch. What about Nichole?”

“He told you about Nichole too, huh?” he asked, a grin on his face. “Thought he was gonna be mad at me forever over that one.”

“How’d you take her?” she begged. 

“Didn’t wait for him to offer her up. Knew he would eventually. Made the first move. Went over to her place when I knew he was gonna be showing up in a few hours. Got her to let me in by telling her John was bringing me something from work and he’d be over earlier than planned. Brought a six pack over, so I loosened her up with a couple of beers. Did some shots of her liquor.

It was the middle of the summer and she didn’t have air conditioning. Peeled my shirt off. Didn’t ask permission. She kept looking. Liked what she saw, I could tell. I was getting hard from the attention. Didn’t bother hiding it. Know what I asked her next?” Dad was in his prime, pumping his cock into her with long, deep strokes.

“What?” she asked, a look of bliss on her face.

“I asked her when the last time she’d had a real cock was.”

Colleen simply moaned in response.

“Acted like she was upset with me. Said that John would be home any minute. Told her we had hours until he got to her place. That’s when she realized why I was there. I wasn’t coming to meet John. I was there to take what was his and use it for my pleasure.”

“Oh, god.” She was rubbing at her clit feverishly now. 

“So I asked her again, ‘When’s the last time you had a real cock?’ She said not in months. Told her I’d be quick. That it didn’t mean anything. That it was just fucking and I’d be out before John got home. He tell you what happened next?”

“Yes!” she said with a gasp. “He said he knew immediately when he saw your car was there. Said his cock was harder than it had ever been. He came inside her apartment and all he could smell was cum and sweat. And you were there plowing his girlfriend. Using your big cock on her.”

“He tried to pretend he was mad. But I saw how hard his dick was in his pants. Started to raise his voice at me. I told him to sit down and let his woman enjoy a real cock. Still didn’t argue. Sat down, pulled his cock out, and jerked it off to me giving his girlfriend the time of her life. They were together a couple years. I used her whenever I wanted.”

“Now you’re using me,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around him and pulling him deeper inside of her.

“You know what John said to me last week?” dad asked, his rhythmic pounding increasing in tempo.

“What, daddy?” she asked, her voice high.

“He said, ‘my wife needs a real cock.’ Wanted me to come over and just use your pussy while he watched. Said you noticed my dick in my shorts. Said you told him you wanted to be shared with his hung, bull coworker.”

“It’s so good,” she moaned. “Your dick is so good. Stephanie is lucky.”

“You’re a lucky girl too,” he said, pulling out before continuing on with some long deep strokes. “Daddy hasn’t used his cock on another woman’s pussy in a long time.”

“I’m sooooooooo lucky,” she moaned. “I couldn’t believe it when Stephanie pulled it out of your shorts. Got you nice and hard. Watching you use it on her. Then it was my turn.”

“Glad he was able to keep Steph busy while we played. Could tell how bad you needed a cock.”

“I still need it! Fuck, Russel! Use me!”

I watched them for what felt like hours. He pounded her on her back for a while before leaning her head off the edge of the bed and feeding her throat again. Then he put her on her stomach and slid in from behind. Every new position elicited new sounds from Colleen’s mouth. 

I was truly in awe. Maybe I should have felt bad for my mother, or been disgusted with my father, but the only thing I could think of was how powerful he was. I understood that it was different from cheating. Dad wasn’t in love with Colleen… he was using her. He still loved mom. His cock just needed a hole. And Colleen needed a real cock. My father’s big tool was certainly a real cock. He knew how to wield it, too.

I examined my own cock in my hand. It had always been thick, but lately the length had been increasing noticeably. It was nowhere near as big as my dad’s or my brother’s, but it was getting there. The idea that my cock would somehow make me as powerful as my father threatened to push me over the edge.

When I looked back, my father’s pounding had reached a fever pitch. His dirty talking had devolved to grunts, growls, and groans. I could tell from her reaction that dad’s cock was swelling up inside of her, getting ready to blow. With almost perfect timing I managed to shoot into the palm of my hand just as dad deposited his load deep into Colleen’s pussy with a series of deep, hard thrusts.

“Fuck!” Dad exclaimed.

I quickly hiked my pants up, wiping the load on my hand on the lrg. I slipped away almost silently. Normally I’d feel shame at something like this, the guilt of spying and seeing something I shouldn’t have sobering me after orgasm. I felt none of that. My cock still throbbed in my pants thinking about the intense experience I’d just shared with my unwitting voyeurs. I slipped into my room and shut the door, immediately busting my dick out when I fell into bed.