The Hudson Family Tape 1-6

[TransCest.com] The Hudson Family Tape 1-6 (6) [2023 г., FTM, Bareback, Dad and Son, Blow Job, Breeding, Deep Throat, Masturbation, Cumshots, 720p]

[TransCest.com] The Hudson Family Tape 1-6


Год производства: 2023 г.
Жанр: FTM, Bareback, Dad and Son, Blow Job, Breeding, Deep Throat, Masturbation, Cumshots
Сайт: TransCest.com
Количество роликов: 6

Описание: I m Dale, but lately I just go by “grandpa.” Not something I ever imagined I d get used to, but it suits me.
I don t consider myself a complex man. I have my own home, a tank full of gas, and a decent job. I m in the best shape of my life, despite what the lack of color in my hair might try to convince you.
Every day I wake up and think about how I ve helped grow my family tree with the birth of my beautiful son, Joel. And he grew up, like a strong branch, creating his own family. They are extensions of me, a representation of what I was able to give to the world with my body, strength, and leadership as a father. "Продолжение описания" Take, for example, my grandson, Luke. Luke s been through a lot. Emotional and physical transitions have shaped him in his own way, in a way that makes him comfortable with himself in spite of the cards handed to him by the world. And while I won t pretend that the era I grew up in exactly prepared me for perfect understanding, I know trees. I know what keeps branches alive. It s nourishment; give a tree the water it needs and it ll outlive any creature burdened by lesser things. I love my son, Joel. I love my grandson, Luke. I find ways, every day, to give them what they need to grow.
Now I ve just spent the past few minutes telling you how strong I, and the people I brought into this world, are, and how proud I am of the whole line I m a part of. But strength also comes from acknowledging your faults, and just so that you don t think I m some stone-faced sod that takes himself too seriously, I need to tell you about those, too.
I ve kept my body real powerful. I can out bench press 95% of you young whipper-snappers reading this. But I can t read a phone screen. I avoid self check-out lines. I didn t know how to connect to the internet back when computers screamed when you turned them on, and I haven t gotten any better even though the technology has.
And I have needs like everyone else.
These days, everyone uses these tiny phones and you re supposed to pinch the screen to read any of the words. I don t have time for that when I m horny. I bought a big screen TV and when a man has something big, he s going to use it, right?
Luke, Joel s trans son, was staying over at my place while Joel went away on a work trip. I had assumed, after a brief check of the house, that Luke was out for the evening. I figured, if I have the place to myself, I should use it, right? I put some porn on the big screen, laid back, and set myself up for a wonderful solo evening in my living room.
I had no idea that there was another pair of eyes watching me…
So there I am, dick in my hand. My eyes drift from the big screen, across the room, and into the large, transfixed eyes of my grandson, Luke.
There are a few thoughts that hit me simultaneously. First, embarrassment. Maybe those tiny phone screens are good for something, after all. Second, surprise. I m looking at my gorgeous grandson with my dick out and I realize how handsome he is, and how much he looked like my son—his father Joel.
And then, a third thought and a realization; he s not looking at the big screen. He s looking at me.
As if he suddenly became aware of my own stare, Luke bit his lip, pulled back, and retreated down the hallway. I heard the door close behind him. I turned off the TV and waited for a long moment, wondering how I could possibly apologize to Luke, or if I should even bring this up to him.
So, the next morning, I knocked on Luke s door and went in. He was reading on the guest room bed—his handsome, scruffy face giving no hint of bother or concern from the previous night s events.
Well! That makes things easier.
Carefully, I apologized, and told him that he shouldn t have to worry about wandering in on that. He shouldn t have to have seen his grandad doing that. I could have done it in my room, or made sure he wasn t home, or–
Then Luke said he didn t mind any of that.
I was stunned. I didn t know how to respond, but for some reason my curiosity overpowered my common sense. I couldn t help but ask if he wanted to see me do anything else. But it was Luke that pushed forward, saying he liked what he saw. And I think, at that moment, there was no other choice for either of us.
Knowing he saw me in an aroused and near-orgasmic state changed how I saw him. He was no longer my son s boy. He was a young man of his own. And a sexy one at that.
I laid down on the bed next to him, running my large hands along his slight body. His was toned and athletic, but considerably smaller than mine, which was well-stocked by the years. Luke kissed me, and I returned it. My grandson s lips were soft and sweet, and his stubble against mine was electric. We explored each other s mouths for a long time, until his eager hands attacked the zipper of my jeans.
Luke had my big cock in his mouth with a confident speed I was unprepared for. I knew he had a boyfriend, but I had no idea I d find out first-hand how well-practiced my grandson was with blowjobs. Luke s wet technique and swirling tongue left me cross-eyed, raggedy, and wild for more.
So now it was me, hands frenzied, who ripped away jeans. It was my first time seeing my trans grandson s bare loins; I saw, for the first time, his t-dick nestled among the fur of his groin and above his bonus hole. It was like opening a surprise present and finding something you never knew you needed under the paper. I buried my face between Luke s legs, kissing his inner thighs, lapping up his juices. I took in the scent of his sex.
We, after that, became a blur of flesh. I cannot speak for him, but I know that I was insatiable for him; my limbs moving with a sort of possession from one position to the next. I remember how he twitched and gasped at my touch. The feel of Luke s firm muscles beneath my palms was intoxicating, and second only to the warmth of my cock inside of his extra entrance.
Yeah. I took him. I banged my grandson silly. And he loved every minute of it.
I was getting lost in the heat of our skin, the smell of sweat and arousal, and the taste of his tight ass. Luke didn t complain once—and in fact, at one point, rode me, bouncing his compact body up and down in my lap.
When I was near my edge, I thought about how much of a shame it was that this happened at the end of Luke s stay with me. Since Luke s dad was away, arrangements had been made for him to be shuffled between my place and his uncle s.
As the last gasp of my orgasm ground out my throat, I knew that this wouldn t be enough. I knew I would need to get closer still to Luke—to experience this ecstasy again. I knew this because I could tell he loved it, smiling and panting and glowing with sweat as he was. And I also knew this because I know how trees grow. I know how a family grows. And I know that our roots can grow deeper, still.