John Rothwell and his son Kyle are enjoying one of their regular morning jogs together through the woods near the family home. Kyle is wearing his blue shorts this time, along with a matching blue singlet while John is in a pair of white shorts and one of his old red football shirts. The shorts emphasize the succulent curves of the father and son asses as they rub together while they run, Kyle a short distance in front of John to treat his dad to an unrestricted view of his swaying bottom.
After another half an hour or so of non-stop jogging, Kyle slows down, breathing heavily to wait for John to catch up with him. "Great run, dad," says Kyle, "but I need to take a piss."
"Me too, son," says John, "let's go in those bushes."
John follows Kyle off the path into a copse surrounded by dense woodland and where they will be unobserved from the path, should any fellow joggers or dog walkers pass by as they tend to do on a fine Sunday morning. Once obscured by the trees, Kyle reaches inside the right leg of his shorts and takes out his uncut prick and immediately lets fly with a steady stream of hot steaming piss up against the bark of the tree. John stands next to his son and, likewise, releases his cock from his shorts and begins pissing too and soon the air is pungent with the acrid aroma of freshly made piss.
As John shakes the last drops away, his right hand sneaks round to fondle Kyle's ass through his shorts. "You've got a great ass, son," says John, "looks just as beautiful in your blue shorts as it does in your white ones."
Kyle smiles appreciatively at his father as he shakes the last remaining drips of pee from his prick. "Thanks, dad," he says, "and you've got a mighty fine ass, too," he adds, glancing round to admire the firm globes of his father's bum protruding out from the top of his legs in his shorts. "I shall have to give that some attention later on."
John smiles, knowing the reason why Kyle has declined to give it some attention at that very moment. It is John's mother Audrey's birthday and he and Kyle and John's wife Lauren and daughter Bethany have a very special party planned for her, another of the Rothwell Family Sex Club gangbangs.
"Let's go, dad," says Kyle, making himself decent again, "don't want to keep gran waiting, do we?"
"Certainly, don't," says John, tucking his prick back inside his shorts and following Kyle out of the copse, his eyes on stalks as he once again feasts them on his son's shorts-clad buttocks, "let's go and get the party under way ..."
2.
Lauren and her daughter Bethany are in the kitchen, naked, as they put the finishing touches to the sandwiches and cakes for what they know will be an all-day party. Lauren glances at her watch, the only thing she is wearing, and thinks that her husband John and Kyle should be back soon by which time Audrey will have finished her shower and be ready to join them.
Sure enough, ten minutes or so later, the side door to the kitchen opens and John and Kyle enter, looking thoroughly exhilarated after their morning run. Lauren's eyes go straight to Kyle's ass, her fetish for the male buttocks undimmed since she was a girl, and marvelling yet again at how fantastically her son's shorts show his bum off. Bethany, too, is eyeing up John, noticing the bulge in his shorts, and looking forward to the moment when her father's big prick will once again be pounding her pussy.
"Hi girls," says John, reaching for a mini sausage roll and cramming it into his mouth.
"Oy!" says Lauren, "they're supposed to be for the party."
"One won't be missed," says John, swallowing.
"Nor two," says Kyle, leaning in and snatching one from the plate as his mother gives him a playful slap on the wrist.
"You could have stayed and helped us," admonishes Bethany, "mom and I have worked really hard this morning."
"I know, honeybunch," says John, "don't think we're not grateful."
"Where's gran?" asks Kyle.
As if by magic, Audrey appears in the kitchen, naked and smelling nice and fresh from the shower. "Here I am," she says, "wow, you men look great in your running gear."
"Hi, mom," says John, moving over to his mother and pressing the bulge in his shorts up against her pussy, making her gasp, "happy birthday."
"Yeah, happy birthday, gran," says Kyle, moving in likewise and kissing Audrey on the lips. Lauren and Bethany now have perfect unrestricted views of the two mens' asses.
"Thank you, dears," says Audrey, reaching out with both hands to fondle the tents in her son and grandson's shorts, feeling enormously proud of them as she always does and thinking for what must be the millionth time how wonderful it is that they are a true incest family, "looks like I'm in for another treat to-day. Are these my birthday presents?"
"Sure are, gran," says Kyle, "but you'll have to wait a bit longer. I gotta take a shower."
"And me," says John.
The two men take their leave of their womenfolk and head upstairs to the bathroom. John turns on the jets as Kyle removes his clothes and climbs in, John following suit a few seconds later. Father and son hands fondle pricks, balls and asses as they wash the sweat from their morning run.
"Looking forward to you fucking me again, son," says John as if he hasn't been fucked for weeks. "I just love that big hot prick of yours up my ass."
"You don't have to ask, dad," replies Kyle, stepping out the shower and reaching for a towel, "I love fucking your ass, especially when mom, gran and Beth are watching."
