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Subject: Quality Time 8 It was an unusually warm winter day in Los Angeles. P Diddy walked outside, to his garage, where many of his cars were. His son, Justin was washing one of the cars. “Hey, son.” P Diddy said. “Doing your chores, I see.” Then, P Diddy noticed something. “What are you wearing?” Justin looked down at what he was wearing. “Just some old clothes.” He said. “I didn’t want to get my good clothes wet.” “Remember the bet we made?” P Diddy asked. “You shouldn’t be wearing anything at all.” He and Justin made a bet on the Dallas/Atlanta football game. Justin rooted for Dallas and lost…badly. The bet was that, if either person lost, they had to do whatever chores they had in the nude! “So, why aren’t you naked right now?” P Diddy asked. “You were serious about that?” Justin said, smiling coyly. P Diddy gave him a “boy, you better stop playing” look. “I was just kidding, dad.” Justin said. “What do you want me to take off, first?” “Start from your shoes and work your way up.” P Diddy said. “You know how much I like looking at your pretty feet.” Yes, Justin knew exactly how much his dad liked his feet. Several times, he’d caught his dad massaging his feet while he was sleeping. Once, he even caught his dad sucking his toes! He didn’t mind, though. Justin liked when his dad messed with his feet. So, whether his feet were being massaged, or, tickled, he really didn’t mind. So, Justin slowly removed his shoes and socks. P Diddy licked his lips when he saw his son’s size nine feet. Then Justin untied his sweats and dropped them to the ground, revealing a pair of sexy black thong underwear. “Turn around.” P Diddy said. “Let me see that ass.” Justin slowly turned around. P Diddy whistled lewdly when he got a look at his son’s firm ass cheeks hanging out of that thong. “Lord, sweet baby Jesus!” P Diddy’s eyes bugged out of their sockets as he couldn’t help staring at his son’s beautiful booty. “Next time, I gotta thank your mom for blessing you with a booty like that!” As P Diddy looked on, Justin stepped out of his sweats and slowly lowered his thong. Justin seductively wiggled his ass as he lowered the thong down around his ankles. P Diddy whistled loudly as his son bent over. He licked his lips and drooled a little. “Lord, Jesus, help me, my son is fine as fuck!” He thought to himself. Then Justin stood up and took off the blue tank top he was wearing. P Diddy grinned from ear to ear when Justin, finally, stood in front of him butter ball naked. “You happy, now, dad?” Justin asked. “Not yet.” P Diddy said. He walked over to Justin and grabbed the hose from him. Then he sprayed him down, from head to toe. Then he went and sprayed the back of Justin’s body. He sprayed Justin until he was completely soaking wet. Justin wondered why dad had just gotten him all wet. He knew, however, he’d find out soon enough. “I think I need to clean you up.” P Diddy said. He grabbed some of the rags and dipped them into the soapy water. Then, with the rags, he started scrubbing his son ankara rus escort clean. He started from his head and worked his way down. P Diddy made sure he got every inch of Justin’s body. He started scrubbing and fondling Justin’s chest. He pinched and squeezed Justin’s nipples. “Mmmm.” Justin moaned. “FFUUCCKK!” Justin couldn’t believe how good his dad’s hands felt on his nipples. He thought he was going to lose his mind! Next, P Diddy reached between Justin’s legs and washed his dick and balls. “FFFUUUCCCKKK!” P Diddy gave Justin’s balls a gentle squeeze, which made Justin gasp loudly. “GOD DAMN!” Justin couldn’t believe how good this felt, and he wasn’t even getting fucked! “How is that even possible?” He thought to himself. Justin’s body trembled under the soft touch of his dad’s hands. P Diddy stroked Justin’s dick slowly. “MMMMM! SHIT!” Justin moaned loudly. His eyes went all the way into the back of his head as P Diddy stroked his dick faster. “FUCK!” This was unbelievable! He had never experienced any kind of foreplay like this. This was totally hot! “Now, turn around so I can get at that ass.” P Diddy said. Justin did as he was told. P Diddy smiled as he gazed at Justin’s beautiful booty. Then he soaped up the rag and went to town on Justin’s ass, washing and caressing his big ass cheeks. “Damn, these ass cheeks are so nice and firm, Jus.” P Diddy scrubbed Justin’s firm silky globes until they shined! Justin turned and stopped his dad. “Wait, dad. You forgot one more place to clean.” He said. “Where’s that?” P Diddy asked, looking a little confused. Justin bent over and pointed at his asshole and said, “In there, dad. You forgot to clean in there.” “You right, son. I definitely got to clean in there. Your hole does tend to get nasty, if it ain’t clean real good, after a while.” P Diddy took the hose and shoved the nozzle up Justin’s asshole. “OHHH, SSHHIITT!” Justin moaned as the water shot up his ass. He felt the cold water going all through his anal cavity. “FFFUUUCCCKKK!” “You like that water up your ass, Jus?” P Diddy asked. “Y-y-yes.” Justin said, shivering. Then P Diddy took the rag and shoved it up Justin’s ass, wiggling it all around Justin’s hole, making sure he was “all clean”. “MMMMMmm!” P Diddy was determined to get him real clean. Once that was done, he handed the hose back to Justin, who was dripping water out his ass. “Now, you’re all clean.” P Diddy said triumphantly. He put the rag down and sat back down in his chair. “Now, get back to work. Justin got back to washing his dad’s car. As he sat down and watched his son washing the car, or, should I say, watching his son’s ass, P Diddy started to feel a bulge growing in his pants. He slowly rubbed the bulge and licked his lips as he watched Justin’s glistening wet booty bouncing as he did his work. “Jus, you got a real nice ass.” He said. “Thanks, dad.” Justin said, looking back at his dad. P Diddy couldn’t help but think of all the lewd things he wanted to do to his son. çankaya escort “I am so glad he’s of age.” He thought to himself. Then, P Diddy had enough. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He reached into his underwear and pulled out his big, long dick. Then, he slowly stroked it as he watched his son. Pretty soon, he was in desperate need of some relief. “Come here, son.” He said. “I got another job for you.” Justin walked over to his dad as P Diddy stood up with his dick in his hand, stroking it slowly. “Get on your knees and suck this dick.” He said. Justin grinned and immediately knelt before his father and put P Diddy’s dick in his mouth. “Yea, that’s right, son. Suck this dick!” P Diddy thrust his dick and out of his son’s mouth, piston fucking his mouth. “Yea, boy! Your mouth feels so damn good, boy!” He roughly grabbed Justin by the hair, trying to force more of his dick down his son’s throat. “Mmmm, yess!” Meanwhile, Justin was loving the taste of his dad’s dick as it slid down his throat. “MMMM!” He moaned loudly. “You like that dick, don’t you?” P Diddy asked his son. “You like sucking on big daddy’s dick, don’t you?” “Mmm hmm.” Justin replied happily. “Well, then, go on and get your fill, then.” Justin did just that. He sucked down as much of his dad’s dick as he could; which meant, he sucked it down to his dad’s pubic hairs! “Damn, Jus! At least leave me something to fuck with. Damn!” Watching his son suck down his dick made P Diddy really hot! Instantly his dick was brick hard. “I think it’s time I tear that ass up!” P Diddy sat down in the lawn chair he had been sitting in previously. “Why don’t you come over here and ride this dick.” He said. Justin, looking lustfully at his dad’s big dick, quickly walked over to him. P Diddy stroked his dick once more and Justin sat down on it. “OH FUCK!” Justin growled. He felt as though he was being pierced by a hot poker. “SHIT! Damn, dad, your dick is gonna split my ass in two!” P Diddy thrust his dick up into his son’s tight hole. “GOD DAMN! I LOVE IT!” “Show me how much you love this dick.” P Diddy said. “Let me see you bounce on this dick.” Justin started bouncing up and down on his dad’s big meat. “Yea, that’s the way! Bounce for daddy!” Up down up down up down. With each downward stroke, Justin felt more and more of his dad’s dick. “AYE PAPI!” Justin screamed. “THIS…DICK…BIG!” P Diddy smacked his son’s ass hard as he bounced him up and down on his dick. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Bounce on this dick, boy! Bounce on this dick!” He said. Justin bounced on his dad’s dick faster and faster. “OH DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!” Justin cried out. “THIS DICK IS SO DAMN GOOD! FUCK!” P Diddy was really getting deep in Justin’s ass. “LORD HAVE MERCY!” “Ain’t nobody havin’ mercy on this good booty!” P Diddy said, smiling wickedly at his son. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! P Diddy was tearing up Justin’s insides, and, Justin loved every minute of it! “I Think it’s time we switched to a new position, don’t you?” ankara escort “Go stand against the hood of the car.” P Diddy ordered. Justin quickly did as he was told. P Diddy walked over to him and grabbed his hands, tying them behind his back with his shirt. Then he slammed his dick back up Justin’s hole. “Yea, fuck me, daddy!” Justin screamed. This was one of Justin’s favorite sex position’s and he knew it. Justin liked this position for two reasons: 1) He liked being tied and, 2) losing control was hot as fuck to him. “Yea, boy! Now, you’re all mine and there ain’t shit you can do about it!” P Diddy taunted. He violently groped Justin’s firm ass cheeks. “I’m gonna enjoy tearin’ this ass up!” P Diddy roughly shoved his dick up Justin’s ass. “OOOOH, SSHHHIIITTT!” Justin hollered. “Damn, dad. Your dick big as shit! Fuck!” “You know you like my big dick, son.” P Diddy said. He thrust his dick deeper, going balls deep inside Justin’s hole. “MMMMM, YEA!” Justin moaned happily. “FUCK ME DEEP, DADDY! SHIT!” P Diddy banged his son’s back out thoroughly. He was determined to have his son walking funny for weeks! As he was getting his asshole thoroughly wrecked, Justin’s dick started having a life of its own. It started spewing cum like a machine gun all over the side of the car. “FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!” “Damn, son!” P Diddy exclaimed. “This ass is on point.” SMACK! SMACK! He smacked Justin’s big booty as he fucked the hell out of him. “Mmmm, oooh, aww, fuck!” Justin moaned. His dad’s dick was stretching his hole, making it wider and wider. “Ahhh!” “I’M GONNA CUM!” P Diddy growled, suddenly. He pulled his dick out of Justin’s ass. “Get on your knees. NOW!” When Justin got on his knees, P Diddy grabbed him by his hair. P Diddy stroked his dick quickly. “FFFUUUCCCKKK!” His cum shot out like a cannon blast, hitting Justin squarely in the face. He came for a good three minutes, covering Justin’s ENTIRE face. “Damn, that felt good!” P Diddy was about to clean up, but, then, he realized Justin hadn’t cum, yet. He got down on his knees and stroked his son’s dick. “OOOOOH, AWWWWW, OHHHHHH, MMMMMM!” Justin moaned as P Diddy’s rough, manly hands stroked his dick slowly, at first. Then he picked up the pace, stroking him faster and faster. Justin’s body shivered and shook as P Diddy continued to jerk his dick. “DAMN!” Justin’s cum erupted like a volcano, squirting everywhere! P Diddy put his hand under Justin’s dick, catching most of the cum. After a minute or two, Justin’s body relaxed. He saw the cum in his dad’s hand and saw the look on his dad’s face; he knew exactly what his dad was about to do. P Diddy rubbed the cum in his hand all over Justin’s hair! Now, Justin’s face and hair were covered in cum. P Diddy got up and said, “Don’t move.” He went over to his seat and picked up his phone. Then he came back to Justin. “Smile for the camera!” Justin smiled, cum dripping from his ears and nose. P Diddy took several pictures. Then he untied Justin and set him free. Justin was about to wipe the cum from his face, but, P Diddy stopped him. “No, leave that right where it is.” Justin just chuckled and left the cum where it was. “Now, finish your chores…in the nude.” Justin went back to washing the cars as his father looked on, watching his son’s ass jiggle as he walked. The End.

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