MIke Brady & Son

By moc.loa@75YENOHAMPILS

Published on Jun 6, 2003

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OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: The Brady Bunch and its characters are trademarks of and copyright Sherwood Schwartz, Redwood Productions, and Paramount Television. This story is FICTION based on FICTIONAL charcters.

On that bright Friday morning, circa 1973, the Brady's sprawling home was nearly devoid of life.

Carol Brady had taken the girls for a weekend in Disneyland, and the two younger Brady sons, Bobby and Peter, were spending the weekend up in the mountains camping with one of thier school buddies and his dad, and faithful Alice, the housekeeper, was away for a few days, visiting her sister in San Francisco. Only Mike Brady and his eldest son, 18-year old Greg, were at home. Mike had a business luncheon at noon, and he was so involved in looking over his latest achitectual blueprints, he still hadn't dressed.

He only wore his v-neck undershirt and his blue-striped, tapered boxers, that fitted him like a second skin. His dark-blue over-the-calf socks were held up by garters.

Mike paced his spacious bedroom, clad in only his underwear, flipping through his planbook.

What Mike DIDN'T know that he was bieng spied upon...by Greg.

Through a crack in the partially-opened bedroom door, 18-year old Greg Brady massaged the hefty bulge in the crotch of his worn jeans as he watched every move his sexy dad made.

Greg loved the way his dad's garters held up his socks; loved the way the outline of Mike's big balls looked in the crotch of his boxers.....but, what Greg REALLY loved the most was his dad's ass. Fuck, Greg thought, rubbing his raging teen hardon through his sweaty jeans, would I love to get my hands on Dad's ass!

Mike's skin-tight boxers hugged his round, high-riding buns like paint, and it made Greg's sperm-loaded balls churn as he watched the way his dad's round buns shifted back and forth as he paced the floor.

The more Greg watched his old man, the hornier he became. Greg grabbed his angry cock right through his worn jeans and started jerking it.

It didn't take long for Greg to wank himself to a rip-roarin' teen climax, and his hot cum exploded in his tight briefs, soaking right through to his jeans, a huge, dark stain rapidly spreading across the crotch. It seemed Greg would never stop cumming, and when his balls were finally dry, his jeans were totally soaked with his slimy jizz.

"AAWW,FUCK!!!" Greg muttered, looking at the mess he had made in his jeans. "I gotta go change and quick before Dad sees!"

Just as Greg was about to head to his room to change, he heard Mike's voice bellow "GREG! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW!!" Awww,shit, Greg thought, Dad must have seen me......fuck, how am I gonna explain this?? So, obeying his dad, Greg reluctantly went into his dad's bedroom.

Greg expected to face his dad, his face contored with rage and disbelief. Instead, to Greg's total amazement, Mike Brady merely grinned at his handsome young son. "I guess I must still be a good-looking stud if my own son jerks off watching me parade around in my underwear!" Mike chuckled, patting Greg's shouder.

"Dad," Greg faltered, "You......you're not...angry with me...??" Again, his dad flashed that wickedly-sexy smile that always made Greg's balls twitch.

"You find your dad appealing....and a turn-on....why should I be angry, Greg?"

Mike explained,

as though it was a typical, normal father-son talk.

Relief coursed through Greg's body

He couldn't believe his dad reacted like this!

It was too much to believe!

Mike continued, his hand still on Greg's shoulder "Obviously, from the state your jeans are in, you must have really gotten off watching your dad strut around. I take it you would like to take this further, son?" Greg was stunned...He didn't know how to answer that; he was still in shock.

Mike then went over to his nightstand, and picked up his wallet. He took out a few bills and handed them to Greg.

"I want you to go and change those jeans. Then I want you to drive over to the store and by yourself boxer shorts like mine. After that, when you get back.....well, just wait, son " ,Mike grinned, playfully swatting Greg on his tight butt " I'll make a REAL man out of you!" When Mike heard Greg pull out of the driveway, he went into Greg's room, and picked up Greg's jizz-soaked jeans. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mike Brady started licking and lapping the still-slimy spooge from his son's sweaty jeans. He slowly jerked his fat cock through his tight boxers, but he didn't want to cum....not yet......

When Greg returned a short while later, carrying a plastic package of patterned tapered boxers, the same kind Mike wore, Mike went to his dresser drawer and took out a pair of his garters. He showed Greg how to put them on, and then told him to go to his room and change.......................

When Greg returned a few moments later, Mike felt his fat cock throb in his tight striped boxers. There was Greg, in a v-neck, and, instead of briefs, he wore red-checked tapered boxers, and Mike's garters held up his grey dress socks. "Fuck, Greg, You really ARE a man, now, son!" Greg glowed at the words, and already his hard cock was tenting up the crotch of his new boxers. Greg loved the feel of the material hugging his round buns and how it rubbed against his straining cock. At that moment, Greg knew he'd NEVER go back to briefs!!

Mike then draped himself over the edge of his bed, his upper torso resting on the matress, and his lower half hanging off the edge. Greg felt his big cock start to drool lube into the crotch of his brand-new boxers as he saw the way his dad's shorts hugged his round, manly ass like paint........................................................... "Ok, Greg," Mike instructed, " I want you to get on your knees and lick up and down the stripes on my shorts by my ass....first do one cheek, then the other. Then, I want you to really slobber a lot and get the crack of my ass really soaked...after that, well, I'll tell you then!"

"Cool, Dad," Greg replied, not needing to be coaxed or further urged. He got on his knees behind Mike, and he felt a jolting shock course through his balls and pounding cock as his tongue made contact with the seat of Mike's tight boxers. Greg's tongue slithered up and down each stripe of the seat of Mike's shorts, and Mike moaned as he ground his aching crotch into the matress. Already, the crotch of his boxers was getting sticky with lube.

Greg's hands slid up and down Mike's firm, hairy legs, loving the feel of those hairy, masculine limbs, his fingers carressing the garters that held up Mike's sweaty socks.

When Greg had both shorts-covered cheeks slick with his spit, he obeyed his dad's order and really started to slobber into his dad's cotton-covered crack. The scent of sweat and soap wafted up Greg's nostrils, and his eager young tongue slithered up and down the sweaty crack of Mike's tight undershorts. Soon, the material was so transparent, that Greg could see the thick black hairs that grew in his dad's sweaty ass-cleft.

"Fuck, this is so fuckin' unreal, to be doin' this with Dad!" Greg thought, as he gave the seat of his handsome dad's shorts a good, long tongue-bath.

Mike had been moaning and muttering during all this, and by now his fat, pounding cock had drooled so much lube into the crotch of his boxers, that it was seeping out to stain the bedspread. Now, it was time to move on. "Ok, Greg," Mike praised, "You really did well, son, " He paused, then continued. " Now, I want you to take out your cock from your shorts, and I want to let it slide up and down my crack where you got it all slippery. Keep on doing it...enjoy yourself....until you shoot your load all over the seat of my shorts. Ok, Greg?"

"Jesus, sure, Dad," Greg replied. Could he REALLY be doing with with his dad? All the many jack-off fantasies he had about his hunky dad's round ass were hot, but THIS was the REAL thing, here!

"OOOOHHFUCCCKK, DAD," Greg growled, as he positioned his throbbing cock in the spit-soaked, cotton-clad crevice of his dad's hot ass.

"This is FUCKIN' AWESOME!!" Mike Brady wriggled his firm, round butt against his son's steel-hard teen cock, and Greg started sliding his fat dong up and down the spit-slathered crack of his dad's tight shorts. Greg cursed silently as he felt the round, masculine firmness of his dad's tight butt against his hard dick. The feel of his dad's round ass through the seat of the cotton shorts was fucking wild! Mike groaned in ecstacy as his hunky eldest son humped his hairy, boxer-clad ass, grinding his own captive cock against the bed, feeling his hot lube soaking his sweaty boxers.

The sensations of his hard, throbbing shaft slithering up and down the spit-soaked crack of his dad's ass was driving Greg Brady apeshit. No girl he had ever been with had been like this...and, even when he WAS with a girl, it was his handsome dad's hot architect's ass he was really thinking about, not that skanky twat he was dating!

Greg wished he could keep this up forever and never stop. But the familiar churning in his balls told him he was about to shoot.....BIG TIME!

"YEEAAHH, DAD," Greg growled, humping his dad's squirming ass like a madman "GONNA FUCKIN' CREAM THAT HOT ASS....CREAM THOSE TIGHT ASS-HUGGIN' SHORTS......OOHHFFUCKDAD..UUGHHNNGHHHHHHHYEEEAHHHHHHHH!!!!" Holding tight to his dad's solid torso, Greg Brady reached his peak, and was about to bust a major-league nut. Cursing and snarling like a seasoned trucker instead of an 18 year old young man just out of high school, Greg angrily ground his aching boner against the seat of his dad's slimy, sweat-and-lube stained boxers.

Jets of thick, sticky teen spunk shot violently out of Greg's ass-humping cock, totally soaking the well-rounded seat of Mike's tight boxers. That was when Mike Brady shot his own long pent-up load. He humped the matress so violently, that Greg thought the bed was going to collapse. "AAAWWFUCK,GREG!!!!!!!! YEAHHHHHYEAHHOOHHCHRISTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!" Mike's hairy balls exploded, and his fat, pounding cock began spewing gob after gob of hot, thick jizz into the sweaty crotch of his striped boxers, totally creaming them; the hot sperm that helped create Greg was now soaking through to further stain the bedspread.

When the last drop of cum had been ejected from his balls, Greg collapsed against Mike's broad back, his spent cock awash in a sticky sea of spunk, lube, spit, and sweat that now soaked the tight undershorts that hugged his dad's hunky ass. Without being told, Greg knew what he had to do next. He started licking his hot, thick, sticky load of ball-juice from the soaked seat of his dad's jizzed boxers. Mike moaned as he felt his son's hot tongue lap at the hot man-spunk that splattered his hot ass. God, what a fuckin' feeling, Mike thought.

Then Mike pulled himself up and got all the way up on the bed and asked Greg to join him. Then, Mike put his arms around his handsome eldest son and started passionatley kissing him; Greg did not hesitate to respond to his dad's hot, deep kissing.

Mike then reached into Greg's now well broken-in boxers and slowly started jacking his son's sticky, sweaty shaft. Greg followed suit, and his own hand slid into the fly of Mike's cum-drenched boxer shorts, his strong fingers encircling the thick, fat dong of his handsome dad.

"Dad," Greg whispered hoarsley "Am I a real man, now?" Mike Brady grinned that sexy smile, and held his handsome son close. "Greg, " Mike replied in a fatherly tone "You are a true man now, and have even far exceeded my expectations." However," Mike chuckled " There's still a lot to learn...that is, if you are interested...." Greg gripped his Dad's swelling cock tighter. "Dad", Greg replied, "I want you to teach me all you know." A few moments later, Mike called up his office, and said he would not be able to make the business luncheon.....seems something unexpected just "popped up" at the last minute! THE END Comments and feedback are always welcome!

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