Date: Wed, 4 Aug 2010 17:27:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kids These Days II

Marianne said that it might be best if Becky were a little hotter; if Mark
did some other things to her to get her more in the mood. It would also
give Mark some time to recuperate. Marianne wasn't aware that, at 13 years
old, the boy would most likely stay hard, be ready and able to accomplish
the deed. At least I thought so. I didn't imagine that kids these days were
different than kids in my day in that respect.

I fast forwarded on a slow speed and watched the boy lay alongside the
girl, watched them kiss a little bit then Marks' hand begin rubbing one of
Becky's tits while Marianne worked on the other one. Mark then sucked on
the thing while Marianne began rubbing at the girls' pussy then Mark's free
hand took over. I watched her legs finally spread and Mark begin to finger
fuck her while my wife continued to work on one of the girls' tits as well
as her clitoris.  I could see Becky begin to breath harder then Mark moved
more sideways on the bed and began licking at the 13 year olds
clit. Marianne moved to the other side of the bed and kept both of her
hands busy; one on a titty and the other stroking Mark's raging boner. The
boy finally separated from the girl and I went back to normal speed.

"Did you notice how wet her pussy got Mark," my wife asked and the boy
nodded his head. "It serves the same purpose as your precum, to help
lubricate her cunt so your cock will go in a little easier. Marianne
directed Becky to spread her legs then Mark to get on the bed and how to
get into position. I could see the boys' cock practically quiver with
excitement then my wife reach between them and took hold of the rampant
flesh. Giving directions to Mark I watched the boy lower his waist, his
cock head touch Becky's flesh and although my view from the side was
blocked I watched him lower himself until he was laying on top of the
girl. I switched to the camera angle on the other wall and saw that he was
fully engulphed by her cunt, his balls hanging against her ass.

"How does that feel to you Mark, Becky?" Mark said it was great while Becky
was less enthusiastic. "Well then, go ahead and fuck her Mark." The boy did
as he was told but, being the completely inexperienced thing that he was,
he simply lay there and moved at the waist, pulling out then pushing back
in. He kept up a steady rhythm, not changing tempo. From the camera angle I
was watching I could see his balls hang a little on the outstroke and
almost mash up against her on the in stroke. I also got fleeting glimpses
of his puckered little asshole. Then he started to pick up speed again.

"Do I put my sperm in her or pull out Marianne," the boy asked. My wife
told him to go ahead and dump his cum in her and not to worry. The boy
began moving faster and before I knew it his head arced back a little and
he pressed into her, moved in and out a couple times and pressed into her
again. Mark resumed fucking her but at a speed that was slow and steady as
when he started. He finally stopped then pulled out and moved away from her
and for a brief moment before Becky closed her legs I saw her cunt hole. I
wasn't quite gaping of course because Mark wasn't that big, but it
certainly was more open than it had been before he stuffed his teenage cock
in there and fucked her.

The three of them talked awhile, Marianne wanting to "process" the act with
both kids. Again, young Mark had been excited about it, thought it had been
great, and for Becky it was only okay. Marianne explained that I might take
some time for Becky to really get to where she loved having sex and of
course Mark would get better at it with more experience. Marianne asked
them if they wanted something to drink or eat and of course the boy did so
the three of them got up and left the room without putting any clothing
on. The camera stay on because the light stayed on so I fast forwarded
until they came back in the room after some 15 minutes had elapsed.

When they returned to the bedroom Mark was stone hard, his dick leading the
way for him like a blind man's cane. I figured they must have done a little
playing before coming back. Marianne got on the bed and pulled her legs
back and young Mark dove between them and began eating my wife's pussy
while Becky straddled Marianne's face and my wife did the same to her. From
there they went into a variety of positions where everyone licked, sucked,
poked or prodded each other in a variety of combinations; boy girl, girl
woman, woman boy. There was no set pattern.

When they started to fuck, Mark was on his back with my wife straddling him
facing the camera at the foot of the bed. At one point she was leaned
backwards propped up on her hands while Becky ate her pussy and apparently
licked at Mark's balls and his cock when it wasn't stuffed all the way
inside my wife's cunt. They switched things around and Mark fucked her from
behind while she told him to make her his bitch, which he did. During that
one Becky lay on the bed and Marianne worked the girl's pussy over with her
tongue and lips. Mark had some good purchase during that one and held onto
Marianne's hips and slammed in and out of her. From the camera position I
watched his smooth balls swing in the air like a trapeze. He fucked
Marianne on her back with his arms under her legs and his hands on the bed
beside her. Again, the camera angle was from the foot of the bed so I had a
clear view of the boy pulling out, his balls hanging in the air, then
plunging back down inside of my wife's cunt and his balls getting just a
little mashed up before he pulled back out again. I had wished that my
video pickups had zoom capabilities.

During this entire escapade Marianne directed Becky to use the camera and
got another 3 dozen or some photos that clearly showed the goings on and
with identifiable faces. Also during that escapade Marianne talked dirty;
the words cunt, fuck, pussy and cock being very prolific. Mark eventually
came while Marianne was almost yelling at him to fuck his hot teenage sperm
into her sperm hungry cunt, among other things.

The session finally ended with Mark looking pretty much exhausted although
my wife did suck his cock one more time as it softened, telling him that
she loved tasting her cunt on him. The kids got dressed and Marianne showed
them out then returned to her bedroom where she looked through the stack of
photos that had been taken. About half way through them she got her large
dildo from the closet then got into a position where she could fuck herself
with it and still thumb through the photos. She finally came, almost
yelling out in her orgasm and when she was finished I watched her put the
dildo and her photographs in the closet. Apparently young Mark hadn't
gotten the old lady off despite having fucked her for a solid 15 minutes.

I had jacked off while watching the video and had cum a couple of times so
after I turned the computers off I took a quick shower to wash mostly the
front of my body. I got dressed quickly and headed out to pick up Nicky
from daycare.

A few days later I rented a small copier and put it in the bedroom that
Nicholas and I shared. Marianne hadn't been in there for 4 months that I
was aware of but if she did happen to see the machine I could easily
explain it away as needed for my work. Over the next week or so I managed
to copy every one of the photos, 2 to a page, making sure that when they
were put back they were in their original order. I didn't want my wife to
have any clue that I was collecting insurance against her leaving and
taking my son.

Over the next 6 months there were a variety of other encounters between my
wife and minor children. There were some encounters though that surprised
me. These were with adults and children, more specifically, adults with
their children. Some were fathers with their children and there a few with
mothers and their son or daughter. Perhaps at some point I'll tell those
stories but not right now. There were some Polaroid's taken but not a lot
and I managed to get copies of them.

In any case I finally inserted a couple of copies of some very damaging
photos into Marianne's collection. I didn't need to add any threatening
notes because I did it a day or two after she'd made another comment about
leaving and taking Nicky. While Marianne never really confronted me about
the copies I knew when she'd found them because she went from bitch to
super bitch on steroids literally in an hour. Less than a month later she
was gone


I came from work one evening and Becky was there. When I asked her where
Marianne was she shrugged her shoulders. When I asked how much I owed her,
she told me, I paid her and she left. It was sort of weird for me to be
around Becky after what I'd seen her doing on the videos. I went to my room
to check on Nicky and changed clothes, checked for new video recordings but
found none. I kissed Nicky then went out to the kitchen and poured a glass
of wine. She still hadn't come home by the time I went to bed and when I
checked her room in the morning she wasn't there. That was a little odd
because no matter what else she did, Marianne never spent the night away
from the house. I got Nicky to day care and went about my days work without
giving much thought to my wife other than wondering if she'd finally run
away.

Since I hadn't heard from her I picked Nicholas up from day care. Back at
the house there was still no sign of her. After changing and getting dinner
for my son I went into Marianne's room. I really didn't want her to come in
and find me in there because she would have gone off, no matter that I had
some concerns about her absence. I checked her bathroom first, saw her
makeup was gone, hurried to her closet and discovered that most of her
stuff was gone. My heart started beating rapidly. My god had she really
done it? It was the same with her dresser drawers, almost everything
gone. I went back to her closet and pulled down the box that she'd kept the
Polaroid's in and discovered that the box was empty except for a piece of
paper which turned out to be a hand written note, that read:

Jerky you pathetic excuse for a man. I'm leaving you for a real man. One
who has a bigger cock, more balls, and more money than you ever will. Have
fun raising your son and don't try to find me.

It was in her handwriting and she had signed it. I laughed at the last
part, about trying to find her, then simply laughed at the joy of it
all. The next day I found an attorney and started the proceedings for
divorce and filed for sole guardianship with eventual full custody of
Nicky. The cause was abandonment so it would take some 6 months; legally I
had to give her time for her to change her mind.

Six months went by with me worrying every single day that she'd come
back. Nicky asked once or twice where she was then dropped it. But, there
wasn't a word from her and on the day everything was finalized I accepted a
position with another company that I'd been negotiating with and moved a
thousand miles away. The house and all the furniture was sold to a couple
that had put earnest money down on it a month before and whatever they
didn't take I sold or gave to Goodwill. To quote that old Negro spiritual;
"Free at last, Free at last, oh thank God I was fucking free at
last". Okay, so I altered that a little bit.

The new job paid twice what I had been making and had liberal benefits
including providing day care in the building I worked out of. I bought a
home in an old established neighborhood close to where Nicky would start
private school the following year.  My son and I began a new life.

Nick had his own bedroom but he never slept in it, he slept with me. I had
been his bedmate for a couple of years and we were both happy with that
situation. I didn't date. I didn't have the confidence, I didn't want to
risk getting into the kind of relationship that I'd had with Marianne or
like my father had with my mother. Yeah, I'd grown up with a dominating-not
sexual-mother like Marianne. There's a big surprise.

Nick and I did everything together. When I got him his first bike I got one
for myself. Same with a baseball mitt. Once he was done with his swimming
lessons we went to the pool on family night. In fourth grade when he wanted
to take Karate lessons I was there right alongside of him. He helped me fix
our meals. We went to parks, zoos and museums together. Nicky and I were
best friends. We even took showers together.

That had started when he was 8 and wanted to move from baths to showers. I
had sat with him when he took his twice weekly bath even after he no longer
needed supervision. I did it because he asked me to. After I'd run his tub
and he climbed in I'd start to leave and he always asked me to stay, so
stay I did. We had plenty of good conversation during those times although
in all fairness, Nicky and I had great conversations almost
anywhere. Anyway, the shower. When he asked if he could start taking them I
voiced the typical parental concerns about it being slippery and his
falling and hurting himself.

"Well, why don't you take showers with me then daddy," he offered with
typical childhood logic. I agreed to accompany him at least the first few
times. It wasn't like Nick hadn't seen me naked before. Going to the
community pool we changed in front of each other, same as at home. He had
normal childhood curiosity, sometimes all but staring at other males in the
changing room, frequently asked questions about them when we were alone,

Nick watched me attentively those first few times, often mimicking my
behavior, whatever it was. He rinsed himself the same way and in the same
order that I did; torso, scoop water up under my balls and my cock, turn
and soak his hair then pull his butt cheeks open and soak his puckered
little hole. He soaped and washed in the same manner, watching me intently
then following my lead.

"That tickles dad," he said as he cleaned his balls with a soapy hand, and
when he slid that hand down his little cocklet and over the head he
commented, "Wow, that REALLY tickles." I smiled and as he reached around to
clean his hidden core he asked why his penis tickled so much. I tried to
explain that it was mostly for when men got older and it was time to have
babies and of course he wanted to know why.

"Can we hold off on that conversation for when you're a little older
Nicky," I asked him and he said sure. I got underneath the detachable
shower head and rinsed while Nick watched with rapt attention. As short as
he was I knew that there might be some difficulty getting the soap out some
areas so pulled the shower head off the wall and rinsed him. Needless to
say he giggled when I rinsed his groin from the front but when I rinsed
from underneath he giggled even louder and put his hands down to cup his
marble sized balls while informing that it tickled again. I had him turn
around and bend over and pull his butt open then directed the spray against
his puckered hole and used a finger to make sure the soap was all gone then
took the finger away and continued to rinse a little more, soaking the
underside of his balls. Nick all but screamed from the intense feelings but
didn't move. When he stood upright and turned around his dick was about
half mast.

"That felt good daddy," he said,

"I can see that," son I said looking down at his rising boner. Nick was
completely unashamed or embarrassed about his own body and getting an
erection in front of me didn't bother him in the least. It had happened
before, sometimes when he absently played with himself while watching
TV. On more than one occasion he felt compelled to show me his hard little
dick, pulling the front of his underwear or pajama's down in order to do
so.  He had seen me like that in my underwear in the morning as well as
naked if he happened to be on the toilet while I was getting into the
shower before work. Having a boner was part of being a male and my son had
understood that from an early age. It was no big deal. He also knew that it
wasn't something that was talked about with friends. That, along with many
things that happened in our home were private and not for other people to
know.

So, once we started taking showers together it just kept on at Nicky's
insistence and since mine was a shower room as opposed to a tub with a
shower it wasn't an inconvenience. I didn't mind at all and not because I
enjoyed looking at his body.  It was just a pattern that we fell into, like
sleeping together, and as long as my son was comfortable I saw no reason to
change. I loved any amount of time that we were together because I knew
that someday it would be gone, he would be gone. I knew that someday he
would outgrow his need to be with me in virtually all things and begin
sleeping in his own bed, taking showers alone and essentially starting the
separation process. Like many parents, I reveled in our time together,
getting it while I could.

But things didn't change much at all. As Nicky passed 10 years old and was
well into his 11th year he still slept with me, still showered with me,
still sat in my lap, sometimes with clothing on and sometimes completely
naked just as he had since he was born. During that time I watched him grow
from a little boy into a preteen, gaining height and more muscle definition
as little by little his baby fat gave way to a budding young man.

Since I didn't date, and I had physical needs like any other male, I jacked
off. Mostly it was once a week, sometimes less, rarely more. I'd kept the
videos of Marianne and her partners as well as good Xerox copies of the
hundreds Polaroid's that she had taken. I kept all of that stuff under lock
and key at home. I often used them for visual stimulation, trying when I
could to visualize her as someone else and the kids as adults. It was
fairly easy when she was with most of the boys and there weren't any face
shots but with girls it was more difficult. I finally realized that I was
stimulated by the intergenerational theme as well as the young bodies,
especially the boys. Maybe it was because I could relate more to the boys'
feeling and what it would be like as a 13-15 year getting my stuff played
with, sucked and actually using my parts for that which they were intended;
to fuck.  It was quite stimulating to watch a 13 year old like Mark bury
his rock hard cock in Becky's almost hairless pussy and fuck her because I
could almost feel the intensity of the feelings that were ripping through
his young body.

And so it was one night after Nicky had gone to bed that I was in the
living room, the lights dimmed, and looking at a series of my favorite
images from those days. As I often did, I avoided the face shots in order
to blur the recognition factors and allow me to make up my own fantasy
about what I was looking at. My briefs were down around my ankles, the only
clothing that I'd had on, my legs were splayed wide open and my hand was
wrapped around my cock. I was looking at some waist to knees close-ups of
Mark or other young teens with their cocks poised at a young cunt, then the
head inserted and two more images as the hard young cocks got buried up to
the balls in a young teenage cunt. There were a couple of images taken from
behind them with the girl's legs pulled back and a cock buried inside of
the cunt while full smooth balls hung against a pale white ass.

"What are you doing dad?" I almost shit the sofa. The sofa was faced away
from the hallway where the bedrooms and baths were and since the floor was
carpeted I didn't hear Nicky approach. I quickly turned the Xerox papers
over but there was little I could do about my dick other than hold it.

"You're playing with your boner dad. I thought only little boys did that,"
my son said with all the earnestness that he could muster. I was at a loss
for words and began stuttering as I struggled for an explanation. "Does
this have anything to do with what you told me a long time ago about why my
penis tickled and about men having babies and stuff?" One of the amazing
things about Nicky was that he had a hell of a memory. Perhaps not total
recall but certainly up there enough that he'd hit the honor roll every
single quarter since he'd started school. There had been some discussion
about having him skip a grade but that was another story. Nick had come
over to stand in front of me and all but stare at my dick, or more
appropriately the head since my hand was wrapped around the shaft. His left
hand moved and rubbed absently at the front of his briefs, his usual
sleeping attire when he chose to wear anything.

"Umm well, yeah son, it does have to do with that."

"Could we have that talk then? You said we could have that talk since I'm a
little older now?"

It was 9:30 and I wasn't sure I wanted to open that can or worms on a
school night but what the hell. My dick had started to wilt so I pulled my
briefs up to my knees then stood and pulled them into place, Nicholas
watching intently.

"You're penis sure gets big when it's hard dad. Will mine get that bit when
I get older?" I told him that probably it would which caused him to
smile. I guess even little boys are interested in dick size. Judging from
his size at 11 years old and his genetic makeup I was pretty sure that my
son would end up larger than average.

"Okay son, it's like this," I began, then proceeded to give him "the talk"
which ended with the physical needs of males after they entered puberty and
how masturbation, while solitary and thus lonely, was the easiest way to
take care of that and sometimes men looked at pictures because it helped
things along. He had some questions about puberty-when was it going to
happen to him-and masturbation-was that what those papers were than I had
been looking at. Reluctantly I nodded my head at the last question.

"Can you masturbate with another person?" I nodded my head then explained
that teenage boys did it together quite a bit and of course he wanted to
know if I had when I was a boy and I admitted that I had. "Well then why
can't you and me masturbate together?" Ahhh the logic of children. I tried
to explain that there were laws about adults doing things like that with
children but of course Nicky's response was that I was his dad and I was
suppose to teach him things and hadn't I just explained it all too him. I
tried to explain that telling him and showing him were to distinctly
different things and he waved his hand in dismissal saying that idea was
just stupid. I started to try again and he asked me when he was going to
start puberty and I said that it wasn't like a birthday and happened at a
certain time. He playfully slapped my arm so I said that he might actually
have started the process. At that jumped off of the sofa, stood facing me
at my feet and yanked his briefs down to his knees.

"Have I dad, have I started puberty?" I have to say that, yes I'd seen my
son naked on a regular basis-at least 3 times a week-but that didn't mean
that I'd scoped him out because I hadn't. Sure I noticed that he was
getting taller, filling out some, but I hadn't looked him over. As he stood
there in front of me with all of his boyhood charms in plain view at eye
level I noticed that indeed he had started the process. Nicky's balls were
no longer a crinkled bag held close to his body. They had dropped and now
hung gently between smooth creamy thighs, each testicle identified
separately. His penis seemed longer and maybe a little thicker and not a
stubby piece of flesh with a head on it.

I sat forward on the sofa and with Nick looking down at me I put my hand,
palm up, between his legs and hefted his eggs. Nick flinched slightly.

"Your hand is warm on my balls dad." I have the sac a little squeeze and a
tug then let go and smiled up at him.

"Well son it looks like you've started puberty."

"Does that mean I'll get hairs soon dad? Am I going to be having sperm?" My
boy was a little excited at the thought. I leaned closer and with one hand
held his cock out of the way then very lightly ran my finger tips across
his pubic bone right at the base of it then looked even closer. I could see
two or three very tiny, light colored, wispy hairs.

"I think so son, the hair at least. I don't know about the sperm part."

"Oh wow," he said. When I let go of his stuff and sat back a little farther
it appeared as though Nick was getting an erection then Nick confirmed it.

"I think I'm getting a boner dad." We both watched as my son's pride and
joy proceeded on its rise to glory until it stood firm and proud in front
of his flat pubic bone, about 5 inches long. When it was done he squeezed
his rigid cock as well as his balls. "You know when you said that sometimes
guys get that tingling feeling in their belly's, especially when they have
a boner?" I nodded my head. "It's feeling like that now dad," he said
quietly. I nodded my head then nick looked down at my crotch.

"It looks like you're getting a boner too dad." Indeed I was but I wasn't
quite sure just what caused the gallant reflex. Watching my son get hard,
touching him like I did, knowing that he was on the cusp of joining the
ranks of sperming males. I didn't know what caused my erection and at that
moment I didn't care much about the "why's".

"Can we masturbate dad; can you show me how to do it?" I noticed that his
voice had gotten deeper, a sign of the lusty feeling that were flowing
through his body. Looking back on it I think that was the deciding factor,
my sons' feelings of lust, perhaps the very first ones. I hooked my fingers
in my briefs and lifted my ass up off the sofa enough to get them down then
leaned forward to slip them off. That done I sat back with my legs spread
and 7½ inches of man cock resting against my belly. Nicky's eyes went wide
at the sight. He dropped to his knees in front of me, resting his forearms
on my thighs, all but staring at my cock.

"Can I..." he started then stopped. I nodded my head.

"Go ahead son, you can touch it," I said, my own voice deepening. He
reached out and took hold of me, squeezed a couple of times up and down the
shaft. The intensity on his smooth blemish free face made my heart lurch.

"It's so big dad," he said with a tinge of awe in his melodic, preteen
voice, "and your balls seem so huge. You're so hard too and it feels warm
in my hand." I hadn't been touched by another human being in at least 6
years and it felt really good. "Do you want to touch mine," Nick asked then
stood. I reached up and grasped onto his raging cocklet and squeezed him as
he had done to me. Nick inhaled sharply. I reached up with my other hand
and cupped his nuts while I stroked him a couple of times and I thought he
was going to fall over from the feelings. He reached down and placed the
palm of one hand on my thighs for balance.

"Can we should go to the bedroom dad?" I stood up and grabbed my briefs and
my photos and followed Nicholas into our room, admiring his narrow little
butt in the process. In our room he dropped his underwear and climbed on
the bed with me right behind him.

"Are those some of the pictures you were telling me about?" I nodded my
head then he asked if he could see some of them. I was taken by surprise at
Nick's request although I shouldn't have been.

"There are some in here that I'd rather you didn't see son," I told him in
all honesty. Mostly I wanted to avoid images that clearly showed that the
participants were teens. I thumbed through them quickly and pulled out a
half dozen that I felt would do then sat next to him.

The first image was a close up of a pussy, the girl seemed to be around 13
so it had a small amount of hair at the top of her cleft, almost like a
mustache . Her legs were spread, her fingers were pulling the lips wide
open to give us a full on view of every thing including her gaping hole
which had sperm leaking out of it. It was part of a series with an adult
male in it. Nick gasped slightly when he was, his hand busy at his
crotch. The second image was a boy about 14 with a man sucking his cock and
of course Nick was interested in that. The next image shows the boy's
torso, covered in sperm, both his and the man's and of course Nicky asked
questions about that. I told him that's what happened after you
masturbated.

I showed him other images, cocks buried deep inside of cunts, faces buried
between thighs and eating pussy's. He hadn't made the connection of pubic
moss and age, thankfully. I didn't really need him thinking or knowing that
I was getting of in pictures of kids.

Through out our trip though the images I slowly stroked my dick and Nicky
finally asked about that and I explained that it was masturbation. "Can we
do it now dad. My penis is starting to hurt it's so hard." Indeed the head
of the rampant appendage was tinged with red, a testimony to the blood that
was trapped there.

"Start by gripping it like this," I began, my hand wrapped around the
swollen shaft, "or for you, like this," and switched to fingers. "It
doesn't matter really and you'll find in time which position you like." He
started to use his fingers then stopped.

"Will you do it for me dad?" I gave that request about a seconds' worth of
thought then reached over and using the thumb and fingers technique began
jacking my son off. A variety of feeling were ripping through my body. I
reveled in the feelings of his rigid shaft against the pads of my digits,
reveled in the warmth of his body and reveled in the fact that I was
jacking off a boy. That he was my son didn't play a huge part in all of
that. Sure, I was pleased that I could show my boy things about his body
that he'd likely learn from his friends but it wasn't like I had the hots
for my son, it wasn't that I yearned for an incestual act.

"Gosh that feels really good dad," Nicky said. He watched me for a moment
then picked up a few of the images that we'd looked through, staring at the
gaping pussy and ending with the man blowing the boy. "That looks like
fun. Have you ever done that dad, had a penis in your mouth?" I said that I
had, that as a young teenager I'd messed around a little bit with two
friends of mine.

"Would you do that to me dad?" Needless to say I stopped what I was doing
for a split second then resumed stroking him. He asked with more of a
rhetorical tone such as; would you ever consider doing it to me as opposed
to will you do it to me right now.

"I dunno, maybe. Is that something you think you'd like to experience?" He
nodded his head and then a shiver of pleasure roared through his virginal
body. "Well, maybe some time we can try that out." I continued to stroke
him, he continued to have ripples of pleasure and eventually he told me
that it was starting to tickle. I told he was about ready to cum and to
ride it through, which he did, and eventually had a full on dry orgasm that
caused his body to shake and his large brown eyes to roll to the back of
his head. I continued to jack him off although I slowed down and eventually
took my hand away but not before cupping his hairless sac which caused him
to wiggle and giggle.

I lay back and just watched him, seeing my son in a different light, seeing
him as a sexual being and not simply a child. I admired his body, his
beauty for Nicky was by any standards a cute boy. His face was smooth and
blemish free; his mouth full and sensual; his nose not quite perfectly
straight but a slight curve at the upper part of the bridge. He was hitting
about 4'11 and his compact body had all the crevices and creases in all the
right places. He would grow up to be a handsome man.

I didn't consider myself handsome although I'd been told I was quite cute
as a teen and young college student. Certainly Marianne had been a knockout
and that was where I figured our son got his looks. I'd been so beaten down
by her over the years that it was difficult for me to see myself in any
positive light but the fact was that the cunt married me and she must have
had a reason.

Nick opened his eyes and looked over at me the rolled to face me, our faces
inches apart. He looked into my eyes, then slowly let his eyes drift across
my face then leaned in and kissed me on the lips. "That was totally awesome
dad. Can we do that all the time?"  He didn't wait for an answer but asked
if I was going to do it now, masturbate. I nodded my head, reached down and
went to work, getting in a couple of strokes before Nick stopped me.

"Can I try it on you dad?" My answer was to let my hand drop to my
side. Nick moved so that he was sitting next to me, took hold of my dick
and began the motion, sliding the skin up and down. He passed comments on
how hard, how warm, how strange the skin felt but he also commented on how
fun it, how good it felt touching me like that. To me, it felt great to
have somebody touching me, even if it was a boy and even if it was my own
son. Call me sick, depraved, what ever you want but there it was and I
reveled in the physical contact.

Nicks arm got tired fairly soon so I took over and about a minute later I
told him to watch. Some scant seconds after that I groaned out loud and my
cock erupted. It shot clear up to my chest, leaving a six inch gash of
white from my nipple toward my belly button. Nick gasped but almost before
he could register what happened I squirted again, same direction and
amount. That was followed by a third squirt then 3 smaller ones then the
stuff just oozed out.

"My gosh dad that's a lot of stuff. Is that the sperm? How come can't I
can't seem em," things along that vein. He was pretty excited about the
entire affair. I let my breathing return to normal then rolled off the bed
and went into the bathroom to clean my body, returning to find Nicholas
lying face down on the bed, his glorious little ass bubbling in the air. He
appeared to be asleep and as I approached the bed I had to stop and catch
my breath. My son was lying with one knee crooked upward while the other
was all but straight. His crack was open far enough to almost see his
puckered hole but not quite. The origin of his sac was clearly evident as
it fell away from his core, his balls lying in a puddle on the bed. It was
a glorious sight, and I would come to believe it was one of the most erotic
and beautiful positions a boy could be viewed in.

I covered Nicky up and turned out the lights then climbed in alongside of
him. As I lay there drifting off to sleep I wondered what that night had
set in motion, wondered how far this was going to go. Had I known the
answer to that I might well have gone to sleep with a huge grin on my face.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A little
preview of the next chapter, or maybe the one after

***When I first saw Crystal my heart skipped a beat. She had honey blond
shoulder length hair that was slightly wavy. Her face was a perfect oval
shape, her small nose slightly bobbed. Like her brother her eyes were
cornflower blue and her lips begged to be kissed, or wrapped around a boys'
cock. At nine years old the girl was a knockout and she knew the effect
that she had on boys, or men, but she didn't flaunt it in fact she
downplayed it. Her shyness shouldn't and wouldn't be mistaken for being
coy, although it wasn't complete shyness by any means.

"Thank you for letting me stay with you Gerry," she said, her voice the
light melodic sound that only preteens have. I told her that it was my
pleasure, that I was sorry that her grandmother wasn't doing so well.

***the boy looked in my direction and smiled slightly as he continue to
fuck his sister. I couldn't really see anything but his wonderful ass as it
rose and fell. Her arms were under his, her feet not quite flat on the
ground and pulled back so that her knees were splayed open. He winked at me
and nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck and I heard her moan softly
as she ran her hands down his back and onto his delicious little ass and
pulled him to her. The boy picked up speed and began to fuck her with more
force, driving almost 7 inches of brotherly cock into her young cunt.