Date: Sun, 21 Aug 2011 16:55:35 -0400
From: Peter Kink <kinkyhilltopguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bathtub Lessons for Davey (bisexual, incest)

Bathtub Lessons for Davey

By Peter

It was an early morning, immediately after I had just came inside her, when
my wife said, "Your son has started asking questions about his body."

I was still too sweaty and recovering from post-orgasm bliss to figure out
what she wanted me to say.  Most comments from her had me deciding `what
she wanted me to say' rather than just responding.  It was obvious she was
the dominant one in the relationship, but I liked it that way.  I preferred
her telling me what to do and when.  And more times than not I liked
getting her permission to do things I wasn't confident enough to decide on
my own.

"Davey has been asking about his penis and why it does the things it does?"
she continued.  "Have you explained what being a man is about yet?"

"I didn't think a 10 year old boy needed to know about being a man?"

"Well, now that he is asking- I think you should explain some things to
him.  We don't want him finding out untrue things from other boys at his
school or, worse, from some stranger."

I wondered if her mention of a stranger concerning my son's sexuality was a
pointed remark.  My wife knew I had a kinky side like no one else.  She
loved to suggest raunchy things in the most subtle ways.

After I got home work that evening, I spent the still muggy evening mowing
the lawn, while Davey watched from the front porch flipping aimlessly
through one of his comic books.  There was no doubt that I shared a close
relationship with my son, even if I didn't always communicate with him as
much as I could.

Once I finished the yardwork, Davey & I returned inside the house to find
that my wife was setting dinner out on the table.  "Perfect timing, I was
just about to call my guys in to eat."

"Dinner is ready now? I was hoping to wash the stink off me before we
ate..."

"No time for a shower now.  Just wash your hands and dig in," my wife
instructed.  "Besides, I thought maybe after dinner you & Davey could take
a bath together and he could ask you about some things he has been
wondering about his body."

My heart skipped a beat in my chest.  `What exactly was she suggesting?'  I
looked over at Davey, but only saw the beautiful, inquisitive smile he
always had on his face.  She must have sensed my confusion because she
directed the approval to Davey himself.  "How does that sound Davey?  Do
you want to take a bath with your dad after dinner?"

"Yea!" he answered quickly and enthusiastically.  My eyes met his again,
but this time he looked away embarrassed.  My cock twitched in my shorts a
bit as I walked up to him and patted his shoulder.

"Sounds good to me too, bud.  Whatever you want to ask me is fine."  I
fumbled for words sometimes with him, but I was always quick to reassure
him when he felt embarrassed.  It struck a chord in my soul how much my
brave boy was turning out more and more like his passive father.  I wanted
him to have all the confidence I sometimes lacked.

Dinner was completely forgettable as my mind raced with thoughts of what
was about to happen.  It felt natural and paternal, but at the same time
forbidden and kinky.  I couldn't wait to be naked in the tub with my naked
son.

After I stripped my clothes off in the master bedroom closet, I entered the
hall bathroom to see my son was already naked in the tub smiling from ear
to ear.  The lust running through my body was quickly rising, but luckily I
was not hard yet.  As I entered the tub, my son's eyes were fixed on my
still flaccid cock.

The hot water felt good on my body as I sat down.  I sat facing my son with
my knees slightly bent and resting against the sides of the tub.  My ankles
were on top of his legs, resting at his sides.

"How's it going bud?"  My question is what finally got Davey to stop
staring at my cock and look me in the face.

"Your penis is a lot bigger than mine," his bluntness was endearing.

"Almost all of me is bigger than you, bud.  You're still a growing boy.
One day your body will fill out just like mine."  His eyes were back on my
now submerged crotch.  "Is that what you are concerned about with your
body?"

I realized his hands were in his crotch and I couldn't remember if they had
been there the whole time.  He was clearly playing with himself under the
water.  "Why does it feel so good to pull on my penis?" he asked.

"That's a good question, Davey."  My cock was definitely filling with blood
now as I watched him stroke his little cock with both hands.  "It just
does.  I can't really explain it.  Your penis has very sensitive parts that
feel really good when you touch them.  Do you play with your penis a lot?"

His hand stopped at this question and pulled away from his crotch.  My
heart sank.  "Is it bad?  Do you not play with yourself, Daddy?"

"No, it's not bad.  Every guy plays with his penis, it is completely
natural and good for your body."  He still hesitated to return his hand to
his cock.  So I reached for my own cock underwater and gave it a few tugs
as it was getting fully erect.  "See, even your dad still likes to stroke
his penis.  When I was your age I played with my penis multiple times each
day."

This was the encouragement he needed and he went back to pulling on his
little cock under the water.  I stroked my cock a few more times, but it
was more exciting to watch him please himself.  His legs were straight out
in front of him between my legs and almost reached my crotch.  I resisted
the urge to lean forward and rub his little feet on my balls.  Instead, I
placed my left hand on his lower calf and rubbed gently to encourage him.

"Never be ashamed of your body, Davey.  You should be proud of your body
and proud to explore what feels good.  It's an important part of growing
up.  And it's important you feel comfortable to come to me with any
questions you are having."

"When will my body start to look more like yours?"  He didn't seem bothered
by my hand continuing to stroke his calf.  But abruptly he stopped playing
with his cock and cupped his hands together to lift water up high enough to
pour over his head.  I almost laughed at the short attention span of my
boy.

"Soon. I think I was 12 when I started to get hair on my legs first.  The
rest will happen over time. By the time I was 15 or 16 I was much taller,
heavier and looked more like a man."  I hesitated to find the points that
would be most important to him. I didn't feel I needed to explain his sex
drive would increase as well: I thought I would let him discover that on
his own.

Davey was still pouring water on himself with his cupped hands, but I knew
he was listening to me.  He often seemed distracted when my voice went into
explanation mode, but could usually repeat back word for word what I said
if I asked.

I glanced back down at his crotch and saw that he was peeing freely into
the water.  At the same time he looked directly at me with a surprised
look.  "Oh, sorry, Dad.  I always pee in the tub during baths- I didn't
even think about it." He seemed generally alarmed and a little worried.

I was stunned, yet turned on to see his piss expanding out in front of him
toward my legs and crotch.  I was too shocked to think to reassure him.

"I didn't mean to be gross.  I'm sorry."  I heard the perceived dejection
in his voice.

"Hey buddy, your body is not gross to me at all."  My lust overcame me as I
reached both hands into the piss filled water.  I cupped my hands and
lifted it up to pour down my chest.  That made him giggle loudly.  I did it
a few more times, letting his piss-water coat my hairy chest.  "See nothing
gross to me at all."  My cock was fully erect now and sticking up just out
of the water.

Davey reached down and rubbed my legs at his sides.  "So my legs will be
hairy like this one day?"  A jolt of pleasure went through my body at his
touch.  My cock pulsed in the warm water.

"They sure will.  Just give it time."  I didn't know what to do with the
lust I felt in every inch of my body.  I took a deep breath and leaned
back, closing my eyes for a second to gather my thoughts.  What was I doing
with my son?  Curiosity was one thing, but how much was I going to let
happen?  Despite the guilt I was glad he continued to rub my hairy legs
with his soft hands.  I could feel his eyes exploring every inch of my
developed body.  I kept my eyes closed with my head against the cool, tiled
wall to encourage him to look me over.

"Your penis is really hard and big.  How long will it stay hard and stick
up like that?"

"Depends how long I am turned on.  But definitely as long as you keep
rubbing my legs like that."  I kept my eyes closed still, but smiled
contentedly at him.  I wanted him to feel completely comfortable to explore
my body as much as he wanted.

"Can I touch it?  Would that be bad?"  His voice sounded guilty just
asking.

"Sure, buddy.  You can touch me wherever you want.  That is why we are
having this time together."  Before I could finish those words, I felt him
scooting toward me.  One of his soft hands squeezed on the shaft of my
aching cock.

"It feels really weird.  It's really hard, but kind of soft and squishy at
the same time."  As his other hand reached around the shaft of my cock, I
let out a moan without thinking.  "Are you okay, Daddy?"

"Mmm.  No, Davey, I'm fine.  Your hands feel really good.  Keep touching."

"I can feel it moving inside."  His hands were squeezing all over my
pulsating cock.  I moaned again.  "I hope my penis looks just like yours
one day, Daddy."

I opened my eyes and looked him in the eyes at this.  "I'm sure your penis
will get even bigger than mine."  I reached forward and give his hard
little cock a playful squeeze.

He suddenly stood up at this point.  For a split second I thought I had
made him feel uncomfortable.  "Does my penis look too small for my age?"
His erect little cock was inches from my chest.  It took all the resistance
in me to not bend down and take his little cock in my mouth.  I knew that
would be too much for him now.  Instead, I pulled my legs back and under me
so that I could kneel in front of him.

We weren't quite crotch to crotch, but I made an exaggerated attempt to
imply I was comparing our erect penises.  He, standing in front of me, with
his cock just above my navel.  Me, on my knees, with my crotch just below
his.  With my length, my upright cock almost reached his.  After a few
seconds of `comparing', I leaned into him so that our warm bodies were
pressed together.  "I think yours looks just the right size."  His
responded exactly as I hoped and he started rubbing his crotch against my
hard cock.  I reached behind him and rubbed the back of his thighs
encouragingly.

"That feel good, buddy?"  I continued up his body and rubbed the back of
his little butt.

"Un-huh.  Feels really good, Daddy."  He continued to writhe in pleasure
against my hairy crotch and stomach.

I moaned loudly and moved one of my hands behind his head to pull him in
for a closer embrace.  I continued rubbing his sexy butt with my other
hand.  His body humped quickly against mine.  My hard cock was pressed
tightly between my belly and his.  The motions he was making felt amazing
on my cock.  I could also feel his little cock poking against the side of
my cock and against my belly.  The many things I wanted to teach him right
there!

I found my sanity somehow.  I patted him playfully on the butt as I pulled
away and sat back down in the warm water of the tub.  He seemed overcome
with emotion and stood there frozen for a second.

"Will you touch mine again, Daddy?"

I reached out and stroked his hard cock in between thumb and first finger.
"Is that what you want me to do, buddy?"  He nodded.

"So what happens after you keep pulling on it?  Does it just stay hard like
that forever?"

"After you hit puberty, you have an orgasm and sperm comes out."  His eyes
got wide with wonder at that suggestion.

"Sperm, is that what makes babies?"

"Yes, that is part of what makes babies.  What made you think of that,
Davey?"  It felt completely natural for my naked, ten year old son to be
standing in front of me, aroused from my fingers fondling his little cock
as he asked about sex.

"I dunno, heard it on the playground the other day."

"I put my penis inside mommy and mix my sperm with what she has to make a
baby."  I waited for him to start asking about the female body.  But he
could only think of cock.

"How long does it take for sperm to shoot out?"

"It just depends how turned on a man is.  But once he reaches his orgasm it
only shoots out for a few seconds.  But that is when a man feels the most
pleasure possible."

"I wish I could organism some sperm now."  I resisted the urge to chuckle
at his play on words.

"You can't until you reach puberty in a few more years, buddy."

He pulled back from me and sat down in the water across from me again.  He
reached out for my cock again without asking.  My hands returned to rubbing
his soft legs.  This time, his exploring hands made rubbing motions on my
still pulsating cock.  I was impressed that he was trying to copy the
motions I had been making on his cock.  A fast learner, my boy was!

"Can you make sperm every day?  Can you run out of sperm?  What does it
look like?" The wheels of his brain were really turning by now.  I was just
glad his soft hands continued to rub his daddy's cock.

"Yes you can make sperm every day, even multiple times a day sometimes.
You can't run out."

"Does it look like pee?  How do you keep from peeing instead of sperming?"

"I can't really explain how. Your body just only does one thing at a time.
But it doesn't look like pee at all, it is thicker and white."

"Can I see your sperm, Daddy?"  Those words struck an alarm in my head
somewhere.  As much as I wanted to shoot my load all over his hands, I
suddenly was overcome with guilt.  It just didn't seem right that I was
thinking of orgasming in front of my boy.

"You'll make your own sperm soon enough, bud."  I gently pulled his hands
off my cock.  "I think that is enough for tonight."

His smile faded slightly, but he seemed to understand that everything was
still OK between us.  And frankly, the water was starting to get cold- so
I'm sure he was ready to get out anyway.

Just to make him sure I wasn't upset at all, I leaned forward and gave him
a sloppy kiss on the forehead.  His skin tasted just as sweet and salty as
ever.  The flesh of my flesh, so warm and tender.  "I love you Davey, and
glad you asked me what was on your mind."  I squeezed his shoulder as I
pulled away.  "You OK with everything we talked about and did in here?"

"Yea, Daddy, it felt good.  I like playing with your penis."

I stood up and reached for the towel.  "I liked it too.  Keep playing with
your penis as much as you want.  But most people do not talk about this
kind of stuff outside the house.  You should also only play with your penis
when have alone time. Do you understand?  That's why they are called your
privates."

"Yea I understand, Daddy."

"Now drain the tub, get dried off, and get your jammies on."

*******************************

"How did bath time go?"  The smile on my wife's face was a knowing look.
It was a few hours later and we were laying in bed together.  The kitchen
cleaned up, the laundry done, Davey in bed.

"It was fine.  He just was worried about his body not comparing to mine."
I wasn't exactly sure how much to share.

"That is good.  You have a great body for him to compare to."  Her hand was
on my cock now and she was kissing my neck gently.

"Did he like watching you cum?"

My heart jumped at this question, but my cock instantly got rock hard.  She
moaned and nibbled gently on my shoulder.  I could feel her warm body
rubbing against my side.  I hesitated to respond, blurring reality with the
current seduction of fantasy.

"Was he touching you when you came?  Or just watching?"

I realized she was serious now and wanting me fully aroused during my
confessional.  She was obviously very turned on by knowing what we did.  I
rethought my guilt.

"I stopped it before we got to that point."  I said sheepishly.

"Stopped?  How does that answer his questions?"  Her seductive purring was
fading, being replaced by the domineering inquisitor she was so good at
being.

"I just didn't think I should take it to that level.  I just let him touch
me and ask me what he wanted to know."  My guilt was returning now for
different reasons, but I was still fully aroused.  She never slowed the
steady stroking of my leaking cock.

"He needs his daddy to show him what his body will capable of soon."  She
was working my hard cock without hesitation.  "Don't you wish your dad had
showed you how good it felt to cum when you were a kid?"

I moaned involuntarily, shocking myself.  As kinky as our sex play was at
times, she had never mentioned my dad before.  I had always thought of my
dad as attractive, but hadn't actually fantasized about him growing up.

"Just think how much more free you would be today, if you had gone through
puberty with the mental image of your dad in ecstasy as he shot his sperm
all over you."  My breathing was increasing.  My cock was leaking from her
stroking and forbidden words.  "Wouldn't that have made your first solo cum
sessions sexier?"

"Yea," I moaned.

"You need to do that for Davey.  He needs to see his Daddy in complete
bliss.  Shooting his sperm out of this big cock.  All over his body.  He
may even want to taste your sperm on his hands.  The sperm that made him."
That sent me over the edge as I shot my load all over my chest and her
hands.  All of my guilt, lust, and pent up tension exploded into warm
streams of cum.  My cock shot stream after stream of hot jizz.  My body
shuddered in pure ecstasy.

She slowed her strokes as I came down from my high.  She continued to kiss
my neck softly.  I couldn't get the image of Davey standing naked in front
of me in the tub with his little cock inches from my face.  She finally
spoke after a few minutes.  "Promise me you won't leave this part out with
Davey next time."

"Yes, dear, I promise."

*******

The next day I was more affectionate with Davey to reassure him all was
still fine between us.  He enjoyed my attention as always.  But nothing
about his behavior seemed to be any different.  This was more important to
me than anything else.  I wanted his sexual development to not be marred by
guilt, confusion, or regret.

All day at work, my mind kept wondering back to bath time with Davey.
Everything that happened throughout the day were odd little reminders of
what I had done with my son in the bath tub the night before.  The eye
contact a younger male coworker made with me, the restroom faucet splashing
over my hands, every juvenile question someone asked me.

That night after dinner, Davey had too much homework and the evening
vanished before I knew it.  When I went in to kiss him goodnight, I was
almost saddened that he did not bring up any more sex questions for me.  I
decided I had to be patient with his sexuality.  After kissing him
goodnight, I quickly gave him a pinch on his inner thigh, a playful thing
we had done to each other since he was a toddler.  "Grasshopper kiss!"  I
called.

He laughed joyously and rolled over away from me.  "G'night Daddy."

About a week later I had almost forgotten about the post orgasmic promise I
had made to my wife.  Subconsciously, I knew that if she were serious, she
would create the environment again for it to happen.

"Davey are you ready for more bath time with Daddy?"  We were driving home
from the movie theatre, and I swear, I almost drove off the road.

"YEA! Can we tonight daddy?"  Davey shouted from the backseat, his face
behind another comic book.

"Sure can, bud!"  My cock was already starting to twitch, but my wife slid
her hand over to my crotch to encourage it.  She never failed to amaze me
with the boldness she asserted with our sexuality.

As soon as we got home, we silently got into `Daddy is going to get naked
with Davey in the bathtub' mode.  No words were exchanged.  No arrangements
needed spoken.  Davey went straight to his room to undress.  My wife went
straight to the hall bathroom and started the faucet.  I went into our
bedroom and looked at myself in the mirror.  I had the most devilish grin
on my face, and my semi erect cock was tenting my pants already.

I heard Davey enter the bathroom down the hall. "I like bath time better
with Daddy." I heard him say to my wife.

"That's good, honey.  Make the most of it: Daddy won't always be able to do
this with you.  Enjoy it while you both can," my wife encouraged.  I could
not believe my ears.  She was sending messages to both of us to not hold
anything back.

A few minutes later she came into the bedroom to find me standing naked
with my hard cock sticking out.  "He's in the tub, ready for his daddy,"
she playfully offered.

My heart was racing as I entered the bathroom, knowing what I was going to
do with him.  His eyes darted directly to my erect cock.  I walked right up
to the tub and said, "Do you want to say hi to my little friend?"

His hands lifted out of the water and grabbed my cock.  The warmth of his
soft hands felt amazing on my pulsating cock.  He remembered the rubbing
motions I liked.  I moaned and stood there for a minute enjoying the
sensations.  He continued to rub his small wet hands up and down the length
of my shaft.  I closed my eyes and placed my right hand on the wall for
support.

I was so turned on my legs felt weak.  As I shifted my weight, I heard
Davey readjust in the water and get up on his knees directly in front of
me.  "What's the clear stuff coming out of the end?  Is that sperm, Daddy?"

"Sort of.  It does have some sperm in it, but I haven't had an orgasm yet.
This is just some fluid leaking out because I am so turned on. Some guys
call—-"

Davey's tongue on the head of my cock interrupted me. I gasped in delight.
His little tongue licked up all of my precum. I grabbed the back of his
head with my left hand and moaned, "Oh Davey that feels amazing."

"It tastes good, Daddy, kinda salty."

"You can keep licking all over it if you want.  Mmmmm, Davey, I like that a
lot."  His little mouth licked the head of my hard cock.  He didn't try to
put my head in his mouth, but I was just enjoying the sensations he was
giving me.  I wanted him to explore my cock as naturally as his desires led
him.

Not much later he stopped.  "I'm getting cold."  He sat back down in the
bath tub. "Get in Daddy!"

I put all my weight back on my legs and gathered my thoughts.  I realized I
hadn't peed since earlier in the night and decided I should take care of
that before joining my son for more sexual lessons.

"In a second, Bud, I gotta take a leak first."  I headed over to the
toilet.

"Just do it in the bath, like I do."  Davey mimicked the motions I had made
last night when I poured the water down my chest.

I didn't wait for a second request.  I climbed right in the tub, with my
cock still half hard.  The hot water felt so warm and soothing on every
inch of my sore body.  We assumed the same position as the other night.

As soon as I was in place I leaned back and relaxed my prostate.  My semi
hard cock started a stream of piss that slowly went out of the water and
toward my boy in front of me.  As my stream of piss increased intensity,
Davey slid toward me and grabbed my cock.

"It's like a fountain.  A fountain of mountain dew!"  He giggled at his
rhyme.

He directed my cock around the tub as it continued to spray piss all over.
He got a little over excited and the stream went outside the tub a little.
"Whoops!"  He quickly redirected back toward the tub and accidentally
sprayed himself in the neck and face with my piss.  Luckily, my stream was
dying down by now, so it was just a quick little spray on the face.  He
seemed shocked but not entirely grossed out.

I immediately leaned in toward him with my face at his chest and neck. I
could smell my piss on his little body and face.  I licked his chest and
cheeks slowly of my piss.  It tasted bitter, but the giggles that followed
from him made it all worth it.  "Your tongue is really warm and wet, Daddy"

"Is it?  Do you want me to put it on your penis, like you were doing to
me?"

"Will you!?"  His eyes were wide with wonder and just a hint of lust.

"Sit up on the edge of the tub so I can get to it."  He didn't hesitate,
both of his legs still in the water draped over mine.  I placed my hand on
his back to steady him.  I slowly leaned forward and took his little hard
penis entirely in my mouth.

"Oh Daddy that feels really weird."  He giggled and exhaled loudly.  I
continued to slowly explore his hard cock and tiny balls with my tongue and
mouth.  He tasted amazing.  I longed for the days soon when he would be
able to shoot his load down my throat.

After a few minutes of exploring with my mouth, I stopped and looked in his
little scrunched up face.  "Feeling good, buddy?"

"Yeah I like it Daddy."

"Okay before you get back in, flip over for me."  He seemed confused by
this request.  But I directed him with my hands until he was kneeling over
the edge of the tub.  His hands were outstretched in front of him on the
floor outside the tub.  His sexy little butt was sticking up over the edge
of the tub.

I continued, "Just relax, buddy, I'm only gonna explore your body a little
more.  I won't hurt you."  I reached up with my hands and parted his little
cheeks.  I couldn't believe how uninhibited I was being.  My cock was
pulsating wildly in the warm water in front of me.  I rubbed a finger
between his cheeks along his hole.

"That tickles, Daddy!"  He writhed around a little over the edge of the
tub.  His laugh was the sexiest thing ever.

"Tickles, huh?"  I continued rubbing his crack with my finger.  "Even when
I do this?"  I pushed ever so gently on his hole.  He was far too tight to
attempt to enter, but I knew the pressure would still send a jolt through
his little body.  "How does that feel Davey?"  I rubbed my finger back and
forth over his little hole.

"Feels kinda good, but weird."

I leaned forward and kept his cheeks spread.  I ran my tongue along the
crack of my little boy's ass.  "Daddy!"  He didn't move this time, but his
response was immediate.  I knew I had generally shocked him.  But I
continued to lick up and down his crack.  My wet tongue exploring his tight
crack.

"Okay, all done back there, buddy."  I helped him back own into the tub and
licked my lips.  I was wildly aroused and knew I could cum soon.  "You
still wanna see daddy make sperm?"

He nodded enthusiastically as he sat back down in the tub across from me.

"You just wanna watch or you wanna help Daddy?" He shrugged his shoulders.
I think the wildness of the events were taking a toll on him and making him
quiet.  But I was over the edge now and wanted to finish in front of my
boy.

I got up on my knees in front of him in the water.  His eyes were locked on
my cock. I stroked it a few times over him.  He watched closely.  I rubbed
my cock in a slow, deliberate fashion, gradually getting closer.  I wanted
nothing more than to spray my seed all over my son's naked body.  The
little body I had just explored all over with my tongue.

"Give me your hand."  He complied without question.  I placed it at the
base of my erection.  "You squeeze right there as I get my penis ready to
orgasm. I'll stop when I am there so you can feel it and watch it shoot
sperm out of the end."  He nodded and squeezed perfectly on the base of my
cock with his little hand.  I worked the rest of my cock with my right
hand.  I reached down with my left hand and rubbed his little leg next to
me encouragingly.

It didn't take long for me to feel my jizz building up inside of me.  I
squeezed his hand and included it in my stroking of my cock.  He mirrored
my motions on my cock with his hand under mine.  "Here I come Davey, keep
doing that."  I pulled my right hand away, so just Davey's little hand was
jacking off his Daddy's big hard cock.

I grunted loudly as Davey pulled the first stream of cum out of my cock.
It sprayed over his head and hit the tile behind him.  His eyes were wide
with lust by now, but kept his hand stroking the base of my shaft.  "I feel
it coming out Daddy."  I shot stream after stream of cum out of my cock
directly into the water in front of me.  Several streams sprayed all over
my young son.  A wave of pleasure roared through my body causing me to
shudder noticeably.  My grunts faded into moans as Davey continued to pump
the last few drops of cum out of my cock.

"Your sperm shoots really fast, Daddy."

I stopped his hand with my own.  "That felt wonderful. Did you like
watching me make sperm?"

"It was cool.  The first shot went over my head!"

"I noticed.  That was how much I was enjoying it."  I climbed out of the
tub and reached for a towel.  "Looks like I got quite a bunch on you also.
Sorry, bud."

"That's okay, Daddy, I liked it.  I hope I can make that much sperm
someday.  Did it feel good to make it?"

"Yes, it felt amazing, buddy.  Thanks for helping your dad out."

I leaned in to give him a kiss on the forehead.  Without hesitation he
reached for my inner thigh and pinched.  "Grasshopper Kiss!"  He announced.

I laughed and smacked the back of his head.  Even after seeing his dad
spray seed all over him, my little Davey was still my playful little boy.

**********

"That sounded fun."  My wife teased as I entered the bedroom.  She was
laying on the bed under the covers, her hands obviously between the legs.

I walked into the room and finished drying myself off with the towel.
"Well now, he has seen his daddy cum. That is for sure."

"I'm sure he will never forget the image either. It will come in handy in a
few years when he starts cumming himself."

"Not sure my son will be fantasizing about his dad's sperm when he reaches
puberty."  I blushed at just the thought.

"Did you enjoy showing him your body and what it could do?"  Her hands were
moving furiously under the covers by now.

I dropped the towel and climbed into the bed next to her.  "It was
exhilarating.  Very intense."

She stopped fingering herself to look me directly in the eyes.  I leaned in
and planted a lusty kiss on her mouth.

"That's good.  Because I'm sure Emily is going to have similar questions
soon she will need her Daddy to answer."

My heart jumped as my thoughts diverted to our 6 year old daughter.

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