Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 15:25:39 EST
From: Rob Robert <F11hartman@aol.com>
Subject: my master my daddy

I don't like thinking of myself as horny but I'm 13 and think sex morning,
noon and night and every day of the week.  In many homes sex is hardly ever
mentioned but it is big time in my house.  When Dad comes home from work,
he is ready to drop his pants and my mom loves the aroma of his sweat and
ampit smell and coffee and naked couples making love on TV.  As they both
sit there on the couch with me, they giggle their naughty thoughts as they
wink at each other and at me, because they know that I know what is going
on in their heads.  When it is time for fun, they giggle like little kids
as they head off for their bedroom and I'm sitting there almost saying to
them to have a lovely time.  Naturally, as they moan and groan up there, my
dick is hard as a rock and wishing that someday I'll get my fun.
     I've never knocked before entering their passion chamber and I've
never caught them in the act but if I did, they would just roll over, pull
up the blanket and wait for me to leave.  Mom always wears a nightgown with
big boobs showing but tits covered.  Dad sleeps in one of his sleeveless
undershirts and that's all.  Sometimes, I've discovered him on his stomach
with his bare ass all suggestive and teasing or on his back with his hardon
bobbing with each heartbeat.  Yes, there have been times that I have
climbed in their bed on my dad's side and snuggled up close but I sure as
hell have never crawled into their bed on Mom's side and touched Dad's
precious secret treasures.
     Well, on this neat day, Mom sent me upstairs to get the featherduster
and when I entered their bedroom, Dad was all T-shirt naked on his back
with that big prick bobbing.  I smiled at him as I watched him in action
and he smiled and made no attempt to cover up and spoil my hot scene.
   I found the featherduster and then went over to his bed and let the tip go
up and down on one side of his shaft.  Then, I did the other side as he
started saying, "Yes, yes, yes!"
     Then, I stroked both sides up and down and back and forth and that is
when he said, "Do it on my balls!"
     There I was jerking him off and suddenly he shot big globs of white
streams of puddles with the first landing on his chin and then his chest
and then his stomach with globlike pudding filling up his bellybutton hole.
Laughingly, I looked at him and said, "I think you liked that!"
  "I think you really liked it!" he said to me as he settled down and his
cock began to shrink.
   I headed for the door but he called me back to his side.  "Get back here
you naughty boy!  I didn't ask you to do that and you sorta raped me and
now you need to finish the job.  Get down here and lick me clean!"
     "Oh, get off it, Dad!" I responded.  "I'll get a towel and wipe you
clean!".
     "Clean me up, now!" he ordered!  "Or I'll tell your mom that you been
stealing some of her semen love juices."
     Well, I didn't want Mom to know anything about us, so I got down there
the smell and all warm and creamy and started tasting semen sauce and all
of it's aroma with my tongue and nose.  I sorta gagged but I liked it.
Hell, I had never tasted that stuff before and in my life I was starting to
produce some small amounts but I had never tasted it.  And there I was
tasting and licking and lapping.
     "Don't forget my chin!"  He ordered.  As I headed up to his chin, he
grabbed my face and gave me a kiss with his tongue wagging inside my mouth
and tasting his warm spunk. I had never ever been French kissed before and
I loved it.  Yes, I loved the taste of his warm cum also.
     When I came up for air, he looked at me and fired his first order as
this master-servant fun began.  "Well, son," he said. I'm hoping maybe we
might have some more fun one of these days and here is how you will let me
know if you are interested.  I will tell you when it is time by not having
a shirt on and only in my sleeveless blue undershirt up top and when you
see it, you will immediately come over and cuddle up to me and wait for
your next order.  Maybe it will be at breakfast.  Maybe in my bed.  Maybe
outside in the back yard.  You will see my blue sleeveless undershirt and
without talking, cuddle close and let me you know you want more.  Do you
understand?"  he asked.
     "Hell, what about Mom!'  I exclaimed.
     He fired back, "Hell, forget Mom, your friends, your wet body taking a
shower or your noisy mouth.  You see!  You silently move close and wait for
the next order!"
     A few days went by and I was on the floor by the couch.  Sorta leaning
against the couch and sorta almost on my stomach looking at TV and he came
over and put one foot over my head, sat down on the couch with me between
his legs and then he took off his dress shirt.  There he was in his shoes,
pants and blue sleeveless undershirt.  It startled me and I quickly sat up
and placed the side of my head up against his crotch with his thighs
holding my head in place as his dick began to grow.  Silently, I waited for
his order.
     Hell, I was excited.  Maybe I would get to touch him or lick his dick or
balls or anything.  Maybe, maybe.
     "Did you go to Frank's party? He inquired.
     "Yes," I said.
     "Were their drugs at the party?"
      I again said, "Yes, but I didn't take any!"
      And then came the kisser.  Dad said, "And you didn't leave?  You
stayed!"
      "Yes, Sir!"  I said knowing I was in trouble.
       Then he was really angry.  "We have a rule around here. And you know
it!  If there is drugs at a party, you get your ass out of there!  Now, get
your ass off the floor and go get the Ping-Pong paddle!  Get back here
fast.  Drop your pants and then all bare ass bend yourself over my knee!
And I mean now!' he shouted.
     Hell, I knew the fun was beginning.

Tell me please how I'm doing!  Rob          F11hartman@aol.com