Date: Mon, 6 Jun 2011 11:38:08 -0500
From: Leon Hall <leon@hallmountain.com>
Subject: my daddy, my pimp (bisexual, incest)

I believe you should know I am using another pen name.  My previous story
was "teaching Jason".  The dream Master did not appeal to me anymore.
However, you can see my e-mail is the same.  But just for drill, this story
is intended for people who live in a principality that allows such
material.  If you are offended by stories of parents and children in sexual
situations, you probably should not read this one.

My Daddy, My Pimp
Chapter 1
Coming Home

Some people say that when you leave you can never go back, nothing is ever
the same.  But as I drive down Main Street memories of my childhood start
blowing to my mind like the rapid River.  Oh, hi.  My name is Mike.  I am
35 and worked in a large city.  I am the account executive for a rather
large company.  I've always liked crunching numbers. I left home, for what
it said, was for good, after finishing college.  That was about 10 years
ago.  But looking around I can see old man Miller's hardware store, the
five and dime store and the town's bank.  It's funny but, the bank still
has the crack in the wall which it got during an earth quake when I was
still a young boy.  When mom and dad died in a car accident lived with me
the house and 700 acres of farmland.  I think that age 60 and 52 is too
young to die.

The house that I grew up in is about 20 miles from town, down a dirt County
Road.  My car bounces along the rough road after I turned off the paved,
road onto the gravel road, leading to my house, I looking in my rearview
mirror to see the billows of dust rising behind my car.  I couldn't help
thinking that I had just washed the car this morning.  Hoping not to be
peppered by the gravel road when the, I drove with caution.

The land in these parts is flat.  Flat enough for me to see the house even
though I still had a little over a mile to go.  What am I going to do with
this place, rent it or put it up for sale?.  I knew I was not going to live
there.  I wouldn't make a good farmer.

Oh, I forgot to tell you, I'm bisexual.  I discovered it during my
marriage.  Needless to say, she was not too pleased to get the news. I not
sure if I was destined for this lifestyle or is it because of the
relationship I had with my parents.  People always say you remember the
first and the last time you had sex.  I remember the first.  It has been
quite a while since the last time.

My first sexual experience occurred on a hot and sultry night.  I guess I
was about 10 years old at the time.  During the hot summer months I slept
naked and covered only by a sheet.  I wasn't sure at that time, but my mom
and dad slept the same way.  The house was really big.  But when you are 10
years old everything seems big.  It was a two-story white farmhouse with
the porch wrapping around three sides.  Walking inside you find the living
room to your left.  Off the living room was the kitchen.  Directly across
from the kitchen was a bathroom which had a tub and shower.  And further on
down the hall there was a room we used as a guest room.  Across the hall
was where Sandy, my sister slept.  Sandy is one year older than I was.

After you walk up stairs you turn left all away down the hall where you
found mom and dad's bedroom.  My bedroom was in the opposite direction.
Both bedrooms were large and shared a common bathroom in between them.
That meant I had to be careful about busting my way into the room to piss.
In the center of the hallway, right in front of the steps there was a
transit set of stairs which stayed closed because of the large springs.  On
rainy days, mom would open the steps and let me play in the attic.  I
always enjoyed that.

But, let me get back to my story.  I was lying in bed late one evening,
naked as usual.  I was having a hard time falling asleep.  Daddy didn't
know I heard his footsteps when he entered my bedroom.  I kept my eyes
closed, pretending I was asleep.  I did open my eyes, a little, squinting,
to see that my dad was completely naked.  His large cock was leading the
way.  There was an ever so slight illumination coming from the door on my
side of the bathroom.  I thought my dad and my mom had a fight and he was
coming into sleep with me.  That wasn't his purpose.  Daddy was stroking
his 8 inch, circumcised cock.  At the time it seemed huge compared to my
10-year-old bald penis.

Daddy got down on his knees, next to my bed.  He knelt there for a while
just looking out me, believing I was asleep.  This was a first.  I was not
sure what was going to happen.  But I remember him gently lifting my sheet
down to my ankles, exposing my entire naked body.  The next thing sent
shockwaves through my entire body.  He reached down and took my little cock
into his hands.  He started to rub it with his thumb and forefinger.  Some
blood was leaving my upper body flowing into my little cut tool, making it
hard.  I was afraid to say or do anything.  I really loved my daddy and
believe he would never do anything to hurt me.  Holding my cock in his
right hand, he massaged my balls which were very tiny.  I will have to
admit to you what he was doing felt really good.  Moments later, he placed
his mouth over my little boy penis.  He took my balls in his mouth at the
same time.  I could feel my penis stretching to its limit with the feel of
his tongue in circling it.

My stomach began to tighten and I was beginning to feel a little dizzy.  He
turned his head and looked at me as I slowly opened my eyes, but said
nothing.  He continued sucking my boy balls and cock.I felt shivers all
over my body.  I quivered to the sensation that was going to lead me to the
lifestyle I have now.  Daddy stood up next to the bed and began stroking
his cock.  I could see some shiny liquid that he put on his penis to make
it slippery.  Before I knew it, white, milky liquid shot out from his
penis, landing on my chest and chin.  I heard him gasp as he closed his
eyes and leaned his head backwards, discharging his load.

Once again, he knelt next to me.  He took the index finger of his left hand
and moved it through the puddle that had built up in my belly button.  He
took a glob on his finger and placed his stuff on my lower lip.  I knew he
wanted me to taste it.  I opened my mouth to allowed his finger inside.  It
tasted salty as I suck from finger.

"That's it baby, take daddies juice into your mouth.  You know, this is the
same juice that your mommy and I used to make you."

"It tasted kind of salty daddy.  What is it?"

"It's called cum.  Do you like it?"

"Oh yes daddy, but I have some more?"  With that he bent down and licked
the liquid into his mouth and his lips over my mouth and opened it with his
tongue.  He let the spunk dribble into my mouth.  I began sucking it down,
sucking like I used to on a bottle.  I felt warm inside which caused me to
moan , showing my acceptance.  He took my little tongue in his mouth.  It
hurt, causing me to pull back, taking my tongue back into my mouth.

"I'm sorry daddy, it hurt a little, when you pulled on it.  Please don't be
mad at me."  He looked down at me and smiled.

"Daddies not mad baby, I guess I sucked a little too hard.  I'll try to be
more careful in the future."  In the future, I knew this was not going to
be the last time.  At least I was hoping it would not be.