Date: Tue, 20 Sep 2005 14:09:27 +0100 (BST)
From: Peter Wilson <henleypark70@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Visiting Mum 2

I looked up from a heavy sleep and realized that I was on the back seat of
the Jaguar, covered with the travel rug that we had always left in our
cars. There was a light fog outside and as I sat up I realized that my dear
father was asleep on the driver's seat, his head slumped against the
central pillar.

The car didn't feel as cold as I thought it should, because it certainly
was reasonably chilly out.

My cock was stiff and I desperately needed to piss, so I carefully opened
the door and slid out, then realizing that I must have taken my shoes off
when I went to sleep on the back seat. I gathered my shoes and put them on
as my father stirred.

He looked at his watch and then turned to me.

"Well I was so tired I just had to stop. Hope you didn't get cold in the
back Adam."

I looked at my father and noted that he was as immaculately dressed as when
we had left London, his hair still parted and neat. He opened his door and
stepped out in his socked feet and proceeded to draw down his zipper and
hauling out his big cock started to piss a thick stream of steam making
piss. I could just see his cock head and I realized that he had pulled his
foreskin back.

My cock was so stiff, I undid the buttons on my school pants and turned
away to the rear of the car to try and piss. I think my father must have
seen that I was pissing very much in an upward arch, but he made no
comment.

When I had finished I realized we were in a lay-bye just off the main road
and as my father then pointed out, we were less than 20 miles from my
aunt's village.

Instinctively I walked around the front of the Jaguar. The new spare tyre
that the two men had fitted for us the night before wasn't on the car. It
still had on the older original front tyre. I then opened the boot and
there was the new spare wheel, still totally unused in its compartment.

My mind raced and I thought `shit', I must have dreamed about all the sex
that happened last night. I was perplexed to say the least.

Yes, I must have curled up on the back seat and dreamt all about being
fucked by the man and watching my father being fucked by the 21 year old
boy and his 15 year old big cocked brother. I had to admit that I certainly
enjoyed the dream, and my cock was still solidly erect.

We drove off into the light mist and soon we were stopping in front of my
dead aunt's lovely typical English cottage. My mother raced out to hug and
kiss us both.

We all had a nice day together finalizing arrangements for my aunt's
funeral which was to be the next day, Sunday just following morning
service.

The vicar had suggested this as several of the older village parishioners
had requested it as it meant they didn't have to make two journeys to the
church.

That night cuddled up in a small bed at my aunts, I couldn't stop thinking
about my dream the night before. My cock was stiff and I felt my shit hole
and soon I had two fingers massaging the inner part of the tube. It felt so
good too.

Then I noticed a china piece on the bedside table. It looked just like an
uncut cock and about 8 inches long and the same thickness as a reasonable
cock.

I opened the small draw in the table and there was a small jar of Vaseline
so I smeared some on the china `cock' and some on my hole. The feelings I
had experienced the night before returned and soon the `cock' was pushing
in and out of my shit hole. My body felt terrific and then I rubbed my free
hand over my cock and the remaining Vaseline made my cock feel extra tingly
and soon I was jumping on the bed and two small shots of clear cum spurted
from my rock hard 4 inches of cock.

I fell asleep immediately.

The next morning I woke and realized very quickly that I was in a not so
good situation, being naked with a grease and shit covered china `cock'
lying on the bed and the smell of cum in the air.

A handy towel soon had everything cleaned up, but it was covered in grease
and cum so I stuffed it under the old mattress. I dressed and went down to
the warmth of the kitchen, where my parents were all ready for church, a
light breakfast awaiting me.

As we drove home later that day I watched out for the washed away road and
the deviation signs but there was nothing to indicate any such
situation. My father never mentioned the deviation or anything else. I just
felt that I had had the most wonderful sex dream, but I was curious to see
my father's cock, and compare it with what I had seen on the Friday night.

No such chance all through the week. Each night I jerked my cock and I soon
found a small bottle of olive oil that assisted in making my cock feel very
good when I jerked it. I also found some old toweling rags in the laundry
and these I stuffed under my mattress to use in cleaning up the oil and
cum. I searched the house for anything that could be a substitute cock but
found nothing.

On the Wednesday evening when I arrived from school I was greeted by our
next door neighbour, who informed me that my mother had taken the train to
my aunt's house as she had to look after her affairs and there were many
things to be sorted out. My father had been telephoned so knew all about
it. We had an early supper and then I decided to go to bed. However, I
asked my father if I could sleep with him. This seemed to surprise him, but
he finally agreed so I raced to my bedroom and changed into my sleep smock,
which was like a big girls' dress. My father also slept in one of these, it
was a tradition I think in our family.

As soon as he jumped into bed with me I cuddled up to him and he accepted
that and then kissed me on the cheek. My cock was rigid, and then I felt
his cock touch me. I felt that it was rigid too.

I had a lovely dream that night. I sensed that my father had sucked my cock
and then I had just had time to open my lips onto his huge cock head as it
started to pump out globs of thick cloudy man cum.

Dad was up before I woke and dressed for work in the city. I hurried into
my school clothes and we were both soon out of the house.

That night I slept with my father again, and again I had a repeat of the
previous nights dream, with my small 4 inch cock being sucked and then my
mouth being filled with the cum from my father's big cock.

Father was late coming from work on the Friday evening so it was almost
seven o'clock before we started the Jaguar and headed up the A1.

I was a little tired and I started to doze off until dad muttered something
and I sensed the car steer off the main road onto a lane. It looked
strangely familiar. After a few miles a second deviation took as off to the
left, and then the car started to cough, finally ceasing to run and
stopped. It appeared to me to be the same spot where we had had the
puncture a week previously.

Dad opened the bonnet but as I had said he knew sweet FA about cars. Then
down the road came a Landrover, and a man about my father's age stepped out
with a younger handsome looking boy about 21.

They soon had the car running. The coil lead had pulled out, whatever that
was.

The conversation was almost a complete repeat of last week, with us being
told to go ahead and they would direct up to their farm and a telephone, so
my father could inform my mother that we would be late.

Something now pricked my 13 year old brain. My aunt didn't have a
telephone!

My father went inside and this nice looking well spoken boy, James came
over to the Jaguar and offered to show me the farm animals, as I waited for
my father to return.

Again there was the huge cocked braying stallion and the whimpering mare
and soon the stallion's massive cock was ramming rapidly into the mare's
dripping sloppy moist and noisy cunt.

James grabbed my erect cock and soon had my fly buttons opened and was
sucking me to a rapid climax. Then I was sucking his massive cock,
receiving an enjoyable mouth full of boy cum.

Again his father appeared as I was fucking him as he lay naked on the
straw. Now this time it was slightly different as James was now totally
naked, and whilst my cock kept on slipping out of his lubed up hole, his
cock was extremely hard as I wrapped my fingers around it.

Now James marched off to the house totally naked, his clothes gathered up
by his father. I picked up my school grey trousers and carried them with me
to the warm house.

Again we climbed the narrow stair case, and down the hall to the bedroom
with the moaning. This time I realized there was a smell of sex. There was
my father, laying on his back, and there was the older boy Rupert, ramming
his long thick cock hard into my head shaking, naked father. His cock was
huge and dribbling a steady stream of clear liquid.

Rupert rammed hard and then a repeat of the previous week, arched his back,
pulsed and dimpled his rounded arse cheeks as he fired his 20 year old cum
into my dad.

James was waiting to fuck my father as his father, removed my school shirt
and started to rub my hole with lubricant.

I knew this wasn't a dream. This was reality.

My father was oblivious to me being there as James slammed his cock into my
fathers hairless hole. I also realized that my father had no hairs under
his arms, something that I had never seen before. In fact other than an
extremely small bush of pubic hairs just atop his cock shaft his entire
body was smooth and hairless.

Soon I was on the bed beside my father as James delivered his boy cum deep
inside his bum. Now the naked boy's father lined his massive cock up and
soon he was pounding it into me. My body was on fire and I looked across to
see my father rising up on one elbow watching me being fucked.

Then his hand came over and he rubbed my slippery cock and he started to
rub his warm fingers up and down my very stiff 4 inches. He drew my
foreskin back and forth over my swollen knob and the feeling was electric.

Then the big cock inside my bum grew even bigger and I could feel his
bullets of cum firing into me, well up my tube.

The man slipped his still thick cock out of me and then my father rose up
from his place on the bed and with James applying a good quantity of
lubricant to my father's big cock, he placed the very big knob at my just
fucked hole.

My father's face came down to meet me and then he kissed me on my small
lips, just as I felt his cock head enter me.



Should I continue with this tale?

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