Date: 13 Sep 2002 13:11:38 -0700
From: Dave <davmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Basil Brush the Puppet (Incest b/M)

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Basil Brush the Puppet
By
Dave


	I grew up in a single child family.  Also as early as I can
remember my mother was always in the hospital.  It seemed like
as soon as she would get home, and she had to go back into the
hospital.  At the time I was too young to grasp what was wrong
with her.  That meant that Dad and I had to take care of
ourselves most of the time.

	Dad was six-foot tall and stout factory worker in southern
England.  He provided a comfortable living for us.  I loved the
smell of his body when he came home from work.  I loved to sit
on his lap and smell his body while feeling the hair on his chest
against my cheek.  Of course when mother was home she
complained that he stunk, and urged that he bath.

	I was a painfully skinny kid.  I was born with platinum
blonde hair.  It did change to a dark color by the time I was an
adult.  I did play with the local kids and schoolmates.  I kept to
myself because I was shy.  When mum was in hospital I would
come home and watch TV.  The Beatles were the big rage world
wide then.  I had two TV shows I watched every day.  The first
was Dr. Who.  When the Daleks would threaten the Time Lord
Dr. Who I would hide behind the couch.  The second show was
Basil Brush.  That was a glove puppet that I felt was a real living
creature.

	We lived in a small terraced home, in the south of
England.  An indoor bathroom was added shortly after I was
born in 1961.  As a child I thought the house was huge, but I
drove past it recently and was taken by how small the house is.

	As soon a mother would go back into the hospital I would
not be able to go to sleep again.  I would tiptoe into Dad's
bedroom in the dark.  Dad would always hear me and ask, "Are
you having nightmares again?"

	After admitting that I was, Dad would lift the covers.  He
would tell me to take my pajamas off, because they made the
bed too `warm.

	Dad always slept nude.  So I would take my pajamas off
and get in bed with him.  Dad seemed like a giant to me at that
age.  He was not shy about walking around the house naked
either.  So I saw his cock many times.  I was attracted to it for
several reasons.  The first thing I noticed and asked about was
why our pee-pee's were not alike.  His cock had a big purple
head on it.  The skin was loose on the shaft and it had a pink
strip just behind the head.  My cock was uncircumcised and the
skin hung down past the head of my pee-pee.  Dad told me that
his parent's had the foreskin cut off at birth for hygiene reasons.
He told me that he didn't want mine cut.  He told me that he
would teach me how to keep it clean.

	The other thing was I though it was a monster.  I know
now that it was just over six inches long.  The other thing was,
anyway you look at it, and his cock was large in diameter.  It
was as wide as a cordless telephone or as big around as a
doorknob.

	I would get in bed after I would take my pajamas off.
Dad would cover us with the blankets, then gather me into his
arms.  I loved the security of his warmth and smell.  I would
wake up when I didn't feel his heat and smell.  I would watch
until I would see the bathroom light go out and the door close.
When he would get back in bed I cuddle up next to him and go
back to sleep.  Sometime I would wake up and fell his massive
cock pressed against my little pee-pee.

	A few times I would wake up and find a slippery
substance that would get sticky after awhile all over my belly
and private area.  Dad would tell me not to worry about it and
wipe the mess up with the sheet.

	When Dad would wash me in the tub it was always fun.  I
loved Dad using his soapy hands to wash my body.  It tickled so
much that I would see my pee-pee get hard and stand straight
out on front of my body.  I could not help dancing around in the
tub.  One time I could not help peeing.  The yellow stream
would arch out and splashed into the soapy water in front of me.

	When Dad would hoist me out of the tub to dry me off, he
would wrap me in a lager terrycloth bath towel.  He would dry
me very skillfully.  I really enjoyed it when he dried my pee-pee
and balls.  It felt nice when he would wipe the crack of my butt
with the towel.

	I had a yellow rubber duck that I played with in the tub all
the time.  It had a noisemaker in the bottom, but it eventually the
noisemaker got lost.  One night while dad was washing me he
put the ducky over my pee-pee and squeezed it.  That created a
suction that held the duck to my body and caused my little dick
to get hard.  We played that game a lot of times.  There came a
time when Dad got my dick hard and then she skinned back my
foreskin, and used his soapy hand to show me how to wash the
head and under the foreskin.  As Dad was cleaning me I had a
dry climax that left me week and shaking.  I almost passed out.

	That night in bed I asked Dad if hid pee-pee felt as good
as mine did, if he rubbed it.  Dad said it would if I helped him do
it.  I was all too happy to get between his legs after he pulled the
covers down.  When I moved close enough to smell the soap on
his body, I wrapped my hand around the shaft of his cock.  It
was so large my finger could not touch my thumb.  His scrotum
was so long that his left testicle touched the sheet.  The right
testicle was a little shorter.  He told me to move the skin up and
down.  I watched the skin roll up and over the purple head of his
cock.  I used my other hand to feel the sack that held his nuts.
They felt like little soft footballs.  Dad told me, "Be careful they
are very tender.  It took awhile that before he climaxed.  The
first squirt shot up and splattered all over my face.  The second
squirt went up in the air and fell back onto his lower belly.  Then
there was a flow of the stuff that came out of the hole in the head
and ran down over my hand.  It was slippery and matted down
the hair around the base of the shaft.  I figured out that the stuff I
had found on my body some mornings was the same stuff.  I put
my hand under my noise and smelled it.  It was the same smell.

	Dad wiped it up with the sheet again.  Then he pulled me
up on top of his belly and kissed me on the mouth.  He kissed in
a way that he had never done before.  He put his tongue into my
mouth and reached between my legs and took hold of my dick
with his fingertips and thumb.  I actually had another climax as
he masturbated me and kissed me.

	We started doing that every night.  Dad asked me to put
his cock in my mouth, after she showed me how to do it.  At that
time I would not get my mouth completely over Dad's cock.  I
could not even get my mouth over the knob of his cock.  I was
reduced to licking the shaft.  When he would cum I eventually
would put my mouth over the top of the head and take it into my
mouth.  I began to enjoy the taste of his cum.

	He wanted to put his cock into my asshole.  But it would
not fit.  What he did was put me on my side and put his cock
between my legs.  When her started rocking back and forth, pre-
cum would drip out and the inside of my thighs would get
slippery until he would cum and it would shoot out from
between my legs and onto the bed.  I seemed like we were
having to change the bedding every morning.

	The day came when I could get his cock into my mouth.  I
was so proud of myself when he was able to shoot his first load
of cum right down my throat.  Then Dad started working on my
little asshole.  He would grease up his fingers and stuff them into
my butt.  I would get a hard-on every time he would finger fuck
my asshole.  Sometimes I would even have a dry climax.

	My body was still devoid of ant hair the first time he was
able to get his cock into my asshole. I felt like I was going to be
split in half for a while.  When he started fucking me, my little
pecker got a huge bonier.  Before Dad came in my ass, I
produced a couple of drops when I climaxed.

	It was not long before Dad was able to milk me with his
mouth.  I was so proud of myself that I was able to feed daddy.
I also was being fucked every night.  I used a mirror to look at
my asshole after Dad finished fucking me.  I could not believe
how big the hole was fore awhile.  It was so much fun to lay in
his arms afterwards and kiss him while we slowly stroked each
other's cocks.

	As I grew up we stretched my foreskin so much that Dad
could put the head of his cock against the head of my dick and
push my cock back into my body and cover most of his cock
with my foreskin and jack himself off with my foreskin.  He
called it Docking.  It was thrilling when we would cum and it
would get so slippery and messy.


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