Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2011 19:37:25 -0800 From: Leon Hall <leon@hallmountain.com> Subject: Daddy and me a true story Capter 7 Daddy and me, A true Story Chapter 7 By: Wish Master Copyright, all rights reserved This story is intended for those who are of legal age. If the municipality you live in does not allow such stories, or, if you are offended by stories that involve sexual activity between men and boys both in and out of the family environment you should not continue to read this. I arrived home from Uncle Bill's house just in time to go with my mom school clothes shopping. I had always liked buying new clothes. This was a special occasion because for the first time I had a lot to say about what to buy. We went to Eastland shopping center. If you remember Eastland shopping center was directly across the freeway from my house. There was drainage culvert that extended the entire width of the freeway. It had just enough head room to allow us kids to bend over and walk under the freeway to the other side. In those days there was an indoor ice skating rink we used to go to. I remember a girl about my age who really knew how to skate. It looked like she was showing off in front of us. I remember that she had the rink to herself for a couple hours every day. She was also very cute. She went on to skate for the U.S. Olympic team. Her name was Peggy Fleming. Bob and I arrived at school at the same time because his mom drove us there. The Saturday before the first day was orientation for new freshmen. It was the day when we were walked around the campus and given our locker assignment. I was thankful they did not give me a locker in a different time zone. I was lucky enough to get a locker just outside the sport's locker room. I had English, math, sociology, History, and PE in that order. I wanted to get PE for my last class of the day. It allowed the option of taking a shower after class or waiting until I got home to clean up. Bob, my friend, you remember Bob, don't you? Anyway, Bob was wearing his typical button down short sleeve shirt, loose Bermuda shorts and white tennis shoes. I had on what I called the `uniform of the day'; black leather shoes, white sox, blue jeans, a white undershirt and corduroy jacket. Let's face it. When you come to school on the first day you are either pray or hunter. The last fight I was in was at Junior High. It took place the second week of my 7th grade. It involved me and a guy by the name of David Goldstein. David Goldstein, what a piece of work. Some of the bullies pushed him to start a fight with me. It wasn't because of a lot of fighting experience that allowed me to blocked his first swing and smashed him in the left eye. He went down for the count. He developed a red bruise that started on the outside corner and went half way around pupil. Mr. Catalono explained how close I came to making him blind in that eye. David was not that bad of a kid. He just didn't know how to get out of fighting me. As a result, there were no further attempts to fight me while I was in that school. PE consisted of only doing some exercise and taking a couple laps around the track. Then we were introduced to the gym. It was great. There was tons of equipment to use. I started out by sitting on one of the pieces and pushing out with my legs to lift the weight. To me that was too much work. I stood next to the wall and took hold of the handles attached to the wall. I would lift the weights by stretching my arms out in front of me. Believe me when I tell you I was sure not to put a lot of weight on. Any way you look at it there was not a lot of work on my part. While I was standing there I couldn't help but notice a hunk working with the free weights. He looked like he was less than six feet tall. His brown hair was cut very short. He had huge muscles from the bottom of his head to the bottom of his calves. His neck was as wide as his head. His muscles rippled down his front and along his arms. His calves were built up as well as having large forearms. His shorts looked like they were painted on. The bottom of the shorts was up against his butt. He was like Popeye. I just stood there mesmerized. I just hoped no one noticed me gawking. He finished working out and headed for the locker room and shower. I followed behind far enough behind to not be noticed. The locker room had 6 rows of full length lockers separated by long benches. The locker and benches were within sight of the row of 10 shower heads. I took a seat on the same bench he was on but at the opposite end. I sat with my back toward him. That way I could turn my head to see him but quickly turn back if I drew attention. I turned my head far enough to allow me to see him with my peripheral vision. He bent over and removed his shoes. Slipping out of his work out shorts, he walked in the direction of the showers. I removed my gym shorts. I was afraid my erection would give me away. I entered the shower at the far end and positioned myself with my ass facing him. He got a couple squirts of liquid soap out the dispenser attached to the wall. He lathered his hands and starting rubbing his body. I was so stiff my cock ached. I lathered with an attempt to camouflage my erection. I glanced at him and noticed him stroking his cock. I am sure he would say he was washing it. All I knew was that he was stroking with his head tilted back and his eyes closed. I remember thinking his cock had to be at least 8 inches and thick. It was beautifully circumcised. Because his eyes were closed I had the chance to stare. I couldn't stand it. I closed my eyes and started stroking my cock with my right hand. I didn't care at that point weather or not I got caught doing my business. My heart was beating and my knees were becoming weak. I fantasized having that beautiful cock deep in my throat. I wanted to smell the musty odor of his pubic hair. I visualized feeling his cock stretching out my ass hole. I could feel the warm gushing of his boy juice filling my ass cavity. My cock erupted and sprayed on the wall and floor. It was a wonderful dream. "Hey, are you going to be there all night?" The voice came from someplace within the locker room. It was enough to snap me from my trance. My cock was going back to being limp. I rinsed off and grabbed a towel. Putting on my clothes, I walked toward the door. I heard footsteps coming up behind me. "I guess you are the Hall kid. Are you the guy with all the brothers and sisters?" It was Coach Craig. He coached the varsity football team. "Hi coach. If you're talking about my step-brothers and sisters, yes I am." He walked over and stood facing me. He was a big man. He had short gray hair and was balding. He had the typical outfit you would expect the varsity coach would wear. He had on a blue tight fitting T-shirt that had the school logo. He also had short shorts and cleated shoes. "Are you planning to go out for any sports?" He asked with an obvious drill sergeant voice. He just stood there with his legs apart and his hands on his hips. "I'm thinking about it. I'm just not sure which sport." I said that to end the conversation because I had absolutely no intention to play organized sports. I would not have enough time left to do what I wanted to do. And that was fuck. He shrugged his shoulders and turned to walk away. I escaped out the locker room door. I missed the bus so I was forced to walk home. It wasn't really that far but it was a longer walk then I wanted to take. When I got home my daddy's truck was in the driveway next to mom's Camry. I tried to make as little noise as possible going in the house. I headed straight for the stairs. I tiptoed up the stairs. I could hear my mom and dad's voices coming from their room. I crept to their door. I could see the door was not completely closed. Peeking in, I saw my mom and dad. I remember thinking "At least it was my mom and my dad." Dad was at the foot of the bed. My mom's legs were draped over his shoulders. I could tell he had his face buried deep in her pussy. "Eat that pussy. Lick it with that man tongue. You know you drive me crazy when you push your face deep in my cunt." This was great. It was better than any of the movies my dad kept hid. "You like that baby? You like it when your daddy cleans your slutty snatch? You want me to put my fingers and hand deep in your cunt?" She was bucking her hips as he dug into her pussy. I wondered how long they had been going. Both of them had sweat dripping. I unzipped my fly and unbutton my trousers. I let my pants fall to the floor. I spit on my hand and starting stroking my raging hard on. I was out of control. My knees were weak and I was breathing heavy. I could feel my load building and getting ready to shoot. My eyes were closed now. I lost my balanceand fell through the doorway and landed on the carpet. All I could think was, "Oh fuck." My dad turned and looked at me. My mom sat up and rested on her elbows. Nobody was saying a word. I decided not to be the first to talk. "How long have you been standing there? My dad asked. He was still on his knees with his body twisted so he could see me. "I'm so sorry mom and dad. I know I should have just gone to my room when I saw what you were doing. I'm sorry. I was just mesmerized. " My heart was in my throat. My mom began to speak. "So you like to watch your mommy and daddy fuck? Does it make your little cock hard? Does it make you stroke it and shoot your load?" She had an evil look on her face. My dad's scowl turned to a smile. He moved back to allow my mom's pussy to be in full view. It was wonderful. She was completely shaved with the exception of a small amount of hair just above her slit. I could see pussy juice dripping down her ass crack onto the bed. He motioned for me to come forward. "Come over here and get a good look at your mom's snatch. Look at the juice drip from her slutty box." I couldn't believe my ears. My dad wanted me to take a close look at my mom's vagina and she was not objecting. "Come on Honey, Get close to my pussy. Come close to the opening you came out of 15 years ago." I moved over to where my dad was sitting. "Get on your knees and look into my cunt. Get real close, close enough that you can smell the aroma coming from my dripping hole." "You heard your mom. Come down here next to me. Don't be afraid, it's ok. " As I stood next to him he removed my jeans, that were already falling off, and tossed them across the bed room. He put his hand on the neck of my T-shirt and pulled me down to his level. Then he pulled my shirt off and tossed it near my jeans. I was so close to her pussy I could smell the sweet odor. "Would you like to eat your mommy's pussy? Stick your face deep into her warm, juicy snatch? Would you like to do that? "Yes daddy. I want to lick my mommy's pussy. I want to taste the juice dripping on the bed." I knelt next to him and he guided my face until my lips were on her slit. It was intoxicating. My heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest. I put my hands on each side of her pussy. I moved my mouth close and put my lips on the lips of her cunt. On its own, my tongue started to dart in and out of her hole. My cock was so hard it hurt. She moaned her approval. "That's it, baby. Taste your mommy's warm juice. Slip your tongue deep inside me." She was raising her ass up and down to the rhythm I was keeping with my tongue. I turned my face from side to side soaking my face in her mommy fluid. My dad lowered his head and took my hard cock in his mouth. He started sucking and moving up and down my boy tool. All I was left with was mouth that wanted to quench the fire in my mouth with my mommy's cum. My mom began to speak. "Do you want to put your cock deep in your mommy's pussy? Do you want to fuck the hole you popped out of? I raised myself up and leaned over her crotch. I looked deep into her eyes. "I want you to do it baby. I want your boy cock deep inside me. I want you to bread me like your daddy did." She leaned forward so she could see my stiff cock. She smiled and nodded her head with approval. I put the head of my cock against the entrance of her mommy nest. I slowly pushed my shaft deep in her wet cunt. My daddy moved to join her on the bed. He straddled her head resting his cock on her lips. She opened her mouth and gulped down his cock. I watched it disappear down her throat. We were moaning and thrashing our bodies. I felt my balls being filled with my boy juice. My knees started to buckle. I began spraying my load deep into my mom's pussy. Deep in the cavity I passed through. My dad's moaning turned to a grunt. He arched forward shoving his cock as deep and he could. I could tell he was drenching my mom's throat with his seed. She just moaned and gulped as much cum down her throat as she could. I stood and draped my body over her stomach. My dad turned his body and lay next to her left side. Neither of us spoke a word. We just remained silent. I eventually stood and left the room. I didn't bother to retrieve my pants or shirt. I felt myself float to my room. I went in and closed the door. I lay on my bed facing up and drifted off to a blissful sleep.