Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2012 21:18:37 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: Daddy and the Late Show

Thank you for your continued support. This is a tale of father/son
incest. If this is not of interest please find another story. Though my own
incest experiences were not traumatic sexuality between adult and child is
not advocated. Fantasy is legal, the rest is not. I love to hear from my
readers but due to the overwhelming response emails with photos get
priority.

I can be reached at:
Calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
My name is Rob.


Daddy and the Late Show


We loved the old Hammer horror films. Whenever there was one on tv daddy
and I would make a bowl of popcorn and head downstairs into the playroom to
watch them. I would have my bottle of pop and daddy a few bottles of beer
in an ice bucket beside the couch. With mom asleep upstairs in bed it was a
great time for me and daddy to just sit around, munch on popcorn and get
wrapped up in the technicolor fantasies of Dracula, Frankenstein and the
mummy.

    We were doing just that one night. As Dracula was turned to dust by
Dr. Van Helsing I turned to look at daddy sitting on the couch to exchange
a glance of excited glee but it was not to be. Dracula was being blown away
by a convenient breeze as daddy softly snored on. His handsome head was at
a relaxed angle on the back of the couch, his body slumped in a sitting
posture.

    I smiled. Guess the beer and the hour and the long work day were too
much for him. Oh, well. The credits rolled as I gathered up the discarded
bottles and pieces of missed popcorn. Everything put away upstairs I went
down and turned off the television. Pulling the pillows that I had rested
my elbows on in front of the set I turned on my knees to toss them on the
couch.

    And I stopped.

    Froze.

    Daddy sat back on the couch snoring softly. But his spread legs
revealed something I had never suspected. Daddy was nude under his
bathrobe. His splayed legs revealed his relaxed hairy sex. The cock was
thick, the knob resting on the couch. His hairy soft bag lay
behind. Hairy. There was so much hair!  Hair above his prick, around his
prick, and cushioning his prick. I had no idea men could ever be that
hairy.

    I stared. My heart pounded. The shaft, while very relaxed, was so
thick. Fat, even. Mine certainly was no where near that size. Not even
close. And forget about the hair. I didn't have a strand.

    The pillows slipped from my hands. The pounding was in my ears now. My
eyes were transfixed. A handsome man with a magnificent prick. The air
suddenly seemed harder to breathe.

    I watched his face closely as I crept closer. No. The eyelids didn't
move. The snoring was steady. Definitely asleep. A short crawl and I was
able to bend my head and stare into the wonderful masculine crotch.

    My mind raced. Could I move the robe on his lap?  Would he wake up? Did
I dare?

    A quick gulp. My hands tentatively tool the edges of the flaps and
slowly, oh so ever slowly, lifted them as my arms spread them away from
him.

    As I let the edges fall his crotch was revealed by the light. The hairs
black and course, the flesh of his penis velvety and darker than the rest
of his body, the knob pink, shiney, silky-looking. Lazily it rested on the
couch, the head tilted sideways. So relaxed. So beautiful. My daddy.

    I took a deep breath. I know it was reckless. Stupid, really. But I had
to know. Had to know if it felt as soft as it looked. My fingers hovered in
the air above his crotch then delicately touched down. Eyes danced between
his crotch and his face, studying his eyes for any betrayal of
wakefulness. There was none.

    My fingers touched the coarse crotch hair marvelling at its straight
roots and curly ends. Feeling the luxury of his manly forest. So dense and
thick. Strong. A force. A declaration of male.

    The pads of my fingers alit on the velvet flesh surprised by its
heat. Slowly. Lightly. The fingertips skied down the fat slope landing at
the rim of the knob. Then slid over the fat ridge as they felt the richness
of silky flesh.

    So beautiful.

    My heart threatened to rip from my chest. More. I had to know more.

    My fingers settled at the middle of his shaft. Squeezed slightly. Took
grip. The lifted. There was real weight here. But my fingers threatened to
drop so my fist made more sense. I gripped the fat soft
meat. Warm. Velvety. Strong. Heft.

    I stared as the knob wobbled from side to side. Even the slight pucker
of the piss slit was pink. Almost pretty.

    My eyes searched daddys face. No. Definitely still sleeping. Looking
back at the knob I challenged myself. Did I dare?

    Leaning forward I allowed the tip of my tongue to kiss daddies piss
slit.

    Then pulled back. Looked at his face. Then looked down in fascination
as the meat became set, firmed up, fattened, elongated, filled my fist then
forced my grip to expand. Daddy had a hard-on.

    I stared.

    The underside of the shaft bloated like a whale in my hand. The pink
head darkened as the vee of the knob revealed itself proudly. My grip
squeezed to feel the warm strength of daddies cock. Then relax slightly to
see it defiantly keeps its shape.

    So big and strong. Fat. Muscular in its strength and pride. More. I had
to know more.

    My tongue flicked at the vee. Feathered. Light. Back and forth. My hand
pulled the shaft lower. Mouth opened. Nearer. Closing. Knob in my
mouth. Tongue pressed against the tip.

    The world ceased to move.

    For a moment.

    A second.

    A fraction of time.

    My heart pounding and daddies even snoring.

    Then my tongue slid about the piss slit. My mouth pressed lips to knob
slowly opening allowing the cock invasion. Closing my lips at the base of
the cockhead. Mouth closing in. Cheeks nestling the plum. Slowly flicking
the pisser with my tongue. My mouth filling with saliva. And I started to
suck. Gently. Enjoying the texture of man meat in my mouth. Real man. My
daddies cock.

    I did not move my head. Only the muscles of my warm wet mouth. Sucking
slowly, reverently. The cock was fat and firm. As I sucked that wonderful
knob my eyes were transfixed to the thick dark wirey bush. The hairs curled
at their tips. Thick. Luxurious. My fingers dared. They plowed through the
forest. The texture soft, full; a forest of daddy hair - a forest to play
in.

    Daddy sighed.

    I looked up as his head rolled to one side. And his eyes. I
stared. Daring them to open. To bear witness to his progeny pleasuring the
staff of his life. But they remained closed.

    And suddenly anothert sigh.

    Without warning the cum began to flow. Thick. Hot. Copious amounts of
daddy. My tongue was scooped allowing the cum to flow easily to the back of
my throat and down my gullet. My handsome daddies
river. Flowing. Spurting. Swallowing.

    My fingers slid from his bush to his bag giving a smooth run over the
weighty balls. Wirey hairs here, too. Full balls. Maybe less full now. But
hefty and solid.

   Holding his relaxing prick I licked the piss slit before gently dropping
the cock.

    I pulled his robe over covering my snack. I tidies up the room before I
stood at last in front of daddy. Patting his hand he was slowly roused from
his sleep. We walked from the play room turning off lights as we went.

    Upstairs on the second floor we parted as he walked to the double doors
of the master bedrrom as I went towards my room. Then I paused and looked
back. Daddy was at his closed doors looking at me. For a moment neither
moved. Then I walked up to him.

    "Night, daddy", I whispered heavily and kissed him on the lips.

    As I walked back to my door I could feel him watching. As I entered my
room I wondered what he thought when I whispered my good night. When I
exhaled heavily. What did he think when he smelled his cum on his sons
breath.