Date: Sat, 28 Jun 2008 10:55:30 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Daddy's Other Woman

			    DADDY'S OTHER WOMAN
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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When I walked in the door, Mom was on the phone. "He's got someone, I know
he has." she was wailing. "I can tell, a woman can always tell." She saw me
and turned instantly from wailing woman to serene mother and homemaker. Mom
could always turn it on and off, it amazed me, she seemed to
compartmentalize her life. I was her son, I was not to be confided in when
she had problems. Love, affection, happy talk, all of that she would give
me, and a fount of wise words she had garnered from magazines and a
lifetime of reading "Dear Abby" every morning.

So why was it I always felt I was looking at a television program when I
was looking at her? Even now that I had graduated from high school and was
college-bound this autumn, she still would walk on coals in order to
protect me.

"Good afternoon, darling." she said to me. "Dinner won't be for about three
more hours, do you need a snack before then?"

"Nah, Mom, I'm cool." I said.

She looked at me and started to speak, changed her mind. "Well, the reason
is I have to go out for a while. If you do get hungry, there's sandwich
fixings in the refrigerator, but don't eat too much, I've got a roast in
the oven. You know how you love it."

"Sure, Mom." I agreed. "Have a good time."

"It's just an appointment." Mom said. "But I'll be back in time to take out
the roast. We'll have a nice dinner, just the three of us...assuming your
father shows up."

"He always does." I pointed out.

"Yes, but.... You be a good boy, dear." Mom said. She put her hand to my
cheek in lieu of a kiss (she'd put on lipstick and such, which didn't make
sense for a doctor's visit) and left.

Dad got home about a half hour later. By then, I'd broken down and got into
some leftover fried chicken in the fridge. I wasn't hungry...but I'd gone
to the fridge for a glass of ice water and when I saw it, it called my
name! Don't tell me you haven't had that happen to you, too!

"Hey, Grant, what's happening?" Dad asked me.

"Dad!" I jumped up and grabbed him, held him tight.

"Whoa, whoa, what's all this?" Dad asked me.

"Don't worry, Dad." I said. "Mom's gone until nearly seven o'clock."

"Oh." Dad said and his rough, construction worker face turned into a
grin. "Lucky us, then."

"Yeah." I agreed and I reached for his lips. God, they tasted good! I loved
the way Dad smelled after a day at work, all musky-sweaty-ripe and so rich,
but it was clean sweat, all of it.

The feeling seemed to be mutual. "You've been working up a sweat, haven't
you?" Dad asked me huskily when he turned me loose.

"Shot some hoops this afternoon." I agreed. "Can't look for a summer job
all day long."

"You didn't shower." Dad taunted me.

"Yeah." I said. "I figured you might want to lick it off." And I raised one
of my arms up high, my tanktop exposed my armpit all the way down to
mid-ribcage.

Dad leaned his head over. The beard on his chin tickled my ribs as his
tongue dove into my armpit hairs, he wasn't licking me, he was tasting me,
running his taste-buds up and down and around my armpit. Everywhere it
went, it felt so warm, so sweet, so right!

I made soft contented sounds as he licked my armpit, almost the purr of a
kitten, no a full-grown cat with a serious ability to purr! "Mmmm, uhhhhh,
uhhhh, uhh-uhhhhhh!" I crooned. "God, Dad, you do that so nice!"

"I worked up a sweat for you, too, baby." Daddy said, as he pulled off his
shirt. He'd already unbuttoned it, that left him with a white t-shirt. He
peeled it over his head slowly, showing me that body I loved so well, the
thick patch of fur on his belly, that only grew heavier as he raised the
tee, his plump nipples popped out from under the sticky tee-shirt and
bounced up and down, and then only his head was trapped. The torso drawing
that so many artists tried to capture...and which given they were working
in a still-life medium and this one was moving, always failed to express
entirely. This was no sterile form frozen in time...this was the sleek,
lithe movements of a magnificent beast.

Dad got the tee-shirt over his head and said, "Now, if you want some of
this slop dripping off my glands, you'd better dive in before it splats on
the floor."

I grinned and plunged in. Dad's armpit hair was a lot thicker than mine, a
lot thicker. I hoped I got as hairy as he was when I got older. But that
was a pipe dream, Mom's brothers were practically hairless, I was
foredoomed to have only a smattering of hair, no doubt, little more than I
did now. But I had Dad's forest of growth to play in, and I licked and
sucked that nectar that dripped from every pore on his body. I'm such a
fucking sweat-pig, really, I know, but it's the best part of being human,
all that male essence pouring out to be lapped up and savored, pure,
unadulterated maleness. So many woman go "Ewww!" when a man is sweaty and
force him into the shower, there to wash it down the drain. And I wouldn't
have liked it if Dad went without bathing for days at a time. But now, the
end of a work day, the still-clean body washed by his own oils, that was
what I loved and lavished my tongue upon.

Dad's hands went down and cupped my buttocks, taut against the sweatshorts
I was wearing, plastered to them by my own basketball exertions, those
hairy paws grabbed me and I was thrust up against his erection, still
trapped in his jeans but damned hard, damned hard!

I lifted my head up and Dad gave me an open-mouthed kiss, his tongue was
athletic and long, he could make it do anything he wanted, and so he tasted
every part of my mouth. "Cold fried chicken, eh?" he said when he let go.

"Just munching on it while waiting for a late dinner." I said.

"I got something you can munch on."

"That's the late dinner I was waiting on." I smirked and I slid down his
body, my hands holding onto his chest skin by the palms to guide me over
the muscles and down, down. With my face in his crotch, I unbuckled his
pants and undid the buttons with practiced ease. Dad squirmed as I pulled
them down off his body, not to fight me, but to help me get them off. Pants
and briefs went down together, and there it was, that fat sausage I loved
to feast on. Every chance I got, love that man-meat, love it all, love it
hard, love it hot, love it spurting that sweet-salty juice it sprays!

"Oh, God, Son!" Dad moaned as I caught his cock in my mouth and lifted it
up so I could slide it down! "You do that so damned much better than your
mother! So damned much better! Ah, ah, shit!"

I could get the entire length of it, all the fat eight inches of hot,
dark-skinned dong, into my mouth and throat now. It fit me so well. Like we
were made for each other. Like I was made for him.

Dad's hands cupped my head, not aggressively, but to guide and steady me as
I nursed on his prick. Up and down the vein-striped shaft my lips played,
the smaller glans at the tip I played my tongue over as I reached the top
and then my tongue slapped against the side of his shaft and I plunged down
again. At the furthest depth, I worked my tongue back and forth, back and
forth, making his skin dance over that fat man-banana, making it wobble,
making it please my man, my father, my lover, my life!

His hands were slicked by my hair sweat as he wove his fingers into my
head-hair, and rested his fingertips on my scalp. Dad was getting all
worked up now and I knew that if I kept working him, he'd blow those chunks
right down my throat.

So I let go and stood back up again, up to his smiling, panting,
pleasure-wrenched face, and he chuckled a few soft sighing sounds. "You
ready to ride your Daddy now, Baby?" he asked me.

"You bet, Dad." I agreed.

Dad smiled and that smile told me what was coming. Dad wanted it rough and
ready this time.

And he grabbed me and turned me around and forced me onto my knees and my
head down onto the seat of the couch. He ground my face into the cushions
with one hand while the other one stripped my shorts off my body. I only
had a jock on underneath that, and Daddy didn't bother taking that off,
just pulling a couple of the straps down and then his cock began to burrow
aggressively into my buttocks. It found the entrance and Dad shoved it in
hard!

And when Dad shoved, his hand on my head grabbed my hair and pulled my head
up until it was bent back far as it would go. And Dad shoved again and I
gasped out, "Aaahh!"

That was what he wanted to hear. He shoved it in again, harder. "Ahhh!"

And again, and again and again, faster! "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh!"

"Yeah, take it, Son, take all your Daddy's hard dick, God, your sweet young
body was just made for me to fuck it. Only reason I knocked your mother up
was to get at you, boy, now take it, baby, take it all, uhhh, uhhh, uhhh,
uhhh!"

"Ahh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh!" I groaned as I was rocked back and forth by his
thrusts.

Both Daddy's hands caught my waist and his cock turned into a jackhammer
now. He was ramming that hard dong into me, pounding me. "Ahh, ahh, God,
yeah, Dad, fuck me, fuck me hard, guhh, uhh, uhhh, uhh!" I moaned.

Dad's thighs slapped my buttocks, a loud, moist, sweaty
sound. Thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap! "Ah, shit, Son, that hot butt of
yours, got to cream it, got to fucking fill you full of my man-cream,
agghh, aggah, gahhh!"

"Yeah, Dad, fuck me, oh, God, Dad, fuck me, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah!" My climax
was rising, I end up bruised when Daddy gets rough, but it's only bruises,
no more, and God, the feeling of this hard, hot man ram-rodding me is worth
it! "Oh, God, oh, Dad, I'm coming, ah, ah, ah!"

"Yeah, Baby, spurt your jock full for your Daddy, spurt it full!" Daddy
panted. "Ah, ah, shit, YEAH, AHH, SHIT, AHHHH-AHH-GHAH-GAHHHHHHH!"

And Dad's hot wads slammed into me, I could feel the thick wads deep in my
bowels and I keened a lout roar and I did, I shot my own load right along
with Daddy, my jock was still over my cock and I sprayed like that, my
balls got soaked with my jizz, my jock oozed come through its fabric, a
heavy teenaged load of spunk, all for my Daddy!

"AH-GAH, AH-GAH, AH-GAH!" Daddy moaned and he slumped over me and his
heavy, muscled chest pressed on me as he panted, his breaths hot on my neck
as I sobbed my own exhaustion into the couch cushions.

"Ah, oh, Dad!" I sighed when my lungs could support speech again. "That was
so fucking hot!"

"Just wish your mother was gone more so we could do this more often." Dad
said as he got up, and let me get back up. I skinned out of those
spunk-stained jocks and my shorts.

"I'll get an apartment when I go to college and have my college money." I
promised. "You can just come by after work."

"Your Mom's not going to like you living away from home, going to the local
college, you know." Dad warned. He took my jock from my hands and he
slurped on the jock fabric, sucking out my jism and I felt like creaming
all over again, watching this big man suck out my squibs like that.

"I know." I said. "But a man should be out on his own, don't you think?"

"This is always your home, you know that."

"I know." I said. "I just wish I had more say in what I did in it, that's
all."

"Come on, Son." Dad said. "It's six-fifteen. Let's go take a shower
together so we can be clean by the time your mother gets home."

"Yeah." I said. I loved lathering up Dad's body, especially after a hot sex
scene like we had.

That night after dinner, Mom said, "I think you both deserve to know
something."

"What?" I asked. Dad was silent.

"I started seeing a therapist this afternoon."

"Is that where you went?" Dad asked before I could.

Mom nodded. "I have to deal with my feelings of jealousy. I...I had you
followed by a private investigator the last few weeks, Charles." She told
my dad.

Dad looked upset and she hastily added. "He didn't find a thing to tell
me." Mom went on. "From the time you leave this house until you come home
at night, you are as faithful to me as any woman could wish. So I'm going
to see a therapist about this feeling I have that you're seeing another
woman."

Dad looked at me and I hastily put in, "That's silly, Mom. Dad doesn't have
another woman."

"I know." Mom agreed. "So three afternoons a week, I'll be coming home late
like I did tonight. You all understand, don't you?"

I looked at Dad and had to grin. "Sure, Mom." I said. "Don't worry, Dad and
I can cope without you for that long at a time."

"You do what you have to do, Sarah." Dad told Mom. "Grant and I will be
fine."

"Yeah, Mom." I said. "I won't move out this fall after all, even, so I can
be here when Dad gets home each night."

"Soon as I get over this fixation I have that there's another woman." Mom
agreed with her usual everything-is-fine voice and face. "Then we'll be
right back to normal."

"You're the only woman for me." Dad agreed and Mom beamed. So did I. Dad
didn't need another woman as long as he had me!

				  THE END
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