Date: Thu, 15 Apr 2010 01:40:31 -0400 From: Corn Husker <cornhusker64@gmail.com> Subject: HUSKER INCEST STORIES 3 This work of fiction contains incest - if this subject matter is offensive to you, then please don't read it. All rights reserved by Author Chip DeWitt of Philadelphia/New Jersey. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is not intended. The story is completely fiction. Please support Nifty and keep this great site going. Feel free to give feedback. **************************************************************************** For many years it was just my dad and I that lived together and while I know he had girlfriends, they were just sex toys as far as he was concerned. He had never gotten over the divorce from my mom and always wore his wedding ring. He had cheated on her plenty of times but again, the women were just sex toys to him so I think he rationalized it somehow. Anyway, my dad was a very straight, man's man and there was no room for queers or 'sister boys' or hippies in his world. He used to work the graveyard shift at the plant and would come home about 8 am, have some coffee, a couple cigarettes, read the paper and then nap for about 3 or 4 hours until about noon. Then he was off running through the day until supper time, working on his or his friends' cars or equipment. He would eat supper about 5:30 or 6:00 pm and then watch tv and start his constant smoking and drinking his whiskey and sevens all night long until about 9:30 or 10:00 pm. By that time his head would be nodding and he would be mumbling to himself or he's be asleep sitting up on the couch. I would take his cigarette and put it in the ashtray and then shake him to get him to lay down and sleep for a couple of hours until he had to wake up at 11:30pm to get to work by 12:00 midnight. I don't remember when it started but as he got older and kept up his hectic schedule; many times he got harder to wake up at night and many times when I would shake him really hard to wake him; his eyes would be closed and he would start to have a conversation with me in some weird sleep or half-sleep state. I remember the first few times it started, I was scared; thinking he had gone out of his mind since he wouldn't wake up and he wouldn't seem to know who it was shaking him and talking to him to wake hime up. Many times, it would take a constant bout of whole body shaking for about 20 minutes to get him up enough to sit up and then it would be another struggle one he sat up to keep him from falling back asleep. Since he was the foreman, it didn't seem to matter if he got to work late; which he often did! Anyway, I never thought much of it until one summer when I was trying hard to get him up again (he had started drinking at 4:30 or so) when I looked down and saw that the zipper on his navy work pants was down and his fly was gaping open showing his slightly grease-stained tighty-white bvds through the opening. My heart was pounding in my chest and in my ears and my breathing was suddenly ragged as I had gotten so excited and I wasn't sure what had come over me! I continued to try to wake him by shaking him and calling out to him but he was still in his twilight sleep. It was such a routine when he was sleep-drunk like this that I could have written the script. He finally started to mumble but I couldn't understand him, so I said, "Dad, it is time to get up!" and I shook him hard as I could. He just mumbled and said, "...hand me the pliers..." I was frustrated and getting tired of trying to wake him but if I didn't get him up, I would get in trouble if he missed getting to work - he was unreasonable in that way. I still couldn't stop looking at his gaping fly and I saw the outline of what looked like his mushroom shaped cock head in it so I took a deep breath and then I reached out and pinched his cock head hard and then went right back to shaking him like I normally did to wake him. Nothing. He was again dead asleep! I then got a bit braver and with my hand shaking really hard, I went to shake him again with one hand on his chest and one on his crotch - right on his cock. I could feel it hot and soft under my hand as I shook him again. Still nothing. It was about 10:15 pm so I had over a good hour before he 'had' to leave for work so I quickly thought of a plan to get a look at my dad's cock. I went and got my old 2 bell on top wind-up alarm clock and set it to go off at 11:30. A lot of times if Iw as tired, I would put the alarm clock by his head on the end table and it would wake him up - and usually me as well - so that I would go check to make sure he had gotten up. He hated the alarm clock but didn't usuallu complain figuring I was too tired and sleepy to stay up to wake him when I used it. I then turned out the lights except for one lamp on the end table by the sofa he was laying on and I put a pillow down on the floor (I often fell asleep there watching tv) and a blanket and then I sat down on the floor and put my face at his cock level. My hands were shaking and I was (I felt) breathing so loud and so hard that I felt everyone could hear me but my dog was asleep nearby and so I continued on... I slowly put my finger in the opening and in thru the slightly open fly of his bvds - and touched his soft fleshy head. I froze, fearing he would wake at any minute and throw me out of the house but it didn't happen and I counted to 120 slowly but he still slept soundly. All this time my finger was lightly on his cock head and he hadn't moved or changed so I got bolder and put a second finger in and slowly, slowly pulled his cock through the open fly. He was soft and it lay about 4 inches outside of his underwear, his single eye looking at me and daring me to touch it further. I took a few deep breathes to try to calm my hammering heart and I just looked at his cock and cock head. He was cut and his head looked a lot like mine - or rather, my head looked a lot like his. Nice ridge, mushroom/helmet shaped and flaring out thicker from the head to the base from what I could tell. I then lightly stroked under his head, right under his piss slit (since that always makes me hard) and it seemed like it did it forever but it was maybe five minutes and not much happened. I thought his head swelled bigger but it must have been my imagination. I didn't care though as I was so excited to see his cock! I then licked my finger and took my wet finger tip and started to rub small circles on the underside and again it must have been about five minutes when I notice that his head did look like it was swlling this time, especially since his shaft was plumping up as well. I continued with my eyes locked on my dad's face but he was still deep asleep it seemed. Then I heard him mumble as his cock continued to slowly, slowly lengthen and I stopped - frozen in place for what seemed a long time; but was again only seconds. What would I say if he woke up? Where would I go if he kicked me out? I told myself to stop and tried with every cell of my body to get up and stop but I couldn't. I continued to swwirl the underside of his cock and it was finally hard and it was a beautiful, straight shafted cock pointing towards me, the head now shiny with my saliva... "Tami..." my dad mumbled, or it sounded like Tami; but it might have been because I had only met one of his old girlfriend/sex toys and her name was Tami... "Tami..." and then he mumbled something unintelligible. I was so excited and scared, I felt my stomach churning, I felt like I had to pee and yet I was consumed with a euphoric and hot, norny feeling that I had actually gotten my dad hard! I took a chance liced my palm good and then grasped his warm - no hot, temperature-wise - hard cock shaft and slif it lightly on the exposed part of his shat and his swelling head. "..hot...pusss..." my dad mumbled and so I continued to lightly stroke his cock and cock head, increasing pressure on his cockhead as I went; lightly twisting my hand around the head and also squeezing it lighty in my very saliva-slippery palm. I couldn't believe what I was doing and my heart was soaring and while I was still a little nervous at him waking - I thrilled in the moment. His coak was so hard and so smooth - so slippery...his head was swollen and very red-purple but he wasn't moving; just a mumble now and then I couldn't make out. Suddenly I felt his head get VERY hard and as I watched his cock oozed out a big glob of thick yellwo-white cum and then another glob and another. It didn't shoot out, but flowed more like thick creamy glue or pudding over my fingers. I was able to take my other hand and pretty much get it all in my hand, cupping it like some magic, priceless treasure. I tried to get his softening and shrinking cock back in his bvds as best as I could with one hand and then slowly, carefully zipped up his fly three quarters of the way. His zipper sounded so loud! I then got up carefully and went to my room and lay on the floor of my bedroom in the dark and took my dad's cum slickened hand and in a few strokes I was shooting my own cum in jets all over my chest and stomach. OMG - soooo hot!! I then lay there for a bit in the dark and when it got close to 11:30 I peeked through my bedroom key hole which looked right into the room with the sofa my dad was on and just watched. At 10:30 the loud clanging of the twin alarm bells went off and it rang and rang for what seemed like over a minute when suddenly my dad lurched up reaching for the clock on the table. He sat up and lit up a cigarette and sat for about 15 minutes like any other night before he got up, peed and grabbed his lunchbox that I had filled and set out for him to go to work.