Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2004 13:17:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Ask Me <whiteguy1973@yahoo.com>
Subject: Independence Lost (Incest story)

  I had always been independent.  As soon as I turned 18, I left for
college without looking back.  And, even though I could have continued to
live with my parents and commute to classes, I needed my own space.  I knew
early on that I was gay, but I also knew my family wouldn't accept this
fact.  Living on my own gave me the freedom to be myself.
  Unfortunately, as fate would have it, I temporarily lost my independence.
While driving home from my part-time job one night, I got plowed into by an
eighteen-wheeler.  Needless to say, this wasn't the "plowing" I was used
to!  The driver of the big rig had run a stop light and destroyed my car.
Or at least that's what I'm told.  I spent a week in intensive care
recovering from my injuries, so I don't remember much about that night.
  Left with a broken leg and feeling quite weak, I was forced to move back
in with my parents until I could recover.  Initially I could have cared
less where I was since I was taking lots of pain killers.  That would soon
change.  I probably could have moved back to my place except I had an
apartment on the second floor of a building with no elevators.  Since I was
unable to maneuver on stairs, my move back would have to wait until the
cast was gone.
  It wasn't living with my parents so bad since both of them were working.
I had the house all to myself most of the day.  With nothing much else to
do, I had plenty of time to masturbate.  I had always been a very horny
guy, and while the accident slowed me down initially, I was back to my
usual horny self.  Since I had the house to myself, I never bothered to
close my bedroom door as I pleasured myself.
  One day as I was masturbating like there was no tomorrow, I looked up to
see my father standing in the doorway.  My heart leapt out of my chest with
the initial embarrassment of being caught.  But the embarrassment wouldn't
last long.  You see, I had always been attracted to my father.  He and my
mother had married young and had me soon thereafter.  It was pretty cool
have a dad who was only 16 years older than me.  Now at the age of 35, my
father was still in great shape.  He worked out almost every day to
maintain he excellent physique.  His body was covered with just the right
amount of thick, dark hair.
  We had showered together until I was about 8.  Then, for some reason he
decided we needed to take separate showers.  After I hit puberty, I got
curious as to what his cock looked like.  I tried many different ways to
see him naked.  Finally it dawned on me!  Since he always took his shower
about the same time every night, I made sure I jumped in the shower just
before it was time for him to.  He would come in, undress, and step into
the shower as I dried off.
  The first time I saw his cock, my mouth watered!  It had to be at least 6
inches soft and extremely thick.  He was uncut and I could see the outline
of his cock head through his foreskin!  I could only hope to have a cock as
nice as his.  I had many fantasies about him as I masturbated while growing
up.  He had never caught me in the act while I was there until now.
  As he stood there in the doorway, I realized this could be my chance.  I
asked why he was home early, my hand never leaving my throbbing cock.  He
said he had finished up early and decided to take the afternoon off.
  "So are you just going to watch or do you want to join me?" I asked, not
believing those words were coming from my mouth.
  He face flushed as he tried to respond.  I could see his cock had become
hard through the outline in his pants.
  I wasn't going to let this chance escape.  "You might as well join me
since you've got a hard-on," I quickly added.
  Without saying anything, he walked over to my bed and sat down.  I
started stroking my cock which was leaking precum like crazy.  He just
watched for a few minutes, lightly stroking his cock through his clothes.
  "Why don't you get out of those clothes and jerk with me?" I asked.
  He stood up and shed his clothes.  His body was still as muscular as I
remembered.  My father sat back down but closer to me.  His cock was rigid,
the foreskin pull tightly behind his massive cock head.  As we silently
masturbated together, I was ecstatic.  I had a difficult time believing
this was actually happening.
  Feeling even more brave than before, I asked, "Can I stroke it for you?"
He nodded and lay back on the bed.  I gripped his cock, as electric
sensations coursed through my body.  My father's cock was at least 9 inches
long and half as thick.  He closed his eyes as I stroked him.  Precum
streamed down my hands like a fountain.  I leaned in closer, smelling his
masculine scent.  I opened my mouth and quickly took his cock in my mouth.
He sat up in protest and yelled, "What are you doing!?!?  I didn't respond
but continued to suck his hard cock, taking each inch down my throat.  It
must have felt good because he protested no more.  I felt his hand brush
against my smooth chest.  Slowly my father's hand made his way to my cock
and began stroking me.
  The feeling of my father's hand stroking my cock was indescribable!
Within moments, thick strands of my hot cum shot out.  At that same
instant, I felt my father's cock explode.  He screamed out in absolute
pleasure.  I greedily swallowed every drop.
  As we lay there on the bed for a moment, not a word was said between the
two of us.  My father got up and slipped his boxers on.  As he gathered up
the rest of his clothes, he turned to speak.  I stopped him before he could
say anything.
  "That was awesome Dad.  Do you think it'd be okay if I moved back
permanently?"  A big smile came to his face as he finally spoke.
  "I think that would be great son," he replied.  "I'll have to make sure I
finish up early at the office more often."
  As my father left the room, I lay there naked thinking my loss of
independence wasn't such a bad thing after all.