Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2012 18:30:51 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: Jackin Daddy

This is a story of father/son incest. If you don't like this type of story
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My name is Rob and, though my own incest experiences were not traumatic,
this fantasy in no way endorses actual abuse. I can be reached at:

Calamity123@fido.blackberry.com


Jackin Daddy

I love summer. Not just the weather or the sun or the sheer beauty of
brightness dancing on lush foliage. But the nearness of my son. No school
to delay us. No after school sports to interfere with our moments. He was
at home. All summer long. Laying on his bed each work day at noon. Knowing
we would be alone. Knowing there would be no interruptions. Just him. Just
me. Us. Together.
    As I counted down the hours then the minutes watching the snail hands
of the clock inch towards noon. My mind would stop concentrating on
actuarial figures and overdue mortgage payments and the compound interest
of some over stocked account. I would see him in my minds eye laying on his
bed in his clean white jockeys. Legs splayed. Crotch ready. Arms open. And
that smile. Beckoning me home.
    Tick.
    Tick.
    I wanted to push time forward as the bulge threatened to expose my
hungry lust. My son. My need. And all the while knowing he was
there. Waiting.
    Waiting.
    At noon I would muster my stuffy presidential image out the door, into
my car, and drive home for the tastiest lunch possible. Inside the door was
locked and my steps would quicken with each stair until I stood outside his
door. My hand pausing on the door. Heart pounding. Body hungry. Forehead
beading. Lust.
    Knock-knock.
    The open door reveals my feast. Blonde hair, blue eyed, lithe form,
hands framing his crotch, lips smiling. I reach the end of his bed lifting
his ankles as I press his feet to my lips, kissing one then the other.
    "How is your day, dear?" He mocks the sing-song voice of his
mother. "Miss me?"
    "Oh, yeah", I say as I crawl up beside him, all the while my hand
sliding up his inner leg. Up the calf. Passed the knee. Up the thigh. Over
the pouch. And as I settle somewhat over him my fingers slide under the
waist band to cup the warm soft pliant flesh of boy cock and balls.
    Arms enfold my neck bringing our lips together in a hard hungry
kiss. Tongue welcoming tongue. The feast has begun.
    As lips part I fall onto my back pulling him beside me; one arm about
his soft shoulders, the other now resting on my vest. Even in summer the
image remains.
    "I need you, daddy. Please". There is no wining: just the need of daddy
by his son.
    My fingers took hold of the clip as I slowly lowered the fly of my suit
pants. "Here, daddys got something that'll make you feel better".
    Donny smiled as he watched his hand slide into the opening. The fingers
fumbled over my boxers until they too found the opening. Gently fingers
combed through my thick bush until they found the base of my meat. Sliding
down to about the middle he took hold as he worked his hand backwards
pulling my cock out. "Thank you, daddy", he smiled.
    I lifted his chin kissing my son lightly on the lips. "Anytime, sport".
    With expertise he squeezed my rod until it stretched up proud and
hard. Slowly he took hold of the foreskin and as he pulled down, my fat
knob was revealed. The fist felt so good as it slowly moved up then down my
engorged cock. "I love this, daddy. You're so big!"
    I sighed hugging him close as his fist worked its magic. My eyes closed
with my lips pressed against his forehead. His fist was my sleeve: fucking
my cock. Up and down. Fist squeezing. Down and up. Foreskin sucking knob
back in. Up and down. Knob popping free amid a swirl of cool air. Down and
up. Fisted by an expert. Jerked-off by my son.
    "Feel good, daddy?"
    "Oh, yeah, sport. You always know what daddy needs".
    My lips found his and we luxuriated in a deep wet kiss. Tongues
rolling, sharp snorts, lips sliding over lips. My arm held him close to me
as he masturbated my throbbing cock. He seemed to know just when to ease up
on quick motion allowing the rush that was mounting to subside. His hands
would slow to a stop as his fingers squeezed firm then lightly on my fat
heavy shaft.
    I wanted to lay like this forever. Just to lay back with my tongue in
his mouth and his fist on my rod. To enjoy the soft scent of him and the
soft roll of his cheeks, the firmness of his chin as my fat fingers touched
his face.
    He tapped the top of my knob with his index finger. "I like it when it
gets wet like this". Giving my lips a sensuous kiss he then gazed
south. The finger lifted revealing a string of pre-cum then patted down and
up revealing another. "I love how juicy you get". He rested his head on my
vest. The fist moved down then up squeezing out a milky teardrop. The pad
of his finger slid up the drop before disappearing into his approving
mouth. His throat made pleasing moans as he sucked noisily before repeating
the ploy.
    "Oh, baby, you sure know how to turn this banker on".
     "Maybe I can make a withdrawal".
    I stroked his hair as my chuckling caused his head to rise and
fall. "There's no maybe about it. Go for it".
    My sweet son needed no further encouragement. His head moved down as he
suckled my knob. That wonderful fist slid up as he sucked out more of my
milky juice. The tongue sliding into the foreskin, teasing my
flesh-hood. His mouth a warm wet cradle, suckling, needing. More and
more. With love. With tenderness. Sucking his daddys knob.
   My eyes close as I surrender to the sensations. My temples
throb. Fingers push his head forward just to let him know it is time. My
cock is ready.
    He knows what I like.
    Off my cock. Up on his feet on the bed. Slowly jockeys are
lowered. Tantalizing boy cock boy bag come into view. Shorts are dropped
onto my face. My fist grabs the cotton as I inhale. His scent is my
poppers.
    Eyes stare upwards. Foot on either side of my head. I see the valley of
mans desire. The magical nirvana that begins to float downwards towards my
face, my mouth, my tongue. The shorts are tossed as the heat of him becomes
palpable. My tongue is hard. The valley parts as the well is revealed. My
tongue flicks. Closer.
    Closer.
    - home -
    The cheeks of his ass press against the cheeks of my face. My tongue
begins to burrow into his boy cave. Up. Up. Snaking in.
    My knob is sucked. Hard. Hungry. Fist pumps. Hard. Fast. My cock is
newly forged steel: hot, erect. A burning lance. The boy sucks with a need
matched by my invading tongue. My son sucks my cock while I tongue-fuck his
hole.
    My hands carress his white mounds. My nostrils are filled with the
scent of sweaty boy ass. My tongue unites us. His mouth sucks as his head
bounces. His fist pumps. Hard. Up and down. Mouth sucks. Tongue
twirls. Throaty groans of pleasure. Sucking. Sucking.
    My balls churn. They're beginning to release. My knob aches. The lava
is moving. Sucking mouth. Pumping fist. So close. Too close.
    In a shove his ass moves down my torso landing with precision on my
knob. As I slide into his slick tight hole my cock pops its geyser. My
gutteral groans increase as my pump unleashes. Gobs of daddy cum fill his
asshole, hitting his walls with an ocean of waves.
    My son bounces wanting more cock but I'm too big and his hole is still
too small. But one day soon I'll feel the the full length of his well. My
cock will plant seeds up up deep inside my son. For now, for today, this
moveable feast is enough. My cock is done. My sperm is home.

End - You may also enjoy these stories by me. The earliest was accepted Dec
27, 2011.

My son toby
Jay and robbie
Uncle mark teaches
Gloryhole son
Island of sons
Dad fishing with his son
Daddys game
Daddy and the late show
Foxhole dad
Trucking daddy
Speedos and summer
The incest conversations
My big brother pete
Rain and dad
Robs story

Hope you enjoy them.
Rob