Date: Tue, 8 Jan 2013 21:28:58 -0500 (EST) From: Tj Morgan <odies1971@aim.com> Subject: Just Like His Mother, Part 7 The following story is a work of Fiction. The work is of the erotic nature and has explicit gay sex. If you are not allowed by law to view this story or are offended by such material, close out now. All work is owned by the author and may not be used without his consent. Copyright 2013 As always, please consider donating to Nifty to help provide these wonderful stories! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ My God. I could stand here and stare at that body all day long. My 16 year old son stood at my closet, naked, looking through the clothing. His beautifully tight ass was just begging to have a hard cock shoved into it. I was more than happy to oblige, if I wasn't already running late for work. I walked up behind TJ, invading his personal space. I knew he wouldn't mind. My limp dick nestled wonderfully in the crack of his ass and started to twitch. I had fucked this ass so much over the last few months that my penis knew instinctively where it wanted to be. I wrapped my hands around his sun-warmed body and rubbed his chest. He leaned his head back onto my neck and I knew he would be smiling. My left hand slid gently down his stomach, following the trail of soft dark hair that led from his belly button to a nicely trimmed patch just above his cock. I slid my open palm down his dick and felt it twitch. My own cock started to stiffen, straining against my son's ass. "Mmmm," he moaned. "Fuck me before you go." I kissed his neck lightly. "You know I want to, but the bills aren't going to magically pay for themselves. Besides, it's Friday, and we can spend the whole weekend in bed if you want." It was still a little odd to me, being so in love with this young man. Not only is he a teenager, but he's also my son. In the last few months, though, we had grown so close. Both of us were looking for something to fill a hole in our lives, so to speak. We never realized that the answer to our search was right there all along. I gave his now hard cock a couple of hard strokes, then stepped back and slapped his ass, leaving a nice red handprint. "Ow! Why'd you do that?" I smiled, "Every time you sit down, you'll feel that slap, and know I gave it to you. And you'll remember you were naked and asking me to fuck you. Good luck not getting a hard-on at school!" I winked at him, then turned to get dressed. I heard him laugh and knew that he would think about that statement many times today. I knew I would. I could hear the swish-swish of the hangers as TJ resumed his search of my closet. "Hey, Dad." "Yeah, Bud?" "How, how come you never got rid of Mom's clothes?" I stopped in the middle of the Windsor knot I was making, the question hitting me from out of the blue. My hands started shaking as I answered. "It, uh, it just never seemed right. I always felt that if I got rid of them, I was getting rid of her." I chuckled. "Sounds crazy, huh?" "Naw. No, it doesn't. She sure had some nice taste though." I walked back into the bedroom and found my naked 16 year-old boy holding a satiny lavender dress up to himself, as though seeing how it would fit. I was struck by the fact that had his hair been a little longer, and if he had bulges on his chest instead of his groin, he would have passed convincingly for his mother. TJ rubbed his right hand down the fabric of the dress. When he got to his cock, he rubbed the satin all over it, clearly enjoying the feeling. I whistled and his head popped up. "Wow. That color really brings out your eyes!" TJ quickly spun around and placed the dress back into the closet, his face becoming as red as the handprint now quickly fading from his butt cheek. "I, uh, was just looking." I chuckled. "Well, as much as I enjoy watching you try on dresses, you need to get ready for school. Unless you, you know, plan on going naked. I wouldn't mind, but there might be others who would." He slipped past me to head to his room to get dressed. I watched him as he trotted to his room, loving the way his ass cheeks rippled slightly as he walked. I knew I was going to be distracted all day today. Within a few minutes, he was ready to go. The two of us headed down the stairs to the front door. Just before we opened the door to head out for the day, we paused for another kiss and a tender, "I love you." Then we opened the door and walked out into public, appearing to all to be the picture of a perfect father and son. As I suspected, my thoughts kept playing back to my naked 16 year old boy and a satiny lavender dress. More than once I was glad of the fact that I sat behind a desk. It would have been somewhat embarrassing having someone see the bulge that seemed to be ever present in my pants. Just before noon, I could stand it no more. I headed quickly to the second floor bathroom and slipped into the last stall. I was glad to find that, for the time being, I was alone in the bathroom. I didn't even bother to undo my belt or my pants, instead just forcing them down over my hips, my hard cock ready for action. I placed my right hand on the wall behind the toilet, leaning over the bowl as my left hand began pumping my cock. I wondered if there were any other guys who had used this stall for jacking off. How much cum had been flushed down the pipes over the years? I wondered, too, how many guys had fantasized about a hot young stud while pleasuring themselves. I heard the door to the bathroom open just as I began to shoot my load into the toilet. I made sure not to make a sound so as not to let on what I was doing in the stall. The door to the stall next to me opened then closed. I heard a belt unbuckle, then a pair of pants drop to the floor. Not wanting to be here with anyone else, I quickly cleaned up and went back to my office. The day passed slowly, but finally the clock showed 5PM. I hit the Logoff button on my phone, then shutdown my laptop. I was eager to get home, eager to relax for the weekend, eager to see my boy and to give him the fucking he desperately wanted. My midday jerkoff session helped, but by the end of the day, I was already beginning to get horny again. On the ride home, I began to think what the night would bring. Would TJ meet me at the door wearing nothing but a smile? Would he be in the kitchen preparing a nice dinner for us, wearing nothing but an apron, open in the back showing a nice firm ass (I wondered if my handprint was still visible on his cheek). Perhaps we would be a "normal" family, having dinner, watching movies, making small talk, before finally heading upstairs to the bedroom to screw around before bedtime. Oh, the possibilities! I pulled into the yard, noticing a single light on in the living room. I stepped out onto a fresh blanket of snow and adjusted the cock straining against my pants. As I pressed my hand against my cock,the familiar tingling returned and I knew the only thing I wanted was the feel of my son's smooth, naked body against mine, the taste of his cock in my mouth, and the feel of his tight ass wrapped around my dick. I hurried to the house and opened the door. The house seemed quiet. Placing my laptop bag in its customary place next to the door, I called out to TJ. "TJ! I'm home!" Silence. I walked into the living room and looked into the kitchen and the laundry room. "Teej?" I yelled a little louder. "I'm up here!" I heard his voice sing out, stretching the last word to make it two syllables: he-re. I recognized that sing-songy voice. That was the sound of my son up to something. Somehow I knew that TJ wasn't interested in having a "normal" night. He wanted dessert first, and I was more than willing to be it. I climbed the stairs two at a time, loosening my tie, then untucking my shirt. I saw a soft flickering glow coming from my bedroom, followed by the scent of lilacs. TJ must have lit my favorite candles again. My penis was straining against the zipper of my pants, anticipating the wonder that awaited. When I walked into the bedroom, my heart nearly stopped. There, lying on my bed in the softly lit room, was my gorgeous 16 year old boy, dressed in a satiny lavender dress. The dress hung gently across his youthful body, gently accenting his boyish curves, including the monster, uncut cock lying beneath. "Welcome home," he breathed. The finger that had been in his mouth slowly moved down to his chest. He rubbed his nipples and I could just make out the little lumps as they hardened. From there, he moved further down to slide gently over his cock. He gathered a portion of the dress in his left hand and pulled it up, exposing the lacy panties underneath. I had not seen these panties since the last time I had made love to his mother. Now instead of a soft warm pussy, the panties covered a large cock and two wonderfully round balls. I walked over to the bed and slid onto my son. I laid on top of him, feeling his arms wrap around me. We kissed gently as our bodies meshed, our hips grinding together making each other ever harder than before. TJ bit my lower lip, holding it gently between his teeth as he thrust his hips higher and harder into mine. My wildest fantasies at work today had in no way prepared me for this. My right hand made its way down the young boy's body, feeling every muscle on the way. I reached the hem of the dress and slowly began to pull it up, my hand rubbing the outside of his thigh. For the first time, I noticed the fine hair that was popping out onto his legs. The feeling drove me crazy and I began to fuck his mouth with my tongue. I gently lifted his bottom up so that I could slide the dress up to his waist, exposing the hard piece of meat underneath the fine lace panties. I rubbed his cock through the material and heard his gentle moaning from the pleasure. I lifted my head from his lips, looked into his eyes, and smiled. Giving him one last gentle kiss, I slid my body down the length of his. The sight of his wonderful cock straining against the panties drove me wild with lust. The tip of his uncut cock was peeking out from the waistband and I could see the little droplets of pre-cum making his pubes wet. I leaned down, my tongue gently lapping up the young boy's juice. I felt his body quiver and heard a gentle, "Oh!" as my tongue played with his slit. Suddenly, I thrust my face into the panties, licking his orbs through the lace, my spit making the lace wet, causing his cock to show through, as though revealing a prize to me. Maybe it was just my imagination, my memories playing tricks on me, but I was almost sure I could still smell the sweet fragrance of my wife's pussy, the same pussy from which this young man I was now making love to had come. I could stand it no longer, and I was sure TJ was as eager as I was. I stood up and stripped my clothing from my body. My heart was racing, my chest heaving, sweat dripping down my back into the crack of my ass. I pulled the panties off my son, fully exposing the cock I desired. I decided, though, to let him leave the satiny dress on. I had always loved the feel of this dress against my naked body. I knelt again between my son's legs, gently taking each orb in my mouth, tasting the fine hair that grew on his nutsack. "I want your cock in my mouth," he said, breathlessly. I knew that he wanted to 69. I once again climbed on top of my son, this time with my head between his legs, my hard cock gently sliding into his warm, wet mouth. TJ reached around my butt and grabbed each cheek, pulling my cock deeper into his mouth. I attacked his own dick with the same intensity, feeling his rod hit the back of my throat. We sucked each other hungrily. The quiet of the room was broken by the sounds of us breathing through our noses, while our mouths slurped around the thick sausage we each were feasting on, and the gentle creak-creak of the mattress as we humped each other's faces. I could hear TJ moan and felt his legs widen in pleasure. Each time I went down on his cock, my nose plunged into the sack holding his two large balls. I could smell his sweat and the musky scent of his groin. I felt him arch his back, saw his balls draw up close to his body and his legs go stiff. I knew that any second I would be tasting the sweet juice of my 16 year-old lover. "MMmmmmm!" was all TJ could manage around the cock in his mouth. His body went rigid and I felt the first warm shot of cum hit the back of my throat. I greedily drank his hot seed. Feeling a familiar tingling in my own body, I knew any second I would fill my son's mouth with my own jizz. I began to fuck his mouth harder, turned on by the loads he was shooting in my mouth. The creaking of the bed quickened the harder I fucked his face. When my body could no longer hold out, I gave one great final shove into my son's waiting mouth. I heard him gag slightly as my nuts unloaded their hot spunk. For a second, I worried he wouldn't be able to handle it, worried I had pushed my dick in too far. But I realized I had taught my son well when he recovered and drank every last drop I pumped into him. Spent, I collapsed onto my son. It was a strange feeling: his softening cock twitching gently in my mouth as I sucked the last drops of his cum, my softening cock being gently licked by TJ's rough tongue, and between us, the satiny, silky dress he was still wearing. I say strange, but really, it was heaven. I finally let his soft tool slip from my mouth and I licked the loose sack between his legs. Then, I gently ran my tongue down the inside of his left thigh. He squirmed beneath my naked body as my tongue tickled his skin. When he couldn't take any more, he pushed hard, rolling me onto my back and jumped onto me. He straddled my pelvis. He wriggled his butt, teasing my cock beneath him. I laid there, eyes closed, and enjoyed the sensation. "I was worried what you would think," TJ said softly. "You know, me being in this outfit. But, I guess you're ok with it." He grinned widely. I smiled, reached up and cupped his face in my hands. "TJ, I love you. Seeing you lying there, waiting for me, well, it wouldn't have mattered what you were wearing." TJ smiled, then leaned forward to kiss me. "I'm hungry," he said suddenly. "Let's go get something to eat." He climbed off of me, stepping onto the floor. He reached for my hand and I took it in mine. I thought about getting dressed, or at least putting on shorts. Then I thought, with TJ in the lavender dress and me being naked, this could definitely be an interesting weekend!