Date: Mon, 23 Aug 2004 14:08:05 +0100 (BST)
From: Peter Wilson <henleypark70@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Losing Mum 1

It was only six weeks after my 12th birthday that my mum decided to piss
off from our home. She had been having an affair with this real estate
salesman. I couldn't stand him. He was so smooth and suave, and so full of
unadulterated bullshit.

I knew a bit about it. I'd come home early from school just before my
birthday and found mum in bed with this guy. His bare arse was pumping up
and down as he fucked the shit out of my mum.

I should have been upset but I wasn't. Even thought she was my mum, I just
didn't seem to have any comfort with her. She was nice enough, but gave far
more of her time and attention to my stupid younger sister and my little
brother, who was just 5.

I worried about the fact that I just couldn't get excited about being with
my mum. It really did concern me and I had thought about talking to dad
about it, but when I found her and that cunt fucking, I thought that it
wouldn't be too long before she fucked off.


In one way I was very relieved when she did. What was even better was that
she took my sister and my little brother with her.

When that slimy salesman turned up in his new station wagon and loaded all
their gear into it, I had thoughts of letting the tyres down, or doing
something equally stupid to his new wagon. Then I realised that as soon as
they all got into it and drove off I would be free of the three, and with
him the fourth, most annoying parts of my life.

The stupid cunt even asked me to help him carry out their stuff. I simply
told him to get fucked. He looked at me as if I had kicked him in the
balls. Initially I thought he was going to punch my lights out, but he was
so stupid he just stood there gob-smacked.

I turned away and then back again and stuck my tongue out at him.

I didn't even cry.

When dad came home he was shocked. He had no idea the poor sod that she was
being fucked by some other cock. He hadn't even noticed that she didn't
love him, or me, any more. He stood in the doorway of their bedroom
dumb-founded.

I went up to him and put my arms around his trim body and hugged him. He
ruffled my hair with his hand. Then he looked down at me.

"At least you stayed with," he slowly stammered.

What was I to say in reply. I had been building up a loathing for my mum
for over a year now. The crunch really was when I found her letting that
slimy cock deep dick her.

I didn't say anything to my dad. I just hugged him a bit harder.

It was a Thursday evening when she left. There wasn't really any food left
as she had even packed most of the pantry with them.

I looked up at dad and finally said, "Can we go out for a pizza?"

He looked down at me, ruffled my hair again, and answered, "Why not."

He had a couple of beers with his pizza, and I had two cokes.

We didn't communicate much, but on the drive home in dad's near new SUV I
finally spoke about the events of the day.

"She didn't love us any more, you know dad."

"And I am sorry to say I didn't love her any more either."

He looked across at me and smiled.

When we got home he had another beer, and even offered me one, but I really
didn't like the taste. I had tried beer at my best mate's place that
summer, but I thought the taste was really yuk.

He suggested, rather than told me to go and have a shower and get into bed,
and because he said it so nicely, I hopped up straight away and bounded up
the stairs to my bedroom and was soon in the shower.

I heard dad come up the stairs, and he opened the bathroom door just as I
was getting out and grabbing my towel. He looked at me and then turned
away.

I put on my pjs and jumped into bed. Dad came in a minute later and bent
down and kissed me.

"It's just us, you and me, together now. How do you like that?" he asked.

"That will be great dad. We can make a great team."

I looked at him and he bent down and kissed me again.

I couldn't sleep although I was tired. I heard dad shuffling around too, so
I got up and saw him walking back to the big double bed he had previously
shared with mum. I followed him and as he lay down I lay with him.

He looked at me, and then his arm came over and he pulled me close to him
and cuddled me. I felt that I could sense he was crying, but I didn't
really try and find out.

We slept cuddled up all night.

I got up and went to school as usual. What else would a boy do?

Dad was in a really top mood when I arrived home from school. I thought he
must have been drinking at first, but then I realised he was just happy.
Again it was pizza, and this time he didn't have a beer, but joined me with
a coke.

We chatted and he asked me about school and sport and all the things I had
been hoping he, and mum, would have chatted to me about for the past years.

I was now seeing my dad in a different light.

On the way home he called into a service station and filled the SUV up.
Then when we got home we dived into the garage and he pulled out all the
camp gear. We hadn't been camping for at least two years. I remembered how
bitchy mum was that last time. She complained about every aspect of our
trip. I thought it was fun and had a great time. I then remembered that my
little sister had been a pain in the arse most of the time too. Then my
baby brother had been bitten by some insect and had to be carted off the
hospital. It had been a total disaster and all the way home and for days
after mum had harped again and again about what a really stupid idea it had
been in the first place to go camping.

Dad suggested that we go to his favourite beach place, a deserted stretch
up the coast about three hours drive away. I was on a high immediately. I
started searching for all the gear we would need, but dad said just the
basics. No port-a-potty, a spade would be our toilet. Just one tilley lamp,
and no need for the tent, just the waterproof cover to stretch out from the
SUV.

I raced up stairs and dad suggested just a few t-shirts and shorts, a towel
and my toothbrush would be ok.

I jumped into bed with dad wearing only my bottom pjs, as dad also was only
wearing his sleep shorts. We cuddled up and I couldn't remember when I had
felt so happy. It was then that I felt that my small cock was stiff and
rubbing against dad's leg. It didn't bother me.

We drove out of our driveway whilst it was still dark and the radio had all
the good music on as we left the city and headed north.

We stopped along the way and dad bought some sausages, eggs and bread to
add to the food we had brought from home.

It was warm when we drove down the sandy rough track to the deserted
beach. Not a house or person in sight. Wow, this was great.

We both threw off our t-shirts and it was then that I looked closely at my
lovely dad. His chest was well defined, with patches of dark hairs around
his big dark nipples. He had a fine dark trail from his belly button into
his shorts. I thought about his dick but nothing really registered just
then.

We hammered the pegs in and stretched the waterproof cover from the
4WD. Then we unloaded all our gear. Dad suggested a swim as it was becoming
hot now. I looked through the bags to find our swim gear but couldn't find
it. I looked at dad. He thought I had packed it. What a blow we must have
left it in the kitchen. Now we didn't have any swimmers.

Not to worry said dad. There wasn't anyone around. We could swim nude.

Now that situation didn't worry me.

Dad quickly stripped off his shorts and I realised he didn't have any
underpants on. I dropped mine and we raced off into the surf.

We fucked around in the surf and my hand touched dad's cock a few times,
and I felt a bit awkward about it but he didn't seem to mind.

Dad suggested it was time for some food so we raced back out and towelled
dry and then sat on our plastic crates for seats. No bother about shorts,
just fold a towel so the pattern on the crate didn't hurt my bum.

Now I looked hard at dad's cock. It hung down a long way over his big
balls. He had a patch of dark hair at the top of his cock but his balls
were hairless. What surprised me most was that his knob wasn't covered in
long skin like mine was. In fact his knob was really big, even though his
cock was sort of thick too.

I looked at mine and although it was about 2 in long I had no hair and my
balls were tight up against it. Dad's balls really hung down over the edge
of the crate.

He looked at me, and knew I was checking out his cock.

"You see that your's is different," he finally spoke, pointing at my cock.

"When you were born I wanted to have all that skin removed but your mother
insisted on leaving you natural. Perhaps we should talk about it at some
time soon."

With that he leaned over and grabbed my cock, trying to pull the foreskin
back over my knob. I stuck my crotch out to him and soon my skin was back
behind my small knob. Then I realised that my cock was getting hard and
growing.

Dad looked at it approvingly. I reckoned it had doubled in length and
thickness.

"Now that's better. Do you think you would like all that skin removed so
your cock looked like mine?"

I didn't know what to say.

"Never thought about it," I stammered back, unsure of what he wanted me to
say.

Then he started to pull the skin back and forth over my knob and the
feelings and sensation building through my body was something I had never
felt before.

I think my cock then gained another inch.

Dad looked at me smiling and then bent his head down and sucked my cock
into his mouth. I was awe struck.

The feeling in my young body was fantastic as dad kept on sucking my cock
and playing with my balls. Then I felt his finger move up to my arsehole.

With that I reached the highest point of feeling and experienced my first
ever dry orgasm. My body lifted fast off the covered crate, and I forced my
cock deep into my dad's mouth. I pumped back and forth into his face. Then
I relaxed and fell back to the crate.

I looked at dad's smiling face.

"Did you like that," he inquired.

"Oh yes. That's was so fucking wonderful," I said, forgetting that I had
never sworn in front of my dad before.

He didn't make any comment.

Then I looked down at his cock and it was massive. It was stiff and had to
be 8 or 9 inches long and really thick.

What got me was the big glob of clear string hanging down to the ground out
of his piss slit. Then another bubble of glob pushed out dripping down the
string.

Dad moved his fingers to gather it up.

Then he pushed them onto my lips, and I tasted his pre-cum. It was sweet
and I liked it.

Dad then got up and set up the gas stove to cook some sausages.

Another swim late in the afternoon and then early to bed. Dad had only
brought the big double sleeping bag, and he slipped into it naked, and
encouraged me to do the same.

We cuddled up together and I felt his big cock pushing against me. The
slippery pre-cum was wetting me so I put my fingers down and scooped up a
bit of it and slipped it into my lips. Then I did it again and pushed my
fingers to dad's lips. He licked them clean and then kissed me full on the
lips. He thrust his cock against me as he did so. His fingers again found
my stiff cock and again he rubbed the skin over my bloated knob. The
feeling was great and then he grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock. I
rubbed the clear over his big knob and he started to shudder.

"Oh shit," he called out and then his body pulsed and bucked and I was
covered in spurting hot man juice. He hugged me and we both fell asleep
covered in my dad's cum.

The next morning, I awoke to find my dad sucking my cock. The feeling was
terrific again and I soon reached my second dry climax.

After a few minutes dad opened up the sleeping bag more and lay back, his
cock stiff and reaching up his tummy past his belly button.

He motioned to me to suck it, but I knew I couldn't swallow that huge knob.

"Just lick it," dad suggested.

So I did and more of that sweet clear pumped out into my little lips.

Dad moved his hand down to the lower part of the thick tube and started to
rub up and down. Then he let out a huge heavy breath sigh and with his
other hand held my head as his cock expanded and then exploded with fierce
burst after burst of cloudy semen.

I tried to swallow but it was too much so I let it dribble down onto dad's
tummy.

As the spurts slowed I bent my head down and started to lick up the
extra. It was a funny taste. However, I was intrigued by that different
smell and taste.

Dad pulled me up and kissed me tasting some of his own cum.

I kissed him back and without realising it, I poked my tongue inside his
mouth.


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