Date: Sat, 04 Oct 2003 04:47:35 +0000
From: dimitri hamlin <galephor@hotmail.com>
Subject: Me and Jessie (Part 01) (Incest)

Jessie came bounding into my room and jumped right on my back. I groaned and
checked the digital clock next to the bed. It was only five-thirty. My son
didn't give me much time to roll over. He jerked back the covers, letting
all the warmth out, and pulled at my shoulders.
	"Is it time, daddy, is it time?" he asked excitedly. I looked at the clock
again, and groaned.
	"Not yet," I said, and rolled over to my back. Jessie sat on my stomach
grinning ear to ear.
	The sun had just begun to peek through the blinds, and little gold streaks
played across Jessie's naked body. I didn't believe in wearing underwear
around the house, since it only made for more laundry. I let my son choose
whatever he wanted to wear, and usually that was nothing, not that I minded.
He had the smoothest body, soft, brown shoulders, and a skinny frame. He
stared back at me with his honey brown eyes, and I patted the black curls of
his hair.
	He scooted up further on my stomach, and his little dick fell into my
navel. I smiled, loving the feel of his satin skin against mines. And I
loved how little he seemed to think of it.
	"When, daddy?" he asked, still grinning. "When do I get to go?" He bounced
happily as he waited for my answer.
	But I was still groggy, and looked at the clock again. "In another... three
hours, Jess."
	"Three hours!" he groaned, leaning back, pulling his dick from my navel.
Oh, I wanted it back so bad. And it fell again when he leaned down on my
chest. "I can't wait that long!" he whined.
	"It's not that long," I said, rubbing his back. He scooped his arms around
my neck. "You waited all summer to start first grade, you can wait a couple
of hours."
	"But I don't wanna!"
	"Well, you have to," I said, loving the way his cute face muddled into a
pout. "School doesn't open until eight o'clock." He pouted some more. "You
shouldn't have woke up so early," I said, not really meaning it.
	It was my fault anyway. I'm an early riser, so I always ended up waking
Jessie up early too. His mother never liked the mornings. I guess that's why
she ditched us years ago.
	"So what do I do now?" he asked. I sat up a little, and pulled him into my
lap. He cuddled closer to me, taking my dick right between his thighs. It
took all my effort not to spring a hard-on. I guess I took to long to answer
him, because he looked up at me.
	"Give me a kiss," I said, "and I'll tell you." He smiled again and our lips
touched. His lips were soft, and his breath still smelled like toothpaste
from last night. Whenever he kissed me, he always pushed as hard as he
could, though I never knew why. We held the kiss for a little longer, and
then he leaned his head on my chest.
	My hand snuck around his back and waist to his stomach, and my fingers
danced over his belly. Laughter poured out of him as he playfully struggled
away. But I had him in my grasp and got him under his arms and in his most
ticklish spot, his inner thigh. He was near tears when he begged for me to
stop.
	"Might as well start getting ready," I yawned. And I couldn't help it, I
looked at the clock again. Five forty-three. Jessie was already out the bed
and heading down the hallway, leaving my plump caramel butt in full view. My
dick went rock hard.
	I managed to quell my raging monster by the time I got to the bathroom.
Jessie was already in the tub opening a fresh bar of soap. I stepped in
behind him and sat down. We always took baths together. It was easier to
watch him that way. And it saved time on cleaning. I ran the water, keeping
it just warm enough for him to play around in. He turned and looked at me
and cocked an eyebrow.
	"Oh, that's right," I said, and I reached for the bubble bath. I let Jessie
pour the liquid in under the faucet, then all over me.
	"Do me," he said, handing me the bottle. I squirted a bunch of the white
soap all over his chest, and smiled as he rubbed it down to his belly.
	When the tub was full, we tossed bubbles at each other. Jessie made a
bubble-beard, and pretended to shave it with his finger. I drew to rings
around his eyes, and dapped some bubbles on his nipples, just to make him
laugh. He loved dressing me in bubbles more. He turned me into a
grandpa-man, as he called it, and made me a bubble tank top.
	After a while, I leaned back and relaxed in the warm water. For a while,
Jessie kept playing, but eventually decided to lie on top of me, just below
the surface. I began bouncing him out of the water, watching the bubbles
spread to reveal his cute little dick and baby balls. The more I saw his
dick, and the way the bubbles clung to it, the more blood rushed to my dick.
Every time I bounced Jessie, the suction of the water pulled my dick between
his butt cheeks. And each time Jessie went up, he squeezed that tight little
butt, pulling my dick closer to his warm butthole.
	My dick swelled, and since I couldn't hide it, I decided to show Jessie
through the bubbles.
	"Wanna see a cool trick?" I asked, nudging him a little.
	"Yeah," he said. Slowly I let my dick rise from the bubbles, thick and dark
brown, pulsing as Jessie sat up to get a closer look.
	"Wow..." he said, then turned around. "How'd you do that?"
	I laughed. "I just pushed it out the water."
	Instantly he lay back down, and tried to do it himself, and he did, though
his little dick wasn't hard.
	"It's not like yours," he said.
	"You have to make it hard. You know, like how it is sometimes when you wake
up."
	"How?"
	"Just rub it."
	"How?"
	I laughed again. There really wasn't any right way to do it, but since he
asked, I figured I should show him. "Like this," I said, taking his soft,
silk member between my thumb and two fingers. Slowly I pulled down, loving
how the plume of circumcised foreskin rolled away from the head. I pushed up
just as slowly, rubbing in circles slightly as I pulled down again. He
moaned softly, but kept his eyes on my hand. His dick began to pulse and
throb, and grew half an inch. "You try," I said, not really wanting to stop.
	Jessie took over, rubbing his dick softly, just like I had done. I nudged
and told him to do it a little faster, and showed him how with my dick. We
sat there stroking our dicks, mines staying rock hard from watching Jessie
pump his dick from two inches to four. His dick stiffened into a curve
bending towards his balls just a little, looking like a miniature version of
my own.
	"Look, daddy," he said as he dipped his body under water and forced his
stone dick through the bubbles.
	"Good," I said. "Now we can both do it."
	We spent a minutes more play duck and hide and finally we got around to
actually bathing and brushing our teeth. Even with all our playing, it was
only six twenty-nine when we dried off and went back to my bedroom. Jessie
hopped on the bed, throwing the covers over his head. I slid in next to him,
lying down, and letting my still rock hard dick air out. Jessie's was just
as hard, and a couple of times it bumped against my legs and thighs.
	He got caught up in chasing the electric spark from the static on the
covers, and didn't notice his dick softening. Jessie plopped his butt on his
favorite spot on my chest, his dick falling into my navel again. That time
he noticed.
	"It went away," he said, looking down at it.
	"It happens," I said. "Just rub it some more, and it'll get hard again."
	"Will you do it?" I couldn't help but be surprised. When he saw the look on
my face, he said, "It felt good when you did it. You do it better."
	I smiled, pulling him down to my chest. He rolled over to his back, and let
his legs fall over mines. I wrapped my thumb and fingers around his dick
again, then decided to give his dick and balls a couple of playful squeezes.
His ballsack was softer than his dick, and still warm from the bath. I
gently rubbed my fingers around each nut, letting the smooth skin guide my
fingers to the next spot. His dick began to throb against my palm, and
fought its way out between my fingers as I kept rolling his balls.
	"Ohhhh," he moaned when my fingers went a little deeper into his ballsack.
I did it again, rubbing against the rest of his shaft behind his nuts.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
	"You like that, huh?" I said, and began to stroke his dick with my thumb.
His veins pulsed each time my thumb fled over them. I let his balls go and
ran my fingers up his shaft to the head and the glands. I rubbed my thumb
just behind the head, barely touching his skin. It always drove me nuts, and
the moan that came from Jessie's mouth told me it did the same to him.
	"OHHHH!"
	I got my two first fingers in on the action, rotating them around the head,
pulling them down his shaft, rubbing veins, drifting back to the glands,
caressing fold of skin under his piss hold.
	"Ohhh...Ooooo.... OOHHHHH OHHHHH OHHHHHH!"
	His dick throbbed in my hand, and I kept stroke, kept rubbing as his first
climax hit him, followed by another. He shook, gasping, digging his butt
against my stomach. His third came, Jessie whimpering and moaning while his
hands grabbed at the sheets.
I held his dick for a while, letting the twitching stop and some of the
stiffness fade. It burned against my hand even as it turned soft.
	Jessie sighed, and rolled over and kissed me. "Felt good, didn't it?" I
said as he sat up. He kept looking behind him, and patted my legs. "What you
looking for?"
	"All the pee," he said.
	I burst out laughing. He gave me an annoyed looked.
	"You didn't pee, Jess," I explained. "You came."
	"Huh?"
	"When you come," I said, "it feels like you're peeing, but you're not. But
it feels a lot better than peeing."
"Just by rubbing my penis?" Jessie always used the proper terms for body
parts.
	"Yep," I said.
"I wanna rub you," he said, turning to my dick. It had begun to soften.
I started to let him, then I thought about what would happen. Jessie had
already moved between my legs and was ready to start stroking away.
"Well, wait," I said. "Before you do that, I forgot to tell you about what
happens with daddies and older boys."
Jessie held my dick with both hands, but waited for me to finish. "White
stuff comes out when we come," I said. Jessie's eyes widened.
	"It's like milk," I explained. "It's really strong, and has lots of good
stuff in it to help babies grow."
	"Really?"
	"Yeah. It's called semen."
	"Sea men?"
	"Yeah. You can rub it now and see it, okay?"
	Jessie grinned and nodded, excited about this 'daddy's milk'. He began
squeezing down on my dick, pulling and pushing, stroking with both hands. My
dick grew back to its full seven inches and was wide enough for Jessie's
fingers to barely wrap around it. He pumped it slowly, playing with my head
and glands like I'd done with him. I let out a soft moan as his hands rolled
down my dick.
	"What's that?" he asked, stopping. I opened my eyes, seeing Jessie staring
down at the clear precum dripping from my dick.
	"That's the start of it," I said. "When it starts to feel good, that stuff
comes out."
	Jessie dabbed his finger in it, watching it hang from his finger as he
pulled it away. It snapped off, and Jessie rubbed the precum with his thumb.
He took a sniff of it, and looked back at me.
	"It doesn't smell like nothing," he said.
	"I know. It's not supposed to."
	He put his finger and thumb close to his mouth, then looked at me. "It's
alright," I said. "It won't hut you."
	He stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked on it. He didn't say anything
so I asked him what he thought. Jessie gave me his answer by sticking his
finger back into the precum, and sucking up some more. He tried it again,
but all of it had dried up.
	"It's gone, daddy."
	"Just rub my penis some more and more'll come out."
	"Okay," he said, and continued to rub. Just as some appeared, he leaned his
head down, and licked it. He kept stroking slowly, licking it as it came
out. His tongue rolled around my head and glands, and he stuck it in my
pisshole a few times.
	"Ohhh..." I moaned. "All most time...."
	Jessie kept up the pace, keeping his tongue cupped around my head, pulling
the precum in his mouth his lips.
	"Ohhh yeahhh.... Ohhhh...."
	He got a huge glob of precum on his lip, and sat up so it wouldn't drip
off. He pumped up and down on my dick, twisting with his hands, rubbing his
fingers over every vein. I felt the churning in my balls, and when he
brought his hands down my shaft, I let go.
	"OHHH.... OHH OHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH!"
	Cum blasted across his chest, covering his chocolate body like frosting. He
kept stroking, hot cum rolling over his hands and down to my balls until I
had nothing left to give. He sat back looking at the cum on his chest and
hands, rubbing it around.
	My dick fell against my belly, a little cum seeping out. Jessie looked at
me, and frowned a little.
	"It felt really good," I reassured, reaching for him. He scooted closer,
and I pulled him onto my chest, laying him on his back.
	"I wanted to taste it," he sighed.
	"You can," I said, rubbing a bit of my cum on my finger. "It's still warm."
I put it close to his mouth, and at first he licked it, then leaned up to
suck it off my finger.
	"Mmmm," he said.
	"Is it good?" I asked. He turned over a little and offered his cum-covered
hand to me. I licked off some and nodded. "Sure is," I said.
	Jessie rolled back over and lapped all the cum off his hands before
starting on his chest. I scooped up a bit, and let him suck it off my
fingers until his chest was clean.
	"Can I try it again, daddy?" he asked. "I want it to come out in my mouth."
	"You'll have to wait a while. It takes a long time to make."
	"How long, daddy?"
	"At least a couple of minutes for me to come again, but the semen takes
longer."
	Jessie rolled onto his chest and smiled at me. "How long?"
	"A few hours," I said, smiling when he pouted. "You want a lot of it, don't
you?" He nodded. "Then it'll take a while," I said, glancing at the clock.
It was seven fifteen.
	"You got to get ready for school anyway," I said, pointing at the clock.
"When you get home, you can get some more, okay?"
	"Yeah!" he said, hopping onto the floor. He raced to his room to get
dressed for his first day of first grade.