Date: Thu, 12 Aug 2010 10:14:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joshua Howard <jjhoward2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Missing in Action Dad/ Incest/ Chapter One

Missing In Action Dad

By

J. J. Howard

Jason stood looking out of his living room window at the new boy that was
moving in. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off of the boy's luscious
body. He was a small framed boy, maybe five three or four and couldn't
weigh more than one twenty-eight. He had long blond hair that fell like a
waterfall of curls down his back, bouncing off his shoulders and framing a
pixie like face. But it was the boy's beautiful ass that got his attention,
round, plump and hard. And he seemed to know just how to work it to get
one's maximum attention.

"Fuck! What is wrong with me, I've never wanted boys before," Jason said,
rubbing his hard on that was pressing against the fabric of his white boxer
briefs. "I don't see a ... oh there she is, it has to be his mom," Jason
said, watching a perky woman that was carrying a box just following the
boy. "Why does she look so familiar to me?"

She, like her son, had the same blond hair and ice blue eyes. Her smile was
infectious and when she kicked the car door shut with her foot, Jason
noticed how similar the boy's legs were to hers.

"I'm thirsty mom, this heat is drying me out," the boy complained.

"As soon as we finish this load I'll go get us something cold to drink
Brady," she said.

"Brady, now that is one sweet name," Jason said, still rubbing his leaking
cock through his briefs.

Jason had always considered himself a ladies man, and having never married
he still had had numerous girlfriends. Even at thirty-six years old, Jason
still looked like he was in his mid-twenties. So why this sudden attraction
to this boy he wondered.

It was a record hot day, already ninety-two and it was only nine-thirty in
the morning. Jason watched as the mother and son took the last of the boxes
into their apartment, and a few minutes later she left.

Jason saw Brady step outside the door, which was just ten or so feet down
from his door. He had removed his tee shirt and the creamy alabaster skin
of the boy only seemed to entice Jason more. Jason opened his door and
stepped outside to retrieve his morning paper, his hard on still tenting
his briefs as he bent down to retrieve the paper. Suddenly a luscious pair
of creamy legs was standing just inches from him.

"Sure is a hot morning sir," Brady said, staring at Jason.

"Sure is..." and he waited for the boy to give him his name.

"Oh sorry sir, the name is Brady, Brady Cooper and we just moved in next
door to you." He said closer to Jason, his eyes darting quickly down to
look at Jason's groin.

"I'm Jason, Jason Michaels and it's a pleasure to meet you Brady. I'd stand
and talk but as you can see, I'm not really dressed for conversation,"
Jason said, glancing down toward Brady's groin and he too was sporting an
erection. "Would you care to come in?" he asked, hoping that the boy would.

"Sure Jason," he said and when Jason stepped aside to let Brady pass,
Brady's hand brushed against his cock. "Mmmmm," Jason moaned softly, as the
mere touch of the boy's hand sent shivers through him.

"Oh sorry Jason, I didn't mean to bump into you," he said. "The fuck I
didn't and you know it as well as I do," he thought.

Jason knew that his lack of attire was getting to the boy and he loved
every minute of it. He knew that his looks and hard, muscular body would
tempt Brady and throwing in the fact that he was erect, well that was just
icing on the cake.

"No problem Brady, it was rather sticking out there and in the way," Jason
said, closing the door. "So, can I offer you a drink of something cold?" he
asked, noticing that the boy just couldn't keep his eyes off of his
manhood.

"I'll have a cock...er a Coke sir," Brady said, and his face turned red
from the slip. "I didn't mean it to come out like that." The boy said.

"Well I can offer you both kid, but I don't think your mom would approve,"
Jason said, standing there staring into the boy's dreamy blue eyes.

"So why does she have to know," Brady asked, stepping closer. "Besides, I'm
sixteen and know what I want," he said, reaching out and grabbing Jason's
cock.

"So where is your mom and dad Brady?" Jason asked, as the boy pulled down
Jason's briefs to get better acquainted with his cock.

"My mom went to the store to get some groceries, and as for my dad, well I
never knew him. Mom said he went missing in action over in Gulf War before
I was born," he said as he pulled the precum soaked briefs down, exposing
Jason's cock.

"I see that you really do know what you want," Jason said, pulling the boy
tightly to him and letting their mouths meet in a kiss.

Brady wasted no time and as soon as they broke their kiss, he knelt down,
taking Jason's cock by the hand and slowly licked the oozing precum that
was running from the slit. Once he was satisfied that he had gotten it all,
he swallowed Jason's cock fully down his young throat, and then ever so
slowly, he dragged his full lips back up it.

"Damn boy, where did you ever learn to suck cock like that?" Jason asked,
while gently holding the boy's head.

"My Uncle Jim taught me how when I was ten," he told him, temporarily
removing the cock from his mouth.

Jason looked at Brady's plump and ruby red lips, and he couldn't help
himself, he pulled the boy to his feet before he leaned in and kissed the
boy, hard and masculine.

"Mmmmm," Brady moaned with Jason's tongue deep inside his mouth, and the
boy's hands roamed through Jason's chest hair searching for his nipples.

Bingo! He thought when he found them, giving them a hard pinch while the
hot man kissed him.

"Mmmmm," Jason moaned, broke their kiss and looked into the boy's eyes. "So
what else did your Uncle Jim teach you boy?"

"If you take me to your bed Jason I'll show you," he said, and Jason swept
the boy up into his arms and carried him into his bedroom, tossing him
gently on the bed.

Jason hurriedly pulled Brady's shorts off along with his underwear, and
Brady wiggled his ass up until his head was lying on the pillows.

"You got any lube?" he asked as Jason climbed between Brady's spread legs,
and Jason reached over, opened a night stand drawer and removed a bottle of
KY gel.

"Will this do boy?" Jason asked handing the bottle to Brady, who opened it,
squirted a good amount into his hand and began to work it into is boy
pussy.

Once he had his pussy lubed, he squirted a fair amount on Jason's ten inch
cock, and slowly stroked his cock up and down to work the lube in. He gave
the bottle back to Jason who sat it on the night stand, and then Brady put
Jason's cock to his willing pussy.

"You're a lot bigger than my uncle was, so please go slow Jason," Brady
asked, lifting his legs higher into the air.

"I'll be as gentle as a kitten Brady," Jason said, and then gave a firm but
gentle push.

His well oiled tool slid right into the boy and never stopped until Brady
was fully impaled on it. The pain of taking the full fat ten inches coursed
through the teen, causing him to cry out.

"Fuck stop...wait... oh God that hurts," Brady cried out.

"There was to much lube and your ass just swallowed my cock," Jason said
before he lowered his face down to the tearing boy and kissed him.

They kissed for several minutes, while the pain of Jason's invasion
weakened. Soon, Brady had his arms wrapped tightly around Jason's neck and
his legs around Jason's waist.

"Fuck me Jason... fuck me slow and easy, building up to a fucking frenzy,"
Brady said.

Jason lifted himself up onto his arms; his legs were straight out as his
cock drilled slowly in and out of the boy. Slow, gentle thrusts he began
with, as he searched out a rhythm that would bring them both pleasure and
prolong their climax. Jason knew that their time was limited because of
Brady's mom, but this boy's ass was so tight and warm around his cock.

Jason increased his rhythm, letting it slowly build until he was pounding
Brady's ass like it was the last fuck he'd ever have. Slamming it hard,
watching Brady fist his hard six inch cock only added to Jason's need to
cum.

Jason felt Brady's ass tightening around his cock, it had been almost
thirty minutes of hard fucking, and now they both needed to culminate their
lust. "Fuuuuuuck... I'm cumming," Brady crowed, and blasted sweet cream all
over his neck and chest.

"So am I boy... aaaaggghhh fuck...take it Brady," Jason howled as he filled
Brady's ass with his man cream.

The two were lost in their passion, both shooting their elixir until each
was finally spent. Jason dropped down on the boy, their mouths meeting and
tongues dancing as they kissed. Each was riding out the beauty of their
sexual afterglow, both lost in the moment.

It was the sudden closing of a car door that brought them back to
reality. "MOM!" they both said in unison, and Jason quickly pulled his
spent cock from Brady, along with the cum that he had just deposited.

"She'll be looking for me," Brady said, looking around for his clothes.

He found his shorts and quickly pulled them on while Jason wiped the cum
off the boy with Brady's underwear.

"Shit, you forgot to put these on," Jason said, holding the boxers out to
Brady.

"Keep them as a souvenir of our first time lover," Brady said and then
kissed him quickly before darting out of the room.

Jason grabbed a pair of gym shorts, pulled them on and quickly followed the
boy. They were just about to the front door when the doorbell rang.

Jason opened the door and the women froze, staring into Jason's
eyes. "Jason... how... when," and she fainted, but he caught her before she
hit the floor.

"Mom!" Brady cried out, panic was completely overtaking him. "What's wrong
with her Jason," he asked, tears now running down his sweet face.

"Calm down Brady, she's fainted is all," he told him, but why was what he
wanted to know. "Go into the bathroom and get me a cold, wet face cloth,"
he told him and Brady ran obediently.

He returned seconds later with the wet cloth and Jason placed on the
woman's forehead. Several seconds later, she began to come to and she
smiled briefly before reality hit her.

"Do I know you?" Jason asked, looking down at the woman that was lying in
his lap.

"Do you know me... do you know me, why Jason, you and I were married," she
said. "I thought that you were dead, or I did after all these years of you
being missing," she explained.

"Missing...married, I really don't understand," he said and it was then
that they both noticed a stunned Brady standing over them.

"Jason, this is your son Brady. Brady... this is your father," she said
sitting up and looking at the shocked boy.

Not only was Jason stunned by the revelation, but he was now ashamed
also. It hit him hard, like a run away train slamming into a wall; he had
just fucked his son... and loved it.

"Daaaad," Brady stammered and then he wrapped his arms tightly around
Jason. "I always knew that we'd find each other someday," he said, refusing
to let go of the man that had just finished fucking him and now was
revealed to be his father. "I never believed that you were dead... dad," he
said and his smile was wider than the Grand Canyon.

"Brady... he's my son?"

"Yes Jason, but you really have some explaining to do," she said now
standing, and her eyes met his, and they searched for answers.

Jason explained how he had been captured by Iraqi soldiers and held
prisoner for months before he escaped with the aid of a boy. But as they
were running away, the boy stepped on a mine and the explosion killed the
boy. But the explosion also removed Jason's memory and several month's
later when British soldiers found him, he was wandering around in a
village, living with the local people, no longer a threat to the Iraqis.

"The soldiers eventually brought me back to the Americans in Bagdad and I
was shipped back to the states. After many months of therapy, I was
discharged and ended up here in Springfield, Massachusetts. But my life
before that mine exploded was gone. I was told that my name was Jason
Michaels and that I was single." He said looking at her with questions in
his eyes about their marriage.

"Oh that, we got married by a justice of the peace when I found out that I
was pregnant," she said, glancing over at Brady who was taking in every
word that they said. "You were being shipped out that next day so you asked
me to marry you and I said yes. I guess you never had time to update your
status and that is why you were told that you were single."

"He looks just like you ah..."

"Caroline, Caroline Cooper, and it seem that we were never legally
married. The man that performed the marriage, well his license had been
revoked, so he was not legally able to perform marriages. That is why Brady
is a Cooper and not a Michaels. I also figured that with you dead, I might
remarry someday and let Brady be adopted by whomever I marry," she
explained.

"So did you ever marry?" he asked.

"No Jason, how about you, did you ever marry?"

"I came close once, but there was always something in the back of my mind
that stopped me. I guess deep down someone or something knew that I was
already spoken for."

There was a long interlude of quiet before anyone spoke, and then it was
Brady.

"So dad, why can't you both get married now?" he asked looking from Jason,
to his mom and then back to Jason.

"Brady please, we are total strangers to each other and would have to get
reacquainted again," Caroline said.

"Yeah right, and of course there is good old James, like what are you going
to do about him now...huh?"

"James?" Jason asked looking to Caroline for an answer, grateful to be off
the hook.

"He's this man that I've been seeing and...well...he's asked me to marry
him?" she finally got out.

"What did you tell him Caroline...do you love him?" Jason asked.

"Of course I love him Jason, and I told him yes. That is why I moved here
from St. Louis, to be closer to where he works. Besides, you've been dead
to me for years so I had to move on."

"But mom, that all happened before, now that you know that dad is alive..."
Brady said, his eyes spoke words that his mouth could not voice.

"Brady please stop, this is neither the time nor the place to be discussing
this." Caroline said.

"Your mother is right son, besides, I'm still your dad no matter what she
decides to do," he said, pulling Brady to him and the smell of their sex
still lingered on the boy.

They were talking when the doorbell rang and when Jason opened it, a
strange man was standing there.

"A Caroline... oh, there you are sweetheart," James said looking into the
room at her. "I rang your doorbell and when no one answered, I figured that
you might be next door," he added. "Hello, I'm James Mathews, Caroline's
fiancé," he said extending his hand to Jason.

"Jason Michaels, Caroline's ex-husband," he said with a smile.

James looked from Jason to Caroline and everyone could tell that he was
totally confused. "I thought you told me that he was dead?" he asked.

"It's a long story babe, and now is not the time to be telling it."

"How about you let me take Brady out to dinner and get acquainted with him,
and that way you two can talk over things," Jason suggested.

"That would be great Jason, and just for the record, I'm happy that you are
alive," she said, giving him a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Not as much as I am mom," Brady said, shooting a seductive smile toward
Jason that only he could see.

Caroline and James left, and it took Brady on seconds before he attacked
Jason. Caught off guard, Jason fell back onto the sofa with Brady on top of
him.

"Brady stop...now this isn't right," Jason said, struggling to push the boy
off him.

"It was ok an hour ago dad when your cock was balls deep in my ass," Brady
reminded him and kissed him.

"That was different then, I didn't know that you were my son," Jason said
in his defense.

"So now you know and what does it matter dad, I need that cock of yours
deep in me...now," he said demandingly.

"Brady, that is incest and society would never understand, much less your
mom," he said.

"So fuck them dad, I love you and I want to make love with you," he said
and then the doorbell rang again.

"Thank God for that bell," Jason thought, pushing Brady off and hurrying to
the door.

"Jason, I have a very big favor to ask you," Caroline said stepping into
the room. "James has been called away to his mom's house in St. Louis and
he's asked me to go with him. She had a stroke and he's her only
child. Would you mind keeping Brady for a few days, I hate to ask but
school starts on Monday and I'd hate for him to miss it."

"That would be great mom, sure dad won't mind. It will give us both quality
time together to really find each other," Brady said before his father
could answer.

"I guess it would be fine Caroline, yeah I see nothing wrong with
that. Tell James that I hope she is going to recover," he said.

"He knows where his clothes are and has a key to the apartment so he can
get whatever he needs. You're such a dear Jason," she said, kissing him on
the cheek before leaving.

After the door was closed, Brady leaped into Jason's arms, their mouths
meeting. Jason knew when he was beaten, and gave into the lust that his son
was feeling.

"I want you to know mister, this is not going to be a fuck filled weekend,"
Jason said, carrying the boy to his bedroom.

"Yeah... whatever dad, now take me to bed and fuck the living life out of
me," Brady said.

To be continued...

Well there is my first attempt at writing and I hope that you like it. I
welcome your feedback at jjhoward2@yahoo.com
Thanks.