Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2000 22:47:14 GMT
From: Nathan Ruiz <bilatinguy2@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Father and I (incest)

NOTE: THIS STORY IS FICTIONAL AND NOT REAL. EMAIL ME IF YOU THINK THIS STORY
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PART ONE --

		This is a story about incest. There, I said it. Incest is
sex between family members. Something I didn't agree to with at first but
it's something that happens and something I can't stop. Now whether or not
the father/son, brother/brother, cousin/cousin, etc. participates are
enjoying sexual intercourse with each other usually depends on the people
performing the activities. My point is, incest happens, and sometimes it's
something wanted by two people and sometimes it isn't. This story is about
a father, James, and his 21 year old son, Mark. Their mother is living on
her own, a deadbeat mother, who is out drunk somewhere and divorced from
the father.  The son is an only child. And they have just moved into a two
story home somewhere in Texas. A week into the new home, on one night, the
incest curiosity began. This is their story.

		It was a summer day, no school, no work, just a day for
James and his son to spend all day together at home. Neither wanted to go
out and do anything.  They played basketball shirtless out in the driveway,
and walked around the house shirtless all day.  Neither really leering at
one another because they were use to seeing each other half naked but never
completely naked. Watching television in the living room, and eating dinner
in front of the television as real men do, the night was coming fast and it
seems like any ordinary night. Both had already taken showers for the
night, and were dressed in their boxers and only their boxers. Again,
neither really didn't mind the other was nearly naked. Mark got up telling
his father he was going to turn in and check him e-mail kissing his dad on
the cheek. He was used to it and still didn't outgrow it, the kissing your
parents before bed procedure. James watched his son walk away towards the
stairs, watching his back, his arms, his butt, and his legs. My god he
thought to himself, my son has one hell of a body, just like his
father. Only thing was James was hairy on his chest, legs and forearms, but
his son was smooth all over, well except under his 6pack of course.
		Upstairs, Mark jogged up the stairs, looking back watching
if his was alone and walked into this bedroom switching on this computer
and closing the door. Signing on, he immediately got a request for a chat
from a familiar name he knew, Daddy4Son. He told the Instant Message hello
and he got a reply from a guy who had been talking to the son for awhile
now. They chatted about what they had done all day, and the guy teasing the
son about being with his father sexually. Mark smiled rubbing his half
erect dick getting aroused by the man online talking dirty to him. Now the
son has shown interest in having sex with his own father and role-playing
an older guy online, but never really had sex with a guy, an older guy to
be exact. This fantasy did cross Mark's mind alot.  Daddy4Son asked if he
could call him and talk dirty to him. Mark said yes and put his high tech
phone on flash mode, a silent ring. Mark dropped his boxers and whipped out
his hard on, and began phone dad sex with the guy. Precum leaking on his
legs and just horny as hell.
		Downstairs, James was in the kitchen drinking a beer from
the fridge, his first for the day, and had an erection in his boxers. He
reached into his underwear pulling it out looking for his son, making sure
he wasn't around and let the boxes fall to the tile floor. Placing the beer
down, the father began to masturbate. Spitting on his cock and hand for
extra lube, his hips humping his tight hand, closing his eyes and pinching
his erect nipples. There was differently sex in the air.
		After a short while, James shot his cum across the kitchen
landing on some cabinet doors. He quickly cleaned up on all fours naked,
his boxers lying close to him. Upstairs, his son was just cumming to the
sound of Daddy4Son's voice groaning and moaning to phone sex. Mark shot his
cum on his chest and hand, quickly cleaning it up with Kleenex nearby,
putting the phone down to toss the cum covered tissue into the
toilet. Picking the phone back up with a now limp dick, he thanked
Daddy4Son and told him he had to go, didn't want to get caught. The man
teased Mark about the father catching him having phone sex on the phone, it
would lead open to a sexual introduction between father and son. Mark
laughed it off and told the man that would never happen, but in the back of
his mind, he wanted it to happen, real bad and tonight if he could. He told
the man good bye by kissing on the phone to the guy and slipped up his
boxes. He sat back in his chair turning off the computer wondering about
his father.
		Well, soon his imagination got the best of him and one
thing led to another, Mark began to kiss the air, imagining his father's
lips were right in front of him. He closed his eyes, tilting his head,
sticking his tongue out, moaning softly to himself. He even started to rock
his upper body back and forth using his head to grab his father's imaginary
head to help him get a better kiss. Then, out of the blue, a voice asked
him what he was doing. Mark stopped and got up with a full erection
knocking over his chair. The father smiled wanting to laugh but didn't. All
Mark could say was `Dad!'. His father asked again. Mark finally replied
telling him that he was just trying to teach himself to kiss a girl. The
father, amused, believed it, and pointed at his son's erection. Mark
quickly sat down on his bed grabbing a pillow to cover the erection. He
kept apologizing to his father, but James just told him that it was okay,
and he had nothing to worry about. His fatherly advice today was that when
people are alone, they tend to do act out certain private things. He picked
up the chair sitting next to his sun, placing his large hand on his bare
back rubbing it in a circle telling him it's okay.
		Mark now laughed and smiled nodding his head up and
down. James then asked his son, `So, you want to learn out to kiss,
huh?'. Mark liked the fact that his father could tell teach him, it kept
the erection he had full salute.  James then told his son that you need
something there to kiss on then just air. It's not the same thing. He told
him that he could use his hand, make it like a fist. He showed him by
kissing his own fist, his really big wet tongue coming out to lick. Mark
whispered to himself, wow, and made his own fist and started to kiss
it. His father watched his son do this, and noticed he was doing it
wrong. He put his son's hand down and held his own fist up to his lips and
told his son to kiss his hand. Mark looked at his father questionable and
nodded his head for yes, closed his eyes and kissed his father's hand
softly. Tasting his salty skin, feeling this father's flesh in his mouth
ignited precum to erupt from his own erection.
		His father took his hand away from his sexually aroused son
to wipe off the spit from his hand. `That's good son, but you need to
not be so rough and fast.' Mark asked him then how should he kiss. James
told his son the only way to learn is to kiss another person. He knew his
son didn't have a girlfriend, and was not sure how experienced he was when
it came to kissing. Mark asked `How can I learn to kiss, the only other
person here is you'. James smiled telling his son that he knew that and it
would be all right if he wanted to use him as a test subject. A learning
curve. Mark smiled. `Okay'

		James told his son to come at him, like he was going to
kiss a girl. Mark leaned close to his father, placing his hand on his hard,
muscled thigh, feeling the tingling sensation from his hairy legs, moving
his lips close to his fathers. He licked his lips on the way, now touching
his lips on his own father's. James opened his mouth tilting his head
letting his son tilt his own head, as they kissed long and
passionately. All they could hear in the silent room was the sound of their
lips smacking. Mark, without thinking, started to run his hand up his
father's thigh, into his father's boxers.  James stopped pulling his son's
hand out of his boxers telling his hot and breathing hard son to not do
that. Mark apologized saying he was getting into the moment, then following
that statement with a quick reference to him reach up a girls skirt. His
father laughed nodding okay. They both sat there, Mark incredibly horny and
willing to kiss his father more, but didn't know how to approach him for
another kiss. Then, without wasting anytime, James leaned closer to his
son, Mark turning his head. Watching his father's hand on his son's bare
thigh, and his father's lips moving in to his own lips to kiss him. Mark
was silent and let his father kiss him. Oh, he enjoyed the kiss. Even more
erotic and more passionate then the first. His father was doing most of the
work here.
		Suddenly, Mark pulled away pushing his father back. James
licked his lips clean asking what's wrong. He knew why he pushed him
away. James asked, `You never been frenched kiss?' Mark said no, and
was wiping his lips with his hand. His father told him that instead of just
kissing on the lips, you open your mouth a little wider using your
tongue. He then asked his son if he wanted to try it. Mark this time moved
in closer to his father placing his hand on his father's hairy chest,
feeling the hard pec and erect nipple, touching his father's lips
again. James placed his hand on the back of his son's head, both tilting
their heads left and right, really getting into kissing. Closing his eyes,
Mark could now feel his father's big wet tongue enter his own mouth. He
felt the tongue rub against his own, touching his own tongue, tasting his
own father's hot tongue. They continued to kiss long and without
stopping. Mark ran his fingers over to his father's nipple, using his thumb
to circle the nipple, massaging it, playing with it. Their lips now
smacking, taking a quick breath to continue to kiss longer. To Mark, it
felt like an eternity kissing his own father. James ran his hand up his
son's boxers spreading his son's legs open, running his finger oh so close
to his son's hairy bush. He knew his son had a hard on, and it wasn't going
down.
		James took his lips away from his son, bringing out his
tongue running it down his son's neck. Feeling his son's hot breath near
him, kissing his neck, bringing out his hand to gently grab his son's neck,
positioning to look at him. Their eyes in direct contact, his son breathing
hard and hot. James took his son again on the lips, Mark now feeling the
tongue inside his mouth. Mark began to suck on it, like a dick. Finally
they part, James pulling his lips away licking his lips, watching his son
sit back breathing fast.  James was also now breathing fast and was
sporting his own giant tent under his boxers topped off with a large wet
spot. Mark noticed it then looking back to his father's face. James grabs
his hard on telling his son that he was one hell of a kisser. A
natural. Mark tells his father that he's even a better one. James stood up
telling his son that was how to kiss another person. He never used the word
`girl', he just used the word person.


		Mark couldn't take his eyes off his father's erection.
James noticed him looking at it, and called his attention to his face. `You
know Mark, we both have erections because kissing is erotic and will turn
anyone on. It's okay to get aroused by kissing me.' Mark stood up to show
off his own erection under his boxers. James laughed asking if his son
needed anything else, any other advice. Mark wanted oh so bad to tell him
that he wondered about sex with another guy but just couldn't bring himself
to ask him. He told him that was all. James sounding a little disappointed
said okay and was heading towards the door when Mark called him to stop and
come back. James did as he was told by his son and approached him, both
standing fully erect in front of each other, both still hard. Mark asked if
he could kiss his father once more, one more time for practice. James said
yes and for Mark to make the first move. Mark was almost as tall as his
father, his father standing 6' 2", and Mark standing 5'8".
		Mark placed his hands on his father's torso pushing his
father close to him, both erections finally rubbing up against each other,
but separated by the fabric of their boxers. James bowed his head into his
son's waiting lips and they kissed again. Mark rubbed his hips into his
father's erection running his hands back to his father's back, reaching
into his father's boxers, having each hand grab each butt cheek. Kissing
hotter then ever, James reached his hands into his son's boxers grabbing
his son's ass, pushing his son's hips into his hard erection. Now running
his middle finger between this son's cheeks, finding his hole and
penetrating it softly and gently.  Mark let out a long moan liking his
father penetrating his ass. His father inserted his entire large long
finger into his son's ass, feeling his son's hole close down around it. His
father kissed his son's neck as Mark moaned more loudly. His own hands were
now searching his own father's ass finding it, a little hairy, but it's the
way he liked it. He penetrated his own father's hole now. His father moaned
loud, followed by him taking his son's lips hard and angry kissing him a
little rougher, running his finger in and out of his son's hole finally
pulling it out stopping everything.
		Mark pulled his own finger out and stepped away. James told
his son that they should stop, it's not right for them to do this, and he
just wanted to teach his son how to kiss. Mark nodded his head and told his
father he understood. James, fully aroused and god damn horny told his son
that he was headed off for bed and if he needed anything else, to just walk
in and let him know. Mark told his father okay and watched his father leave
his room, closing the door behind him. Mark was so damn horny that he
didn't care if his father now caught him masturbating. He dropped his
boxers kicking them off sitting into bed beginning to jack off hard and
fast. Now James was in his room, the door closed and did the same thing.
Naked, he didn't care if his son walked in on him. He wanted him to, but
had to leave the decision to his son. Lying in bed, James jacked off his
long thick 9" cock pumping it hard and fast. He lifted his legs up high
using his other hand to finger his hole and to enjoy the moment. In both
rooms, both father and son were masturbating thinking about the other.
Neither got up to go to either room, and neither didn't mind about making
some noise. James even got to rocking his bed back and forth, causing the
bed to hit the wall every so often. That night, at that moment, nothing
happened together between them. But after both men ejaculated, they had no
idea what was going to happen that same night at 3:42 a.m.


To be continued...