Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2013 13:17:10 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Night Comfort

			       NIGHT COMFORT
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     I was lying in bed in the darkness when that darkness was broken by
the door to my bedroom opening. I was turned away from the door, but from
the light and the small noises that followed, bare feet on carpet padding
over to me, I knew who my visitor was. "Go back to bed, Mikey."
     "I can't sleep." Mikey complained. Then, the same question I'd heard
much too often for the last two weeks. "When's Momma coming home?"
     Never, was my answer, but I couldn't bring myself to say it
anymore. Mikey was too young, he couldn't wrap his brain around the idea
that his mother was now dead. I'd told him again and again and now, here,
in the night, I didn't feel up to saying it all over again. Especially
since it always ended with Mikey in tears. Death is a frightening enough
concept even in daylight! No, I'd insist upon Mikey dealing with the
concept during the day, but not at night. At night, only words of comfort
for my son! "Not for a long, long time." I settled for saying. Let
psychologists curse me out...it worked. Mikey didn't cry.
     "Oh. I miss her."
     "I miss her, too." I said, fighting back my tears. I'd cried for
Eleanor too much already, I told myself sternly. After a while, it's not
mourning, it's self-pity. Nights, I'd found were the worst for bouts of
self-pity rising up and sitting on your chest hard as a lump of iron. And
Mikey needed me to be strong. Bad enough to lose one parent without the
other one turning into a lump of mush.
     "Can I sleep with you tonight, Daddy? If Momma's not coming back
tonight, I mean."
     "Sure, baby, sure." I said. Mikey needed extra comforting these days,
he missed his mother a lot. So did I, frankly. When he sidled in next to me
and hugged me, I was quick to hug him back. My hands and arms wrapped
around him and I felt him up and down and.... "Mikey, you're not wearing
any clothes!" I chided him. My hand had found his butt, and I had my hand
on a naked ham instead of a pair of Spiderman briefs. I gave his butt cheek
a squeeze to keep it all lighthearted and then moved my hand upwards.
     "Sure, Daddy, you know I sleep naked." Mikey said. "Ever since it got
warm. Mommy said I could, soon as I wouldn't get cold."
     How do you argue with that? "All right." I said. "It's okay for
tonight, I guess."
     Mikey snuggled in tighter and that pushed his little dick right up
against my stomach. I countered this by turning onto my side and he pushed
in tight against me and that dick of his was now on my side. Better, I
guess, not that Mikey knew what he was doing, other than snuggling up to
his Daddy in bed. I could live with his little-boy wiener pushing against
my body.
     Mikey hummed and moved against me, loving on me. His hand was rubbing
my chest and stomach. "You feel nice and warm, Daddy." He hummed. "I like
sleeping with you."
     "You feel pretty good yourself, Mikey." I sighed. His hand was very
much like Eleanor's when she would get to feeling...frisky...at night.
     Mikey's hand wandered and went a little too far down. I was wearing
boxers myself, and his hand went down to where my boner was tenting them
up. "What's that?" he asked.
     "It's nothing." I said, pushing his hand away.
     But he promptly put it back again, and more "on target." Hell, Mikey
had hold of my dong through my boxers' cloth! "That's not nothing, Daddy!"
he said accusingly. "That's your thing!"
     "Yes, it is." I detached his hand from it again and this time I held
onto it. His other hand was around my neck so I was clear from his
investigations. "Don't worry about it."
     "Why is it so hard?" Mikey wanted to know.
     "It gets that way sometimes, when you grow up." I explained best I
could. "It's a grown-up thing."
     My word choice was poor, I know! Mikey seized upon it. "It sure is a
grown-up's thing. It's all grown up!"
     "I mean, having your thing get big and hard sometimes is what happens
when you grow up." I clarified.
     "Oh." Mikey was never satisfied with an answer when he said "Oh." "So
why does it happen?"
     "It just does. Especially when someone touches it and...and such."
     "Yeah? Did Mom touch it for you?"
     "Yeah." I sighed, hurting all over again at that. "Your Mom touched it
all the time. Made it feel real good." I was musing to myself more than
trying to explain to Mikey, but of course, Mikey heard every word.
     "Does it feel good when someone touches it for you, Daddy? I know mine
feels good when I touch it the right way."
     Hoo, boy, the trouble with kids Mikey's age is that they are brim full
of questions you wish you didn't have to answer! But Eleanor's rule
(Eleanor!) was that if a child asks a question, he deserves a straight
answer. "Yes, Mikey, my thing feels really good is someone touches it the
right way. It makes me feel real good."
     "Okay, Daddy." Now THAT was his response when he was done questioning.
     I breathed a huge sigh of relief and dared to let go of his hand and
rumple his hair affectionately. "Why do you ask so many questions, Mikey?"
     "Because Mommy's not here." Mikey answered with cruel logic. "I can't
ask her my questions, so I have to ask you."
     "Oh." And I had to fight back the tears. I didn't want Mikey to hear
me cry, but it had only been two weeks, it still hurt so damned much! Oh,
Eleanor, Eleanor, why did you have to leave me! Even in my thoughts I knew
how unfair that was, she'd died in an automobile accident, she hadn't gone
away, or no further than the cemetary only three miles away.
     But I didn't stifle my sobs very well. "Daddy?" Came Mikey's soft
question. "Are you crying?"
     "A little." I admitted, and snuffled noisily.
     "You miss Mommy too, huh?"
     "Yeah, Mikey. I miss Mommy a whole, whole lot."
     "Me, too." Mikey said. And he hugged me real, real tight. I reached my
arm around and hugged him to me as well. We were still in the position of
his front to my side, but I was about to turn and take him fully in my
arms, when it happened.
     Mikey reached down and caught hold of my cock. This time, he got his
hand right inside the flap of the boxers and caught hold of the entire,
unfettered, unadulterated organ in a full little-boy grip. And before I
could reach down and catch hold of his hand and pull it away again, he
began to pump my cock up and down.
     My hand was in mid-flight and it crashed in flames on my stomach, my
arm too weak to sustain its altitude. His hand felt so good! I couldn't
help it, it felt so good! I hadn't jerked off since well before the
accident, and that had been nearly a month ago. Eleanor had lingered for
ten full days before giving up the spirit, before I'd had to sign the paper
letting them turn off the machines, before the time to start planning a
funeral that couldn't happen for four more days if her parents were to
attend, and they had to attend. A month, a full month, since my last
episode of making love. My cock was charged to the brim and then some with
untapped jizz, and it all surged to electrical life at Mikey's first touch.
     "Ah-uh, huh, guh!" I groaned out! "Ah-uh, gah, hah!"
     "You like that, Daddy?" Mikey asked me as he flogged my dong! "Does
that make you feel better?"
     "Ah, uh, guh!" I groaned. "Uh, ah, sort of, Mikey."
     "Oh." Not the right answer from Mikey. He sped up his hand. "I guess I
wasn't doing it fast enough, then, huh?"
     "Uh, ah, ah, uh!" I gasped.
     "Is this what Mom used to do for you, Daddy?"
     That smarted, but not as much as it could have. Maybe Mikey's pumping
my dick WAS the solution to my pain of loss. Hard to feel sorry for
yourself when you're having your cock pounded hard and fast. "One of the
things, Mikey."
     "What else did she do for you, Dad? Huh, Daddy, what else did she do?"
     "She...uh, huh!...she would put her mouth on it, work it with her lips
up and down." I groaned.
     "I can do that." Mikey bragged and proceeded to slide down under the
covers.
     I pulled the covers away from the two of us. Partly to make it easier
for Mikey to get down there, partly so I could see this. My little boy, my
so-cute, so adorable little boy, was about to chow down on my pud. I wasn't
forcing him to do anything, just not stopping him from what he wanted to
do. Call me perverted, but I wanted to see this!
     I watched his small, white body moving on the bed like a dream
creature, and as unreal looking to me. This was the night, this was the
darkness, this was nothing to do with things as they were in the daytime. I
could let my son suck my cock in the darkness. It didn't mean anything, and
it felt so good, so sweet. His lips kissed my glans and it was like the
kiss of a fairy on a flower petal, and as gossamer-light. Then he sank down
onto my cock with his mouth and lips and that was like a ring of warmth and
wetness circling my dong, the slippery lips clutched and slid back up my
cock-shaft and in its motion there was only joy, no guilt to it at all, not
even at the fact that it wasn't my wife (my wife!) doing this, it was my
son, and that was a part of my wife, wasn't it? And a part of me, and
there's nothing wrong with me touching myself, was there? All of it was
good, all of it was right, all of it was so, so good!
     "Ah, yeah, Mikey, that's the way, that's the way." I murmured as he
slurped at my prick. "Just suck that big shaft like it was a candy stick or
something, suck up hard and slide it back down, yeah, oh, yeah!" Waves of
ecstasy were washing over me as my son plied his lips on my prong, it was
like this was what I'd been waiting for ever since my wife had
died. Waiting for her replacement to step in and take over for her. My son,
the replacement lover, had begun his new job pleasing his Daddy.
     I reached under and between his legs and my fingers caught hold of his
little prick, and felt how even though a totally immature and tiny version
of a prick, it was just as hard as mine. I hadn't known that about a kid,
that he could get an erection, he just didn't have any length to his cock
to call attention to it.
     I worked his pud and Mikey grunted happily as he repaid my efforts by
sucking me harder and faster. His grunts were getting intense in a hurry,
but my own delight was rocketing up fast, this was going to be a real photo
finish!
     "Oh, oh, I'm coming, Mikey, I'm coming, baby, going to shoot it, going
to shoot it hard!" I groaned. "Oh, baby, here it comes, ah-huh,
GUH-UH-UH-UH, HUH-HUHHHHH!" and I blasted my load of hot jizz right into my
son's hot mouth.
     Mikey grunted in surprise but he didn't turn loose, not with his Daddy
moaning for joy under him, he held on and began to gulp me down. I was too
dazzled by orgasm to question it, I just squirted it out and he drank me
down, and kept on drinking until every last drop of my joy-load had been
pumped up into his hot young mouth and swallowed down his tender boy
throat.
     "AH, HAH, AH-HAH, AH, AH, AH, ah, hah, ah, hah, hah, hahhhhhhh!" I
grunted in my post-climactic pleasure, for Mikey continued to suckle me as
ardently as before, and only when the last aftershocks of my climax had
ended and I was quiet did he let me go, my cock by now only a softening
puddle of man-flesh.
     "Wow, Daddy, that was awesome!" he gushed at me. "All that hot juice,
what was that, Daddy, that wasn't pee, I know, it was too good to be pee,
what was it, Daddy, huh, what was it?"
     "Uh, huh! That was, uh! That was come, baby! Hoo!" I panted. "Thick
white stuff, hooh! That you shoot out...huh!...when you get older."
     "Yeah?" Mikey's voice was awe-struck for certain. "I wish I could have
seen it, Daddy. You say it was white?"
     "White as snow." I agreed.
     "Wow!" Mikey marveled. "Awesome!"
     "It sure was." I said. "Man, I hadn't come in a long time, and you got
all of it. Whew! Baby, you really sucked cock good!"
     "Yeah? Well, I eat a lot of peppermint candy." Mikey said
truthfully. "I just sucked it like it was was one of those big sticks you
get at Christmas."
     "You did it perfectly."
     "Just like Mom would have?"
     A pang hit me. "Yeah, Mikey, just like Mom would have."
     "She's going to be gone a long time, huh?
     "A long, long time, Son. I'm sorry, but you won't be seeing her any
time soon." Maybe in Heaven, I almost added, but cut it off. That was for
daytime, when Mikey would have the light to help him deal with it. For now,
for the night, my answer was that she was gone for a long time and nothing
beyond that. I'd deal with any other issues that came up when they came
up. Only words of comfort at night for my son.
     "Well, until she comes back, Daddy...?" Mikey paused.
     "Yes, Son?"
     "...until she comes back, Daddy, can I sleep with you every night?"
     I chuckled and rumpled his hair. "You sure can, Son."
     Mikey snuggled back under my arm and I pulled the covers up over
us. "That's good, Daddy." Mikey said. "I miss Mommy, but it doesn't hurt as
much when I'm sleeping with you."
     "I know what you mean." I told my little cock-monkey son. "I feel the
same way."
     "And when you get to feeling bad, missing Mom, I'll make you feel all
better again."
     "Sounds like a plan to me." I agreed.
     And I slept with Mikey up against me, all warm and soft and THERE, and
slept soundly for the first time since the accident. There would still be
bad times ahead for us, but for now, this would work, the two of us
comforting each other in the night.
     This would work just fine.

				  THE END
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