Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2012 14:48:05 -0600
From: Leon Hall <leon@hallmountain.com>
Subject: The Last Time I Saw Mama

The Last Time I Saw Mama

Chapter 1

by Dream Maker

I know that it's been a while since I've written any stories. This is a
reminder the last ones I wrote were "daddy and me" and "teaching Jason". I
do enjoy and appreciate the responses that came my way. I am still getting
responses today. So with that in mind, I decided to put something else
together. I hope you enjoy it.

Here we go, this story is intended for mature individuals of legal age. If
you are offended by stories of sexual activities, especially, those
involving incest, you should probably not read this story. If you live in
the community where such material is prohibited, you probably shouldn't
read this story. Although the better part of the story is nonfiction, a
small amount of fiction is thrown in to keep it interesting. I leave it to
you to figure which is which. Enjoy, Leon

My drive home from school seemed as though it was taking forever. And to my
surprise, there was very little traffic on the road. All I could do was
think about spending some time with my dad. The more I thought about it,
the harder my cock got.

If I'm going to discuss my anatomical condition, I should probably bring
you up to date. My name is Phil. I attended California State University at
Humboldt, California. I'm driving home after completing my first year. I'm
looking forward to my summer break. I have not seen my dad for the entire
school year. I hope he is looking forward to seeing me as much as I am
looking for to seeing him. I should tell you my dad and I have a special
bonding relationship. Once again, that leads me right into something that
needs to be set up first.

I guess you could say the "bonding experience" between my dad and I began
when I was 10. I remember when it was because I was in sixth grade. My
sixth-grade teacher, Mrs. Stevenson, was, well I didn't know how to express
it until now. She was a knockout. Anyway, back to my story.

My mom and dad divorced during my sixth grade year. I wasn't quite sure
why. I remember when my mom blew up concerning something. There was a lot
of yelling and screaming, and she was doing most of the yelling and
screaming. I heard her clopping throughout the house on our hardwood
floors. I just stayed in my room. Everything became quiet. I put my ear to
the door to see if I could hear anything - nothing. I heard their voices as
they walked to the front yard. When I look out, I saw dad standing beside
the driveway and mom through a suitcase in the backseat, get in the car and
drive off. That was the last time I saw her.

From then on it was just me and my dad. Without mom around he gave me all
of his attention. But one evening his attention became more focused and to
the point. Summer break had just started and it was typically warm around
our place in Van Nuys. Without mom around, dad and I felt no embarrassment
about walking around the house and our underwear. On a couple occasions, I
went downstairs to the living room and saw my dad kicking back on the couch
with no clothing on it all. All I had on were my jockey shorts. I was on my
way to get something to drink out the refrigerator so I really didn't spend
a lot of time watching my naked dad. I glanced in his direction on my way
back to my room and he looked at me and smiled.

It was either pretty late in the evening or pretty early in the morning, I
don't remember which.  I was in my bedroom lying on top of the sheets and
blankets because it was too hot to cover up. Something caused me to wake. I
think it was warm breaths on my abdomen. Opening my eyes, I saw my dad
kneeling on the floor next to my bed. It was dark enough that he didn't see
me open my eyes. What little light I had in my bedroom came from the
streetlight through my bedroom window. I only had my eyes open for a brief
moment but it was long enough to realize my dad was not wearing anything. I
kept my eyes closed, not knowing what to expect next.

Then my dad took my tiny penis, (what the hell, it's called a cock) into
his hand. He held it in his hand and rubbed the tip with his thumb. It sent
shivers up and down my back. But I kept my eyes closed. I guess I kept them
closed because I was not sure what I would say if he noticed me watching
him. And besides, it felt pretty good. As he felt the head of my cock the
shaft jump to attention. Then he began to rub up and down the shaft with
his thumb and finger. I could hardly contain myself. What happened next was
something my 10 year old mind never thought about. He lowered his head and
took my cock and tiny balls all into his mouth. With his mouth closed he
began to encircle my cock with his tongue. I let out a whispered moan.

After he hurt me moan, he took my cock out of his mouth, and looked at my
face. He could see my eyes were wide open. "You want me to stop, son?"

"No, I like the way it feels daddy." Once again, he put my cock into his
mouth. But this time, he moved his lips up and down my shaft causing me to
get harder and harder. I guess he thought he could do it because he knew I
was awake and he really didn't need to be sneaky. He said, "You smell so
good baby. And your tiny dick taste so good." He continued with, what I
know now, was my first blow job. My moans grew louder in my head thrashed
from side to side. I had never felt anything so good in my life.

"Don't stop, please don't stop, daddy." I said, almost begging. He
continued to suck. As he was sucking, he began rolling my little balls
around between his forefinger and his thumb. I felt my stomach began to
tighten. I began moving my hips up and down causing my cock to go faster in
and out of his mouth. My stomach tightened and it was almost too much to
bear. I grabbed the covers of my bed with both hands and held tight. All of
a sudden, I began jerking, uncontrollably. It felt like I was going to
explode. Then he slowed down his sucking and let my balls loose. he looked
in my eyes and smiled.

"Did you like that son? His voice was so loving.

"Yes daddy. That was the bestess feeling I ever had." I released the covers
from my hands that were gripping them. I clasp my fingers together and put
my hand behind my head.

"I'm glad son. You know, daddy loves you very much. One of these days
you're going to feel some stuff shooting at of that cock of yours. And if
you're anything like your old dad, it's going to be a huge amount." He
pushed away from my bed and stood up. It was then I saw his cock was fully
erect. Of course, I had seen it before, but never sticking straight out the
way it was then. I remember thinking how huge it was. The top of the looked
like the helmet that Darth Vader wore. I remember seeing some shiny liquid
coming out of the hole. I would later learn people called it pre-cum.

Daddy stroked his large cock a few times and turned and walked out of my
bedroom. As he turned to close my door, he gave me a smile. I felt like I
was still floating on a cloud. I reached down and took a hold of my cock.
The head was extremely sensitive, almost to the point where it hurt. All I
knew at that point was I needed to pee. I got out of bed and walked to the
bathroom. The bathroom was between my dad's room in mind. For a long time
we were very careful to make sure it was not in use before entering.
Lately, it seemed as though it didn't matter. I lifted the lid and stood on
my toes. I pointed my still hard cock towards toilet bowl.  When I began to
pee it felt like it burned a little. But it wasn't bad. I returned to my
bed. I don't remember falling asleep.