Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2013 10:18:32 -0500
From: Jim Vance <jimvance2@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Lovers and the Ghost - 1

                    The Lovers and the Ghost
                          By Jim Vance
                   Copyright 2012 by Jim Vance
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                               One
   Frank sat on his recliner with his twelve year old son Tad  on
his  lap.  There was a blanket over the two. The two  were  naked
under  the  blanket, but only they knew that. Frank  stroked  his
son's erection with one finger while they smiled at each other.
   Michelle, his wife was on her way to work. She worked  on  the
night  shift at the hospital just two miles down the street  from
their house.
   "Aren't  you a little old to be sitting on your father's  lap?
You're what eight now?" she asked her son. He laughed. It  was  a
game he and his mom played. Tad was twelve.
   "If  he  likes it and I like it, why not?" Frank said to  her.
She kissed both of them before heading to the garage for her car.
   Once  they heard the car drive off, Tad pressed his  mouth  to
his  father's. His father's tongue entered his mouth. They kissed
as lovers, which they were.
   Tad  felt his father's large, strong, hairy body. It made  him
feel  safe  to  have such a big masculine man as a father  and  a
lover. Tad moaned softly as his father's large hands caressed his
body. Tad actually trembled with pleasure.
   Frank  was  six-foot six. His wife was petite, measuring  only
five-foot one. Their son took after his mother. He was small  for
his  age, only forty inches tall, and would never be a large man.
The huge disparity in their sizes excited Frank tremendously. His
son  was  similar to his mother in every way, except  one.  While
Michelle was almost indifferent to sex, Tad was as horny  as  his
father.  His  son initiated sex constantly, any time  he  thought
they  could get away with it. Every time his wife left the  room,
his  son  unzipped  Frank's  pants and  reached  inside  for  his
favorite  toy. Since his wife avoided looking at Frank's  crotch,
he  assumed  she didn't notice the fact that he was  always  hard
when she entered a room.
   The  pair  would spend this evening as they did most evenings,
making  love  until it was time to sleep. Tad  loved  making  his
father come and he had become very, very good at it.
   Tad's  roving  hand  settled on one of his  father's  nipples,
almost hidden below black fur on Frank's chest. He pulled  on  it
as  they kissed. Tad could feel his father's erection under  him.
He grinned as he thought about how much fun they would have.
   Frank  slipped his hand under his son and fingered  his  hole.
Tad had applied plenty of Vaseline to it.
   "That's yours, Daddy."
   "I know and I am a lucky man."
   "I  wonder  if we can fit that big cock of yours  in  my  tiny
hole."
   Frank  chuckled. "You mean like we somehow manage to do  every
evening?" Tag grinned and sighed.
   "I love your cock, Dad. I really do!"
   "Oh,  I am aware of just how much you love it. After all,  you
wrote a poem about it." They both laughed.
   Tad  recited  it for his proud dad. "My best friend  is  Pete.
Though we must be discrete. He's attached to my dad. And he loves
when I'm bad. He has only one eye. But his looks make me sigh. He
feeds  me each day. In my favorite way. Once he goes deep inside.
I am ready for a ride."
   "Oh! You've added two lines!"
   "Yes.  I  want  to  keep making it grow."  Tad  grinned.  "The
poem."
   "You don't want to make Pete grow?"
   "Pete  is  always  full  grown.  You  told  me  he  gets  soft
sometimes, but I've never seen him that way."
   Frank laughed. "That's because he loves you so much."
   "We had to do a poem yesterday for school. I really wanted  to
use this one."
   "Your teacher would have a heart attack."
   Pete  was the name Tad had given his father's cock. His mother
thought  Pete was a friend of Tad's from school. Both father  and
son enjoyed speaking about Pete in front of the boy's mother.
   The  previous day, Tad told his mom, "Pete and I  played  hide
and seek, Mom."
   "Did you both have a good time?" his mom asked.
   "Oh, yes. But we stopped when you got back from the store."
   "I  hope I am going to meet Pete soon. Your father seems  fond
of him."
   "We both are," Frank had said.
   Once  his  mother  had asked how big Pete was.  She  was  very
conscious of her son's small stature and was protective of him.
   "He's  ten  and a half," Tad said. He knew. He and his  father
measured Pete with a ruler.
   "Almost eleven," Frank added, smugly.
   Another time, his mother suggested inviting Pete to spend  the
night  with  Tad. Both Tad and Frank thought that  was  a  simply
wonderful idea.
   "Won't that be great, son?" Frank asked.
   "Yes, Dad!"
   "You  would both have to sleep in your bed. Do you think  Pete
would mind?" she asked Tad.
   "No. Mom. I think Pete would love that!"
   Tad  switched  to pulling his father's other nipple.  He  slid
his  other hand down his father's hairy belly to his thick  pubic
hair.
   "Pete is drooling, Tad."
   "Yum!"
   "Oh! That's right! You love it when he drools!"
   "I do. I love it even more when he spits in my mouth!"
   "I  have  a  feeling  he  will do that  at  least  twice  this
evening."
   Frank  laughed  at the huge grin that appeared  on  his  son's
face.  He  sighed contentedly. How many fathers could make  their
sons happy simply by ejaculating into their mouths?
   "You  are  Pete's absolute favorite person.  As  a  matter  of
fact, you are the only person he really likes."
   Tad sighed. He was happy.
   Tad  ran  his  hands over his father's broad  shoulders.  They
kissed again.
   "Did your balls work hard today at work?" Tad asked.
   "They  always  do. They know there is a hungry little  boy  at
home. And he must be fed."
   "Must-always-be-fed!" Tad said. They laughed.
   Tad  stroked  his  father's  stubbly  cheek  before  playfully
licking  his dad's lips. They kissed again, and that was  another
thing  they had in common. They both loved to kiss and they spent
a  lot  of  time doing it. Tad reached under him for his father's
cock.  The end was wet. Pete really was drooling. Tad pulled  the
blanket off them and leaned back to admire his sexy father.
   Frank  basked in his son's lust. His son worshipped his  body.
Between orgasms, his son loved licking and kissing every inch  of
his  father's body. His son even rimmed him, which was  something
no  one else had ever done to Frank. The touch of his son's small
tongue  on  his shithole could always make Frank's cock painfully
hard  again, no matter how many times his son had made him  come.
Frank  put  his hands behind his head and watched his son's  eyes
devour him.
   "You want me."
   "I do, Dad. More than anything."
   "Some boys like sports, games, toys."
   "They don't have what I have."
   "No," Frank said.
   "I have exactly what I want."
   "Do  you,  Tad?  Don't  you ever wish we  were  off  somewhere
together, just the two of us?" Frank asked. "Somewhere  we  could
be  ourselves,  without listening for the car or footsteps?"  Tad
did  wish  that. He imagined his dad divorcing his mom. He  would
then  move  in with his dad. He knew he might miss  her,  but  he
could talk to her on the phone.
   "If you divorced Mom, could I live with you?"
   Frank  sighed.  "Probably not until you are  a  little  older.
Why? Do you want me to?"
   "I  don't know. Maybe. Then we could be alone as often  as  we
wanted. I wish we had been able to go camping."
   Frank  nodded. He and Tad had planned a camping trip together.
They  actually  planned to check into a hotel and  have  sex  all
weekend.  Michelle  decided she wanted to go,  which  ruined  the
whole thing.
   "Someday we will, I promise you."
   Tad  got  down  on  the floor between his  father's  legs.  He
looked  at  his father's cock and then leaned forward and  kissed
it.  He  admired his father's balls which hung low and rested  on
the seat of his recliner. They were still nice and smooth.
   Frank  enjoyed the moment. His son loved looking at his  cock,
and  he  had  since the first time Frank showed  it  to  him.  He
recalled  that  first time. He entered his son's  room  with  the
intention  of  explaining sex to him and the hope of  much,  much
more.  His  son's  eyes widened when Frank pulled  his  underwear
down.  Tad  had been making Frank hard for months, so of  course,
his cock was very stiff. Tad gasped. Then he ran delicate fingers
over it, making Frank gasp. He remembered how shocked he was when
Tad  leaned  forward and kissed it. It was love at  first  sight.
Fifteen  minutes after he entered his son's bedroom, he  had  fed
his son his first mouthful of spunk. His son smacked his lips and
asked  his shocked but pleased father for more. Later that night,
after  his wife was asleep, he carefully got out of bed and  went
back into his son's bedroom. He slipped into his son's bed naked.
His  son woke and was delighted to find his father there. He  was
even  more delighted to find him naked. He undressed quickly  and
was  naked  in  his father's arms in seconds. They  shared  their
first  passionate kiss that night. By the time he left his  son's
room,  he had come three more times, and his son made him promise
they  would  do  it every night. Frank's life changed  completely
after  that. His wife commented several times about his  newfound
happiness. Only Frank and his son knew why.
   Frank's  own introduction to sex was not nearly as smooth.  He
woke  one  night  when  he was twelve to find  his  naked  father
climbing  on  top  of him. He had no idea why.  When  his  father
pushed  his tongue into Frank's mouth, he was in shock.  Soon  he
responded  to his father's kiss, however. His father  rolled  him
onto  his stomach and pulled Frank's pajama bottoms off. He  told
him to be brave and forced his greased cock into Frank's hole. He
covered  Frank's  mouth  and kept saying,  "Shh,  shh."  It  hurt
terribly at first His father stayed still until some of the  pain
subsided.
   "Better?" his dad asked. Frank nodded.
   His  father began fucking him and Frank started to  enjoy  it.
When  his  father called him his beautiful, beautiful son  as  he
fucked  him,  Frank  was actually proud. After  his  father  came
inside  him,  they  kissed for almost an hour.  Then  his  father
fucked  him on his back and Frank could see his father's face  as
he  fucked him. Frank ran his hands over his father's body,  just
as  Tad  loved to do. For the next six years, his father  visited
him  twice a week, on Fridays and on Tuesdays. He never knew  why
his  father chose those days, or why only twice a week.  For  his
thirteenth  birthday present, his father allowed  Frank  to  fuck
him,  but only that once. His father complained the entire  time.
Frank's  cock was already bigger than his father's  when  he  was
thirteen. Frank planned to give his son the same present. He  had
a  feeling Tad would refuse. Tad loved being fucked, despite  the
pain.  Frank  had never been nearly as enthusiastic  about  being
fucked.
   The  first time Frank fucked Tad, he spent two hours carefully
stretching his anus. He was determined not to cause his son pain.
When  his son grew impatient and insisted he fuck him, he finally
pushed inside. He could tell Tad was in pain, but Tad told him it
was  worth  it.  After  Frank came, he  whispered,  "Now  we  are
lovers," in Tad's ear. His son moaned and kissed him.
   Frank  was  brought back to the present when  Tad  pulled  the
foreskin  down and admired the head. Then he wrapped  both  hands
around  the  shaft  and began licking the  head.  He  gave  it  a
thorough  tongue bath. Tad loved the velvety feeling of the  head
of  his father's cock. It felt so nice against his tongue.  Frank
thought it felt pretty damn nice, too. Then, Frank sighed as  his
son's mouth enveloped his erection. He looked into his son's eyes
as  he  was  fellated. There was a question in those eyes.  Frank
knew  the question was, am I doing it right, Daddy? Frank  nodded
and  his  son's eyes crinkled. His son began his work. He  sucked
the  head  and  about an inch of the shaft while he  stroked  the
shaft  with both hands. Frank thrust his crotch toward his lover.
After  a  couple  of minutes, Tad pulled off the cock  and  began
sucking his father's balls. Two months earlier, Tad began shaving
Frank's balls once a week. Tad loved the extra intimacy with  his
father,  and  he also loved sucking on the smooth skin.  Michelle
still hadn't noticed. He didn't expect she ever would.
   They  heard  a siren going down the street. Then another.  Tad
got  a  panicky feeling. He let his father's balls slip from  his
mouth.
   "Something's wrong, Dad!"
   "It's probably another car wreck."
   They  heard another siren. Tad climbed back onto his  father's
lap.  He  hugged his father. Frank could feel him  trembling.  He
pulled  his  son's mouth to his and they kissed. He let  his  son
suck on his tongue. That calmed the boy. Frank pulled his cock up
against his belly. His son began petting it, so Frank knew he was
fine.  Frank  began  stroking Tad's cock with  his  thumb  and  a
finger. Tad closed his eyes and smiled.
   His son climbed back down and resumed his cocksucking.
   Sex  between  the lovers was always silent. Frank didn't  like
that,  but  was a necessity, considering how often they  had  sex
when his wife was in the next room.
   Frank  was  approaching his first orgasm of  the  evening.  He
thought  about slowing his son down, but before he even  decided,
his  son  took him over the edge. Frank grabbed the arms  of  the
recliner  and  stretched out his legs as he came  hard,  shooting
into his son's mouth. Tad moaned around his cock and Frank smiled
as  he heard his son gulping down his spunk. Frank panted and Tad
moaned from the pleasure of their act. Like every orgasm with his
son,  it was intense. It was as if his balls had a mind of  their
own  and  were  determined to give his son all they could.  Frank
breathed  heavily as his ejaculations slowed, and then ended.  He
smiled  at Tad who let his cock slip from his mouth. A strand  of
saliva  mixed with cum still connected the two of them. Tad  held
his mouth open so his father could see his spunk in his mouth.
   Frank  looked  at the semen that coated his son's  tongue  and
lower  teeth.  His semen. He had fed him a lot. It gave  Frank  a
feeling of complete satisfaction. "Nice! You can swallow it now."
   Tad  swallowed  and grinned at his father. He  looked  at  his
dad's  cock. There was some cum on it. Tad licked all of  it  off
while Frank sighed with contentment.
   The doorbell rang.
   "Go put your pajamas on," Frank told his son.
   Frank  put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and  went  to
answer  the door. He waited a moment for his erection to  soften.
Then he opened the door. A policeman was at the door.
   "Mr. Rimaldi?"
   "Yes."
   "Are you the husband of Michelle Rimaldi?"
   "Yes."
   "I'm sorry to-"
   Frank  listened to his words in shock. His wife  was  dead.  A
driver, presumably drunk, hit her car, killing them both.
   The  policeman offered his condolences and walked away.  Frank
stared out the door for several minutes before closing it.
   He walked to his son's bedroom.
   "It's  bad, isn't it?" he asked his father. Frank nodded.  Tad
began crying. "I had a feeling something bad happened."
   "It's your mom."
   As  Tad cried, Frank took his son in his arms. They held  each
other for a while.
   They went back to his recliner and Tad sat on his lap.
   "She's dead?"
   "Yes, baby."
   Tad  cried  for  a long time while his father hugged  him  and
offered what comfort he could. Frank pulled Tad's pajama top  off
and  Tad climbed down. The boy undressed, so Frank did too.  Then
the two of them cuddled under the blanket. Frank rubbed his son's
back until he fell asleep. Then he sat and thought.
   Tad woke up when the phone rang.
   Frank reached over and picked it up.
   "Is  Michelle  there? This is Evelyn." Evelyn  was  Michelle's
boss.
   "No, Evelyn." Frank put his hand on the receiver.
   "Go  get me a drink of water, will you?" Frank asked his  son.
He didn't want him to hear.
   "Michelle was in a car wreck. We just heard. She died."
   "Oh, my god! Oh, I am so, so sorry."
   "Thanks. Tad is not doing well. I have to go."
   Frank hung up as Tad brought his water.
   "Thank you, Tad. Are you hungry, baby?"
   "No, Dad."
   "Do you want to go to bed?"
   "I don't want to be alone."
   "You can sleep with me now."
   "Really?"
   "Absolutely. I really want you to." Tad smiled at his Dad.
   "Every night?"
   "Every night!"
   "Dad, I was wishing it would be just the two of us-"
   Tad started crying.
   Frank picked him up and held him.
   "Did I?" Tad said, between sobs.
   "Do you mean did you have anything to do with it?"
   Tad nodded.
   "No. You should know that wishes don't come true. And even  if
they did come true, you didn't wish that she die, did you?"
   Tad shook his head and sniffed.
   "Your  mother  is in heaven. It is a very nice place.  Try  to
remember that. And remember that she wants you to be happy.  Even
now."
   Tad nodded.
   "Thanks, Dad."
   Frank  felt a little guilty. He was very sorry Michelle  died,
but  he  wasn't  sorry  at all that she  didn't  live  with  them
anymore.  He would have divorced her in a second if he  had  been
certain he would get custody of Tad. He stopped loving her  right
around the time she kicked her brother out of their lives. He was
the  last remaining relative of either one of them that was still
welcome  in  their  house. Once she kicked  him  out,  they  were
isolated from both of their families. Tad wasn't allowed to  even
speak  to  any of them on the phone. No one was good  enough  for
Michelle.
   "Come on. I'm going to make myself a sandwich."
   Tad  climbed  off  him and Dan got up. They  walked  into  the
kitchen.
   "Are you going to get cold naked?" he asked his son.
   "I'm not cold. Are you?"
   "No."
   Tad grinned and said, "Oh good!"
   "Is it good because you want to look at your Daddy?"
   "Yes. You're so handsome!"
   Frank  laughed.  "You were looking at my cock  when  you  said
that!"
   "Well, you know how much I love Pete."
   "I do. And it makes me very, very happy. And guess what?"
   "What?"
   "You  can  change  your poem about him. We don't  have  to  be
discrete."
   Tad kissed Frank's cock and Frank grinned.
   Frank opened the refrigerator and pulled out the remains of  a
roast. He supposed he and Tad would have to do the cooking.
   "I  will  cook for us, Dad," his son said, as if  reading  his
mind. "I watched Mom cook lots of times."
   "That's great. If it is OK with you, I would like you to  take
over washing the clothes, too."
   "OK."
   "We will grocery shop and clean the house together."
   "That  sounds  like fun! You won't need to  wear  clothes  for
that, Dad."
   "Maybe I should," Frank said, playfully.
   "No!  They  might  get dirty and then I  would  have  to  wash
them!" Frank laughed.
   "I  know,  but the people at the grocery store might not  like
it!"
   "I meant cleaning the house!"
   "Oh. I can wear clothes to the grocery store?"
   "Yes, Daaaad."
   They both laughed.
   While  Frank made his sandwich, Tad began jacking him off.  He
reached his other hand between his father's legs from behind  and
wrapped  it  around his father's balls. Frank  could  feel  Tad's
erection pressing against his leg.
   "We  can do this all the time now, can't we?" Tad asked as  he
stroked him.
   Frank  sighed. "Yes, baby. We can stop hiding.  We  can  sleep
together, take showers together, and do anything we want. I  want
to  spend every minute that I can with you. We don't have  to  be
quiet during sex, either."
   Tad looked up at him and smiled. "That sounds perfect, Dad."
   "I know. It does."
   Tad was stroking him and he was getting close.
   "Do  you think you would like to spend a couple of days  in  a
hotel?"
   "If you want. I'll be happy wherever you are."
   Frank  tilted his head back and groaned. Tad grinned. He  knew
what  that  meant. He took the head of his father's cock  in  his
mouth while he continued stroking. Frank moaned loudly as he came
in his boy's mouth.
   "Phew!" Frank said.
   Tad  held  his mouth open and Frank looked inside and  smiled.
Then Tad swallowed.
   "Did you enjoy that, Daddy?"
   "Very, very much. Thank you, baby!"
   Frank  took a bite of his sandwich. Tad moved behind  him.  He
admired  his father's back side. His father had hair on his  back
and Tad thought that was so cool. He looked at his father's hairy
butt  and  knelt. He pulled his father's cheeks apart  and  began
rimming  him. Frank's eyes rolled back in his head. Then he  took
another bite of his sandwich. Despite having come twice, his cock
was completely stiff. He pulled his son up.
   "Sit on my lap while I eat."
   "OK Daddy."
   Frank sat and Tad climbed onto his lap. Frank pulled his  cock
up  against  his belly, so Tad could play with it, if he  wanted.
Tad wrapped an arm around his father's neck.
   "Do you want a bite?"
   Frank  held his sandwich up to Tad who took a small  bite.  He
grinned at his father while he chewed.
   Tad  ran  his fingers through the hair on his dad's chest.  He
looked sad, though, not excited as he usually was by his father's
body.  Frank was glad Tad was not crying. He wondered if it would
hit  him later. He expected a lot of tears. He would be there for
Tad, though, and they would be together.
   "I love you, baby."
   "I  love  you,  Daddy." Frank saw a tear drip down  his  son's
face. I will miss Mommy, but I have you."
   "You  will always have me. We will be closer than we have ever
been,  and  that's good isn't it?" Tad nodded.  "You  won't  ever
sleep alone again." Tad smiled.
   "I will be your wife now, Daddy."
   "That  is  what I want, baby. It is what I have wanted  for  a
while. Every night when I went to sleep, I wished you were in  my
arms."
   "I wished the same thing, Daddy."
   "I  know.  Now we will be. Every night. I'll hold  you  in  my
arms the whole night."
   "Will you still want me to be your wife when I'm older?"
   "Yes, for my whole life." Tad smiled and sighed.
   "Will you miss fucking pussy?"
   "Where did you hear that?"
   "Boys at school."
   "No. You are the only person I want. I certainly don't want  a
woman. You make me completely happy in every way."
   "Good."
   Frank finished his sandwich.
   "Can we cuddle more before you fuck me?"
   "We  can  do  anything  you want. I love  cuddling.  You  know
that."
   They  got  up and walked back to Frank's recliner.  Frank  put
the  blanket  over them. Tad pressed his mouth to his  dad's  and
they  kissed. Frank really was completely happy. He  felt  guilty
about  that,  but  he and his son could finally live  as  lovers,
instead of hiding as lovers.
   Frank  pushed a finger into his son. Tad kept his hole greased
and ready for a quick fuck. Frank's finger slipped inside his son
easily.  Tad  moaned  as their kiss ended. Tad's  hole  had  been
stretched by Frank's cock many times. He wondered how many  times
he  had fucked Tad. It had to be over a hundred times. Many  more
times  than he had fucked Michelle, he was sure. His wife thought
twice  a week was a lot. His son felt twice a day was not enough.
He must have pumped gallons of jizz into his son.
   "What are you smiling about, Daddy?"
   "I  was  thinking about how much cum I have shot in you  since
we started having sex."
   "I bet it's a lot!"
   "Oh, I am certain of that!"
   "Will I get more now?"
   Frank chuckled. "You want more?"
   "I want you to have as much sex with me as you did with Mom."
   "What a horrible idea!"
   "Why?"
   "I usually only had sex with her once a week."
   Tad's eyes widened. "It was a bad idea!" They both laughed.
   "I don't understand how she could keep her hands off you."
   "She didn't love me as much as you do."
   "That's a shame."
   "It  didn't bother me. Sex is much, much better with you  than
it ever was with her." Tad grinned at him.
   "Why don't you sit on my cock, facing me?"
   Tad  got  in  position. Frank held his cock  up  and  his  son
reached under to aim it at his hole. They both moaned as Tad  sat
down  on  his father's cock. Frank pulled Tad's mouth to his  and
they  kissed  as  Frank's big dick slowly entered  his  son.  Tad
pulled away to moan.
   "Does it hurt too much?"
   "It's  so  big!" Tad's eyes were clinched tightly. Frank  knew
it hurt. It had to.
   "I  know,  baby.  If  it hurts too much we  can  stop."  Frank
always  made the offer. His son had never taken it up.  It  might
hurt, but he wanted his father inside him.
   Finally,  Tad was resting on Frank's thighs. They  kissed  and
the  kiss  went on and on and on. There was no hurry.  Tad  loved
having  his  father's cock and tongue inside him. Frank  ran  his
hands over his son's back. Tad arched his back.
   "I love being inside you."
   "I love it just as much!"
   "You are the perfect wife, Tad."
   Tad  smiled.  "I hope so. I want to make you as happy  as  you
make me."
   Tad began rubbing his own chest between his nipples.
   "Does it itch?"
   "No. I'm trying to rub the head of your cock."
   Frank  laughed. "I guess it is somewhere around there. I never
thought about it!"
   "You  cock  touches  my  heart. I  should  put  that  on  your
Valentine's Day card, Dad!"
   They both laughed.
   "I  love  you, baby. I know I shouldn't be, but  I'm  glad  it
will just be the two of us. It's what I wanted. I just didn't-"
   "I know, Dad. You didn't want it this way."
   "Right. I always hated when we had to stop. All I want  to  do
is hold you and kiss you."
   "No sex?"
   Frank laughed. "Sex while I hold and kiss you."
   "That's better!"
   Frank  pulled  his son's mouth to his again and  they  kissed.
Tad  was  completely happy. He thought about his mother, briefly.
Then his dad had his undivided attention again. He moaned as they
kissed.
   Finally,  Frank  pulled  away. He put his  hands  under  Tad's
arms.  He grinned at his son as he lifted him up. He dropped  him
and they both groaned. Tad panted.
   "Too much?" Frank asked.
   "More, Dad, more!" Frank grinned and did it again.
   On  about  the  tenth drop, Frank stretched his legs  out  and
came deep inside his son.
   "Tad!" he yelled.
   "Shush!" Tad said.
   "No  one  will hear!" Frank gasped, as his cum shot  into  his
son.
   "I forgot!"
   Tad  began  moving  slightly on his  father's  cock.  He  knew
exactly  how his father liked it. His father came longer  if  his
cock was stroked a little bit while he came.
   Tad  smiled  as he looked at the satisfied expression  on  his
dad's face. Frank's head leaned against the chair. His eyes  were
closed  and his mouth was open. When it was completely over,  his
dad looked at him and grinned.
   "All the best sex I have ever had has been with you, baby."
   "I'm glad."
   "Baby,  every  night can be like this. Once your  homework  is
done,  we  can spend the evening making love and then climb  into
bed together when we are sleepy."
   "It sounds heavenly, Dad."
   "It's what I have wanted since that very first time."
   "The day I met Pete."
   "Right!"
   Tad  rested  his head on his dad's shoulder. He  fell  asleep.
Frank's stiff cock was still inside his son. Frank decided to let
him  sleep  a while before fucking him again. It made Frank  very
happy  that his son could sleep with his cock inside him. He  had
never fallen asleep on it before. He thought it would be nice  to
spend the entire night inside his son.
   Frank  woke  feeling his son licking his lips. He  had  fallen
asleep,  too. He grinned at him and they kissed again. Tad  began
moving on his cock. They both moaned as they kissed.
   They pulled apart and grinned at each other.
   Tad  leaned  back  and admired his father's  hairy  torso.  He
pulled on both his dad's nipples.
   "You are perfect Dad. I love everything about you."
   Frank smirked at his son.
   "It's true. Your father is a stud."
   Tad laughed. "You shouldn't brag, Daddy."
   He smiled at his son. "OK."
   Tad  leaned  forward  and whispered in his  ear.  "You  are  a
stud."
   "I'm your stud."
   "I know! It's so great!"
   "And  you are my little beauty. You aren't a stud, but I think
you are the most beautiful person on Earth."
   Frank looked at the clock. It was nine.
   "Are you ready to go to sleep?"
   "I guess. There will be school tomorrow."
   "You aren't going. I won't be going to work."
   "Because of Mom?"
   "Right. There are things I need to arrange."
   "Can I go with you?"
   "Of  course,  baby!  From now on we will always  be  together.
Always!"
   "Except for school."
   "Right. No school tomorrow and that means we will spend  every
second together. Well, except."
   "Except what?"
   "You might need to take a dump."
   Tad laughed. "You probably will, too!"
   "It's possible!" They both laughed.
   "I think that is a good plan, Daddy."
   "Tad,  I really do want to spend every second with you. If  we
aren't having sex, I want to at least be holding you." Tad smiled
and sighed.
   "Do you want my load in your cunt or in your mouth?"
   "My mouth."
   Frank  grinned at him. He lifted his son slowly off  his  cock
and put him down. He got up.
   "Sit on the chair."
   Tad did and opened his mouth.
   "A little bird is hungry," Frank said.
   "Feed him Daddy!"
   Frank stroked his cock. "I plan to."
   Tad held his father's balls in his cupped hands. He stared  at
his  father's cock. Frank smiled at the intent, eager  expression
on  his  son's face. Tad began gently squeezing his dad's  balls,
the way he liked.
   Frank  was  getting close. His son somehow knew. He stuck  his
tongue out. Frank rested the head of his cock on his son's tongue
and  that triggered his orgasm. He watched his cum shoot into his
son's eager mouth. Four powerful spurts, followed by trickles. It
was  his  fifth orgasm of the day. Tad had blown him that morning
and  he  had  come four times that evening. Frank  grinned.  They
would  have the entire day together tomorrow. He wondered if  Tad
could make him come seven times. He was sure he could make six.
   His  orgasm ended and Tad closed his mouth and swallowed. Then
he looked up and smiled at his father.
   "Did you like that, baby?"
   "It was yummy, Dad."
   "Good."
   Frank  went  into the bathroom and wiped his cock with  a  wet
towel.
   "In case you want a midnight snack," he said to Tad.
   "Wow! Now we really can! No sneaking!"
   Frank nodded, smiling.
   They  went  into  Frank's bedroom. He decided  to  change  the
sheets. He didn't want to smell his wife, he only wanted to  only
smell Tad. He pulled the covers off the bed and got sheets out of
the  hall  closet. The two of them put the sheets and pillowcases
on  the  bed. They were both already naked, so they got  in  bed.
Frank kissed his son, then reached over and turned out the light.
He  pulled his son tightly against him and his son tried to  push
himself  even closer. Frank lay one of his legs over him and  his
son sighed. They were finally close enough. He kissed the back of
Tad's head and they slept.

   Frank  woke  from a crashing sound. It sounded  like  it  came
from  the kitchen. He heard something moving. He got out  of  bed
carefully,  trying  to  get his arm out from  under  Tad  without
waking  him up. He did it and walked to the dresser. He pulled  a
pistol out of the drawer and walked quietly into the kitchen.
   There  was  no  one there. While he watched, he  saw  a  plate
slide  across  the kitchen counter. He stared at  it,  unable  to
believe  it  had moved by itself. Then it fell to the ground  and
broke.
   "What?" he heard Tad ask.
   "Go back in the bedroom."
   They both watched as a chair slid across the kitchen floor.
   "Cool!  It's like Poltergeist!" Tad said. "The first one,  not
the second one."
   Frank  stared at his son. He was terrified and his son thought
it was cool.
   "Is that you, Mom?"
   The room was quiet. Frank looked around. Nothing was moving.
   Then  a  drawer slowly opened. Frank saw a knife rise  out  of
it.  The  knife slowly moved towards him, point first. Frank  was
frozen in place. The knife was aimed at his heart.
   "No,  Mom!  Please!"  The knife fell to  the  ground  and  Tad
picked  it  up  and  put it in the sink. "I'll  wash  it  in  the
morning," Tad said, as though it was the most normal thing in the
world.
   "Come on, Dad. Let's go back to sleep."
   Tad pulled his father's hand. They walked back to bed.
   Frank lay down on his back and stared at the ceiling. His  son
watched him.
   "Dad? Dad?"
   His Dad just lay there, staring at the ceiling.
   "Dad?"  Tad  pulled  on his arm. Tad thought  his  father  was
beautiful, so the first thing he thought of was Sleeping  Beauty.
He  knew  how to wake Sleeping Beauty! He climbed on top  of  his
father and pressed his mouth to his Dad's. He licked at his Dad's
lips. It worked! His Dad wrapped his arms tightly around Tad  and
pushed  his tongue into his son's mouth. They kissed for  several
minutes.
   "Are you all right?" Frank asked his son.
   "Of course! What happened to you?"
   "We have a ghost!"
   "I  know!  It's so great! Mom is still with us! We just  can't
see her."
   "And that is a good thing?"
   "Sure! I would miss her if she was completely gone."
   `Completely  gone' was how he wanted his ex-wife.  `Til  death
do us part' had parted them permanently. Or so he had thought. It
was  just  like  Michelle to ignore him while he  was  alive  and
pester him after she died!