Date: Wed, 4 May 2011 14:52:14 -0400
From: Robert Scott <taleteller33@gmail.com>
Subject: Timmy Hypnotizes Dad Chapter02 Gay-Incest

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I had just finished mowing the lawn on a hot Sunday afternoon.  The lawn
didn't really need mowing but I did it to put off the one task I didn't
want to complete.  I made myself a vodka and O.J. to calm my nerves and now


Timmy Hypnotizes dad

Chapter 02

After that notorious Sunday afternoon things pretty much returned to
normal.  I saw Timmy off to school every day, then went to work myself,
dinner, working out,bed time stories and the typical up's and down's of
being a single parent filled my days.  The only thing different was Timmy.
Over the days that followed I noticed some differences in his behavior and
some changes in his usual routine.  For instance he was always finding
excuses to get into my bathroom when I was showering, or in my bedroom when
I was changing.  I was always shooing him out of the bedroom and I know he
couldn't see anything through the frosted glass of my shower.  Sometimes I
would catch glances of him looking at my crotch, never letting on that I
caught him.

I was sure I had put 'the incident' behind me, closed the door on the whole
thing.  It was easy the first few days, but as days turned to weeks I found
myself thinking more and more about that day.  I'd be doing the most
mundane things; getting the mail, making breakfast, driving to work and a
mental image of my son running his small hands over my shaft, or licking my
cum off his fingers would pop into mind.  On top of that, Timmy's constant
harassment about wanting to play with my watch didn't help matters.  I
convinced myself it was just a part of growing up and it was natural for
him to be curious about a man's body.  I didn't want my son growing up
ashamed of his body or outdated hang-ups about nudity, but I was uncertain
about how to go about handling the whole situation.

These thoughts are running through my head as I'm showering after work,
having picked up Timmy from school.  It was a tough day at work.
Thankfully, our new partner, Kyle was incredibly skilled and helpful.  We
bonded instantly both being single Dads of young boys. We had talked about
bring the boys to a ball game this summer and I am supposed to bring Timmy
over his house next weekend for his son's birthday party.

I step out of the shower after checking that the coast was clear and the
door was still shut.  I grab a towel from the rack and dry myself, catching
my reflection in the mirror.  I didn't have my college build anymore, that
I had to admit.  Those youthful boyish looks are gone forever, but replaced
with something new, a more masculine, beefy rugged manliness.  I dropped
the towel and brought up my arms, flexing in a classic muscle pose.  The
biceps I've been working on looked good, shoulders are broad and muscular,
big pecs with dark hair which I kept respectably trimmed.  I was somewhat
self conscience of my belly.  Not that it was a beer gut or anything, but I
had given up on getting the six pack back that I had years ago.  That too
was hairy although less so than my chest, with a darker trail leading down
to my groin.  I kept my pubic hair trimmed down, not to make my dick look
bigger but more for comfort.  My dick was big soft and bigger hard, a full
cut eight inches, thick around with a bigger head.  My big hairy low
hanging balls clearly visible behind my cock.  I picked up the towel and
wrapped it around my waist, walking into my bedroom.

Sure enough Timmy was there waiting for me under the pretense of showing me
a painting he did at school that day.  Standing there in just his white
underwear He is showing me the painting of what looked like an old lady
with a house on her head, which turned out to be a painting of Abe Lincoln.
I was about to hustle him out of the room so I could get dressed, but
quickly thought better of it.  Maybe I needed to approach this problem
differently.  If the little guy wanted a look at the family jewels I'll
give him a look.  Maybe he'll give me a moments peace after he gets what he
wants.

"That's quite an impressive painting young man.  Almost as good as the one
you did of Washington" I said as I casually went to remove the towel from
my waist, and Bam! it hit me.  Images of Timmy standing in front of me, his
dad, rubbing my cock with his little hands and frantically gobbling down my
nasty pre-cum.  So there I was, standing in front of my young son, holding
my skimpy towel, partially revealing myself, but cock still covered by the
white terry-cloth fabric, complementing my next move.  I'm just doing this
for my son, I thought to myself...don't want him growing up with outdated
hang-ups about his body.  But somewhere inside me I knew there might be
another reason..no that wasn't possible.  Once again I went to complete the
task I had set out on and started to remove my towel from my body.  One
thing stopped me, I felt something that had not registered with me until
now.  My cock was stiff, not just stiff but a full blown adult hard-on.
Looking down I saw the towel tented out in front of me.  My boy saw it too.
We looked at each other for a moment, me towering over him, then both of us
back to my tented towel.  Knowing that my little Timmy was staring at my
terry cloth clad cock made it pulse with pleasure...  What?!  Where did
that sick, perverted feeling come from.  This has gone all wrong.

"Get out!"  I yelled at Timmy.  "Move now!"  I reiterated when he failed to
comply.  I have rarely yelled at my son and I was shocked that he did not
immediately obey.

"Can we play the hippo-tizm game daddy?" my son asked, never once taking
his eyes off my towel covered cock.

I was infuriated.  That damn watch is what caused all this.  The first
thing I planed on doing was getting it from my desk drawer where I locked
it up and smashing it to bits, sentimental value or not.  I roughly reached
out for my son, intending to drag the disobedient child from my bedroom but
my hand never made contact with him.  I stopped, stunned.  Timmy had
removed something from his pocket which he now held up in front of me.

I recoiled as if he held a deadly serpent before me.  My jaw dropped in
disbelief and confusion.  There in front of me was that damn watch, which
Timmy was now swinging back and forth.

"You are now under my power" I heard him say.  He then lowered the watch by
his side, not having even swung it back and forth a few times.  He must
have mistaken my affect of shocked stupor as evidence that I was
hypnotized.

"Daddy, you will stay right there" I just stood there, mouth still agape.
Timmy ran from my bedroom.

How did that little shit get the watch.  I was sure I locked the draw it
was in, and little Timmy wasn't strong enough to pry it open.  He must have
found where I stashed the key, it dawned on me.  Then another thought
occurred to me.  Why was I just standing here?  Why wasn't I tearing after
my badly behaving son with intentions of tanning his hide.  I lost my train
of thought as Timmy reentered the room, without the watch I noticed.  The
little guy must have stashed it in his room.

He just stood in front of me, looking me over wearing only a towel and
still sporting wood.  But what concerned me more was that I too just stood
there, not moving.  Timmy went to climb up on the bed but couldn't quite
get up on his own.

"Daddy, help me up" he said, looking over his shoulder at me.


Now it is decision time.  I could or should grab the little guy, put him
over my lap and give him a spanking he'll never forget, then take away his
playstation and ground him for life.  But before even thinking about it I
had both hands on his little hips and had lifted him up onto my king sized
bed.  Standing there in my towel by the side of the bed, facing my son who
was now sitting in front of me, a fine sheen of sweat suddenly broke out
all over my body in anticipation or maybe fear of what was to come.

Timmy sat for a while just looking at me, then came up on his knees and
slowly reached out both his hands, placing his palms on my naked chest.  I
let out a ragged breath which elicited a glance up at my face from Timmy.
He soon returned his attention to my chest, rubbing his hands over my
hairy, sweat covered chest.  He paid particular attention to my nipples,
gently at first, then roughly rubbing and even pinching them which caused
me to groan out in lust.

Timmy looked up at me and asked "Did that hurt Daddy?"

After only a brief moments of hesitation I replied "No baby, your making
Daddy feel good"

Timmy went back to his ministrations, and seems facinated with all the hair
on my chest, even tugging on it.  The hair tufting out of my arm pits must
have caught his attention because the next command I received was "Put your
hands on your head Daddy"

I complied with Timmys command, interlocking my fingers upon my head and
soon felt his small hands exploring my now sweaty pits.  He pulled back his
small hands, now covered in manly perspiration and preceded to smell them.
Upon the first whiff he jerked his head back at the pungnet odor, but soon
returned his fingers to his nose for a more cautious sniff.  Looking
curiously at my exposed pits, Timmy slowly brought is face in closer for a
sniff straight from the source.  As he got closer I could feel his little
breath on me and soon not only his nose but entire face was buried in my
sweat filled pits as he started huffing my manly smell.  I moaned out loud
and slow as I felt which could only be the little guys tongue giving
tentative little licks, which soon turned into full on laps.  Timmy took my
vocalization that he was doing a good thing and redoubled his effort on my
untasted arm pit.

I could feel Timmys small smooth boy chest against my hairy belly, one hand
on my chest as he leaned into me, the other hand on my bulging bicep, which
he used to pull his face into my sweaty, nasty pit.  I marveled at how
small his hand seemed on the muscles of my arm.  Looking down I couldn't
even see my sons head as he was no longer just lapping my hairy arm pit,
but rubbing and pressing his whole face into it.  What I can see is the
small of his back which led down to his small cotton covered boy ass.  I
gaze lustfully at those small covered globes as they sway back and forth in
a slow erotic fashion.  It was like the little slut is teasing me with that
tiny untouched and forbidden hole.

"Little slut"?  Is that what I now think of my sweet little innocent boy.
But do innocent little tykes, suck and slurp at their daddy's sweaty arm
pits like its their last meal?  Do nice little boys gobble up their daddies
pre fuck juice like it's syrup?  No.  It's only little boy sluts that do
those things.  Only little boy sluts that tease unsuspecting grown men with
their fuckable little red lips and their tighty-whitey brief covered cunts.
Oh, God! Send me to hell, I want to do bad things to my son.

When he was satiated, he pulled back, sitting on his feet, breathing
heavily.  I looked at the face of my little Timmy, face now shiny from my
arm pit funk.  He even had a little hair plastered to the left of his
button nose.  The taste of me must have jogged something in him, causing
him to remember what else he liked because he was now oogling the tented
towel in front of him.

Aww fuck, I'm going to burn in hell.  But my only wish at the moment was
for my son to have what he wants and it looks like that's about to happen.

His hands soon found my terry cloth covered cock.  His attempts to go
under, around or above the towel to get to his prize soon left him
frustrated.  "Take off your towel Daddy"

I remove my hands from my head and undo the towel and let it drop to the
floor which causes my rock hard daddy cock to spring up free.  Timmy is so
mesmerized by my act and so close that it drags up along his cheek leaving
a slimy trail in it's wake.  He jumps back in surprise but is soon giggling
and laughing in joy at his triumph.  Wiping the slime off his cheek he only
looks at it for a moment before licking his fingers clean.

Here I am again, standing in front of my little boy with a raging, dripping
hard-on.  Only this time there's not even a thin coating of my old nylon
shorts separating us.  My cocks drooling a thin ribbon of pre-cum which I
see Timmy is eyeing hungrily.  He reaches out with his little hands but
suddenly stops.  He is looking around the room, for what I do not know, but
every moment of delay was agony.  Guilt and lust eats at my soul.

Soon he finds what he is looking for, my cell phone which is on the night
stand.  He quickly scooted over the bed to the table and pressing a button,
silences the ring tone.  Smart little devil I think to myself.  He quickly
scoots his little body back and is once again reaching out for the nasty
drool hanging from my cock.  He breaks the stream and brings his coated
finger up to his mouth.  I watch in fascination as his little pink tongue
darts out for a tase of what was to come.  His finger passes his red little
lips and disappears into his mouth, only to reemerge clean.

"Mmmm" I hear him say

His hands soon find the naked head of my cock to scoop up more of the snot
he find there.  When I feel his naked touch all reservations and doubts
leave me.  How could I not want this?  His small fingers caressing the head
of my manhood feels incredible.  And the taboo act of watching my small son
slurp my pre-cum off his fingers only makes it hotter.  I am in heaven,
heading to hell and I don't care!

This time it's Timmy who can't keep up with the flow of pre-cum oozing from
his daddies cock.  His hands fly from my dripping member to his wanting
mouth and still copious amounts of my cock snot is being wasted, absorbed
by the comforter of my bed and the carpet below.  I see his brow furrow and
his little nose scrunch up as he considers all the tasty cum he is losing
out on.  Then his expression changes as the idea hits him.  I knew the kid
would catch on and perverted pride burst inside of me as I watched him
grasp the base of my cock with both hands and slowly descend his head to my
pulsating, vein covered daddy dick.

At the first touch of his tongue on the naked head of my cock I think I'm
going to lose it right there and spew my daddy seed into my little boys
face.  Only my desire to have this perverse pleasure continue keeps my
orgasm in check.  I never realized how great that desire was as I feel his
little red lips slowly close over the head of my cock.  The kid is sucking
and licking right from the tap.  I can feel his little tongue swirling
around my head and lapping up all the sweet nectar he to loves so much.

My boy is a fast learner.  As he catches up with the flow he finds that he
can get more jiz into his little tummy if he moves his hands up and down on
his daddies shaft.  I can also feel him attempting to go down further on my
cock but as I look down his red lips which are already obscenely stretched
won't allow the full girth of my flaring cock head to enter his small
mouth.

As I said earlier, Timmy is a determined little guy.  I soon see and feel
his little hands reach behind and grip my legs in a vain attempt to pull
himself further onto my cock.  Not having any success I slowly stretch out
my hand to the back of Timmy's head applying a slight pressure.  This
causes Timmy to look up at me and our eyes lock on to one anothers.  I see
the determination in his eyes and as I apply more pressure I swear he
almost smiles, which of coarse is impossible due to the fact that his boy
lips are full of his daddies cock.

As I apply more pressure I see the head of my cock slowly descending into
my boy's mouth a fraction of an inch but the flared end of the helmet still
has far to go.  I almost stop not wanting to rip my boys face open, but not
only does my lust prod me on but the eyes of my son tell me to continue. I
almost hear a pop as the last of my cock's head enters my young boys mouth
and his lips press and fall down sharply at the end of my flaring helmet.
God! how was I ever going to get it out of his mouth I thought.

I remove my hand from the back of his head and look down at my boy with his
mouth full of daddy cock. I marvel at our accomplishment.  His red fuckable
lips are stretched to the limit, his entire face is obscenely distorted.
His upper lip pushed so far up against his nose that I am amazed he can
breathe through it.  Only the fact that his nostrils flare at each exhale
assure me that he wont suffocate on my shaft.  His young face is red,
covered in snot from his nose, tears from his eyes not to mention sweat
from my arm pits and cock.  I notice a few more hairs are now plastered on
his stretched face and I know at least one of them is my pubic hair.

My little boy is now laying down on his tummy on my bed, his hands
furiously jacking my cock again trying to get more of my seed, not knowing
what a treat he is soon in for.  I can here his swallows as he ingests the
daddy milk steadily leaking from my cock.

Not satisfied with only the helmet of my shaft penetrating my son's face, I
slowly push my hips forward trying to sink more of my cock into the little
guy's skull.  The pressure intensifies and I was about to give up when I
felt those now swollen stretched boy lips descend a fraction of an inch
down my shaft.  Spurred on by my limited success I push out my hips harder,
intending to bury my raging drooling cock deeper into that warm, tight,
moist orifice which is Timmy's mouth.  What happens instead both amazes and
frightens me.  Instead of pushing my cock farther in, I push Timmy, his
whole body half a foot across the bed.  An idea struck me and I slowly pull
back and sure enough his little frame follows, his small mouth still
attached to his daddy's cock, his little hands still jacking me.

Back and forth, I slide my boy on the bed using only my cock.  With each
thrust Timmy slids back, causing his small white briefs to ride up into the
crease of his tiny crack.  Jesus!  Would such a thing be possible?  Either
way I know I have to find a way to explore the possibility of fucking my
little boy, and soon.  The thoughts of punching my cock into his tight
little boy cunt, along with the very real feeling of his suck hole nursing
my rod all the while stroking me pushes me over the edge.


I can hold out no longer and with a primordial cry I let loose, shooting
jet after jet of cum into Timmy's mouth.  He has no choice but to swallow
as the tight seal between his lips and my cock leaves no room for my seaman
to escape.

I continue to dump my load into my boy's little mouth to the point where he
can't keep up with the sheer volume.  He coughs, chokes and sputters,then
makes a noise that sounds like a sneeze and cum starts shooting out of his
nose.  My satisfaction must have decreased the size of my swollen cock head
which at this point was the only thing keeping us joined.  As I fell back
in lustful glee my cock pulls from my boys mouth followed by a splash of
unswallowed spunk.

I lay there on the floor, spent and satisfied as I've not been in years.  I
close my eyes and here a sound which I know is Timmy wiping up my spent
seed from his hands and face and anywhere else he can find it, greedily
licking it up.  I passed out.  For seconds or hours I don't know but am
awakened by the feel of a little tongue and lips licking and sucking
leftover cum from by cock.  I lie still and soak up the good feeling that
only a dad who just shot a load of junk into his little boy's mouth could
enjoy.  When my cock is clean, my little boy moves onto the seaman that has
accumulated on my large hairy nuts.  "Ahhhhh" I love having a hot mouth
nurse my balls.  I spread my legs further apart hoping that some cum had
dripped down farther, but no such luck.

Ah, well there's always next time.

Having finished eating the last of my load, Timmy gave me a command to
forget all that happened and left my room.



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