Date: Sat, 14 Oct 2000 19:05:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: David G <wetdad44@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Trick-Or-Treat Dad"

Trick-or-Treat Dad
By David G.
WetDad44@Yahoo.com


If you are under eighteen or find explicit sexual situations
between a father and his biological son offensive, then read
no further.



My son is now 20 and in college, but I thought I'd share
something that happened several years ago on Halloween
of 1990.  Since Halloween is cumming up, I thought it
would make a nice addition to the holiday festivities.

Aka (Mark) was my first son from my first marriage and at
the time was my only child.  He was 10 at the time this
took place and we'd gone down to the local mall to all the
stores for him to trick-or-treat since it was a safer well-lit
environment.  There'd been several child abductions in the
paper lately, and I didn't want to take any chances.  We'd
spent most of the evening getting him ready and our plan
was for him to go as a pirate, but after going to K&B drug
store and the Wal-Mart, found that most of the pirate stuff
had been sold out.  My son was rather disappointed, but at
the time, I'd just gotten separated (soon to be divorced) and
was really low on cash.  So I mentioned to my son that we
could make his costume out of old sheets and that he could
go as a ghost.

Suddenly his eyes lit up and since my boy was never very
materialistic, this idea went over great and I, of course,
would go as myself.

At about 9:00 p.m. the mall was closing and Mark had a
bag full of candy.   More, in fact, than he could eat in a
whole week.  He was so excited as we drove home digging
through his bag of treats.

"Hey Dad.  Look at this one." He said reaching into the bag
and pulling out a chocolate covered witch on a stick.

"Uh huh, that looks good son."  I said noticing how much
he looked like I did at his age.  "Why don't you wait until
we get home and let daddy check your candy before you
start eating it."

His eyes got big as he peered at me with that expression
every parent knows comes before the actual question.

"But WHY???"

"Because Mark."  I said feeling a bit tired from walking all
over that gigantic mall.  At the moment I just wanted to get
home, grab a beer and turn on the tube.

"Some people put things in candy that can hurt little kids."

"Ewwww," my son said squinting up his face, "that sucks!"

"Yes it does." I replied and grinned placing my hand on my
son's leg and squeezing it.  "So just wait till we get home.
Okay?"

"Okay Dad." Mark said impatiently.  "But can you drive
faster."


Once we were home I told my son to go get cleaned up and
that I would check his candy.

Once he was out of the room I went into the kitchen,
grabbed a beer and went back into the living room to
switch on the TV.

I could hear Mark running the water as he washed the
`ghost' paint off this face.  He came back dressed in one of
my T-shirts and his little brown eyes lit up as he saw the
huge mound of candy spread out of the foot-stool before
me.

"WOW!  Looks like we really cleaned house!" he said
dropping down to sift through the mound of colored sugar.

"Hey this looks yummy."  I said picking up an orange
colored ghost and pulling off the wrapper.

"Hey Dad!" Mark said reaching up to grab it away, "Treats
are for kids!"

"Oh Mark, come on now." I said holding the ghost out of
his reach.  "You're not gonna eat all of this by yourself."

My son just grinned at me, his dark eyes shinning.

"Wanna bet." He said as he dove in.

"Hey wait Mark!" I said impatiently.  "I haven't checked
that yet."

But of course it was too late.  My son had already bitten the
head off a frosted covered spider and was chewing it
excitedly.

"Mmmmmm good!"  he said already sifting through the
pile for something else.

"Hey Dad, what's this?" My son said holding up a green
foil covered piece of candy.

"Um, looks like a frog or something." I said unwrapping it.

"Ew yuck." My son said waving his hand away.  "Don't
want that one."

I just nodded as I popped it in my mouth.  Beer and sugar -
oh my.

After a few minutes the beer and candy was having a
wonderful hypnotic effect me where as Mark was
becoming more agitated by the minute.

"Okay Champ" I said peering down at his chocolate
covered lips.  "We're almost at our limit."

"Ohhh come on Dad!" he cried. "Just a little more."

"Alright."  I said hoping he'd get tired soon since I'd been
3 or 4 days since I'd jerked off and because it was Saturday
night, was feeling a bit horny which the beer didn't help.
I'd also rented some adult movies that were a couple days
late, but was glad I hadn't brought them back.

"Hey Dad.  Look at me!" Mark said opening his mouth
with a large lump of chocolate covered something balanced
on the end of his tongue.

"Mmm.  Looks good son."  I said and grinned only joking
with him.

"Wanna taste it?" My son asked jumping up into my lap.

"Uh, no thanks." I said pinching his nose.  "Not tonight."

"Come on Dad!  It's okay - I swear.  I've already checked
it."

I had to smile at that and said okay champ.

I leaned over and stuck my tongue in Mark's open mouth
and retrieved the melted piece of chocolate.  My son
giggled as he felt my tongue in his mouth and the candy
itself wasn't all that bad.

"Mmmm, yummy for the tummy." I said and grinned, my
teeth brown as I chewed up the sugary ball.

Mark reached down into the pile and opened another
chocolate ball and popped it in his mouth.

He chewed it enthusiastically.

"Ok.  Another!"  he said opening his mouth wide.

This time I leaned over and placed my mouth directly over
his and to my surprise he pushed the chocolate ball into my
mouth with his tongue.

I then shoved it back into his mouth with my tongue as he
giggled wildly.  Once the little ball almost fell out of his
mouth between us, but before long we had an even tempo
of transferring the piece of candy back and forth until it
was almost gone.

Then the most amazing thing happened.  The candy had
dissolved and I was left with my adult sized tongue in my
son's mouth.

"Mmmmmm," I moaned running my tongue around the
inside of his mouth licking up the rest of the chocolate.
Suddenly my tongue found his and I eagerly began French
kissing my own son!

I couldn't believe I was doing it even though a part of me
said it was still just a part of the game even though at that
point there wasn't a hint of chocolate left in my sons'
mouth.

"Oh Mark." I said breaking away to catch my breath.

My son just stared up at me, his brown eyes wide and
bright - excited.

"That was fun.  Do it some more?  Please!??"

My son's request threw me off and for a minute I didn't
know what to do.  It wasn't like I'd EVER thought of doing
this with my own son, but the fact was, I found myself
extremely excited!  The same way I imagined Mark had felt
as he kissed me back.  That was why he'd asked to do it
again after all.

Without another thought I closed my eyes and leaned down
and pressed my mouth on Mark's, then gently shoved my
tongue through his parted lips.

"OOOOhhhh!"  I moaned as I Frenched him again with my
adult sized tongue feeling his small boy sized tongue wrap
around the end of mine, his eyes closed tight like mine
were.

It wasn't all that different from kissing a woman.  At least,
that's what I told myself at the time.  Suddenly all the beer
and sugar caught up with me and I felt deliriously excited.

"Oh Mark!" I moaned shoving my tongue farther down his
throat.

Suddenly I placed my hand on his bare leg and realized
how smooth it was  - like silk.

I could hear Mark begin to whimper and realized he
enjoyed this as much as I was.

I instinctively moved my hand farther up his leg underneath
his T-shirt to his bare thigh when I realized with utter
surprise that the little tike wasn't wearing any underwear!

Oh Fuck, I thought running my finger along the bottom of
his spine.  What the hell am I doing here?

I shifted him on my lap as I noticed the 3rd surprise of the
night.  I had a raging hard cock pressing painfully against
the khaki fabric of my pants.

"Oooohhh God!" I moaned.

I rocked him gently back and forth on my lap as I kissed
him amazed at how well he kissed me back, his tongue
never missing a beat.  The feeling was unexplainable.

I then reached my hand up between his legs and gasped
when I placed my fingers on the end of a hard 3 inch cock.

"Ohhh fuck Mark."  I whispered.  "You're hard too."

My son just continued rocking back and forth on my lap,
his mouth still glued to mine like a little bird feeding off his
father.

I gently grabbed his little dick and squeezed it between my
fingers.  I could feel the hot little shaft and the way the little
helmet head responded to my touch.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Mark moaned as I squeezed it between my
fingers.  This was fucking insane and I was loving every
minute of it.

I then ran my hand down to his egg sized nuts and gently
massaged them feeling how soft and velvety smooth they
were.  Cupping his entire privates in my large left hand.

"Oh Mark baby." I said out of breath.  "You're getting
Daddy really excited."

Mark just moaned since I was still squeezing his dick.  I
then moved my middle finger down and ran it along the
crack of his ass.  I found the tight little puckered hole and
placed the tip of my finger there, poked it and shoved it in
as far as it would go.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Mark yelped.  "That's my butt hole!"

I began to giggle then and continued to French kiss him.

"Yeah it is." I said taking my finger out of his hot little hole
and running it along the crack of his ass.

"Damn you're a hot little fuck."  I said finally realizing
what I was doing.  French kissing my own son while I
fingered him as he sat on Daddy's lap.

I felt like one nasty fuck but at that point was too far gone
to stop.

"Ohhhhhh Mark!" I moaned. "You're making Daddy feel
REALLY good."

Mark continued to bounce up and down on my hard cock
driving me insane and it was all I could do to keep from
shooting in my pants.

I reached around and began jacking on his dick again.  To
my amazement he began thrusting his hips up toward my
stroking hand.

"You like that huh." I said and grinned.  "You like me
jacking on your little cock?"

Mark just groaned and closed his eyes lost in the feeling of
my hand between his legs.

"Hell yeah, you like it.  You're little dick is hard as a
fucking rock.  Look at that little fucker stick straight up!"

Suddenly I couldn't stand it any longer.  "Okay champ."  I
said pulling him off my lap and laying him down on the
couch.  "I'm gonna try something that I haven't done in a
long long time.  If you don't like it, just tell me to stop and
I will."

I looked down as my son laid spread eagled on the couch,
his T-shirt pulled up to his chest, his hard 3 inch cock
pointed straight up toward his smooth stomach.

"Oh fuck yeah.." I whispered reaching out and gently
grabbing the head and squeezing it lightly.  You've got a
beautiful little dick.

My son just closed his eyes and rolled his head to the side.
I looked down and saw a large wet spot staining the front of
my khaki pants.

"Fuck!" I thought.  "This shit is really HOT!"

I then leaned down and slowly placed my open mouth over
my son's erect cock.

"Ahhhhhhh!" He suddenly moaned pushing his hips up into
my sucking mouth.  "DADDDDEEEEE!"

I swirled my tongue around his little pecker much the same
way I'd kissed him, circling, circling circling that hard little
mushroom head.  Then diving down to the base of his dick
until his cock head tickled the back of my sucking throat.

"OH OH OH!" My son moaned thrashing his smooth little
body all over the sofa.  I could tell from his reaction that he
enjoyed what I was doing as much as I was doing it.

I then came up for air and moved up between my sons
spread legs.  I grabbed his ankles and pushed his legs up
toward his chest until his tight little nuts stuck through the
opening at the bottom of his legs.

I reached down and gently began to pump them.  So
smooth.  So soft and supple.  I then pushed his legs up
farther until I could see his little puckered hole.  It was
fucking incredible and I almost came just looking at it.  I
ran my finger along his asscrack stopping to gently probe
his hole.  I then wet my finger in my mouth and went back
to lightly finger him again.   I wet my finger again and
tasted my boy's ass in my mouth.

Oh well, what the hell I thought.  You only live once.  With
that I leaned down and plastered my mouth on my little
boy's hole.

"OHHHHHHHH UUUGGHHHH!" Mark moaned as I
jammed the end of my tongue as far up his ass as it would
go.  I wiggled it around obscenely fucking him with his
father's own mouth.  It was so fucking nasty.  I then moved
up and licked his balls, then once again deep throated that
hot little cock.

Suddenly, Mark bucked twice against my mouth and
screamed out like never before.

"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!
AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH" he cried his eyes shut so tight
it looked like he might pass out.  Suddenly I felt his balls
contract and a hot jet of fluid shot directly into the back of
my sucking throat.

"OHHH FUCK!" I moaned swallowing my son's cum.
The little fucker had just shot into his own dad's mouth!
FUCKIN A!  I couldn't believe it.  The shit was so hot it
almost burned the back of my throat and the 2 intense
blasts were enough to make me swallow several times.

Then Mark just laid still, his eyes closed tight.

I on the other hand was at the breaking point.  I moved up
over my son and jerked down my pants and shorts with one
hard lunge.  My 8 inch cock shot straight out and as soon as
it did Mark's eyes flew open in disbelief.

Just the look of his surprised face was enough to make me
blow.

"OOOOHHHHHH FUUUUCK!!!!" I screamed grabbing
the base of my cock not even having time to jack it.  "I'm
CUUUMMMINNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!"

Suddenly cum shot straight out of the end of my dick
directly into my sons excited face.  The first shots hitting
him right between the eyes.  The 2nd and 3rd and 4th shots
shooting into his little mouth and the rest ran down his
chest in thick trails.

"Ohhhh GOD!" I moaned my eyes still closed not believing
how hard I'd cum.

I slowly opened my eyes too see my boy covered in my
steaming cum.  The even dripped off his chin.  Just the site
of my little tike covered in his father's jizz was enough to
make me hard again.

"Come here champ." I said softly moving over to him.  I
kissed him softly and tasted my cum in his mouth.  I then
ran my finger over his face wiping off the semen, his own
cock was now small as the end of pencil.

"That was REALLY hot Mark."  I said placing the end of
my finger in my mouth to taste my own cum.  I hope you're
okay with what we've done.

Mark just looked at me and shrugged.

"Can I stay up late tonight??"  was all he said, once again
the little negotiator.

"You can stay up as late as you want son." I said getting up
to go into the bathroom to get a warm wash cloth.  My
large flaccid cock still dripping cum onto the floor.  Mark's
eyes watched it closely and I suddenly felt horrible pang of
guilt.

I came back in with Mark's shorts and a clean pair of
boxers for me.

"Why don't we watch some scary movies for awhile," I
said hoping to take Mark's mind off what we'd just done.
I needed some time to think about what to tell him.

After "Dawn of the Dead" lit up the screen, my son was
lost in the gory monsters ripping flesh from the living.  He
curled up tight by my side, his small arms grabbing hold
now and then.  I realized that whatever came of that night
we'd let it remain what it was.  An encounter that many
would find forbidden.  But for me it was the most
incredible experience I could ever hope for.  An experience
with my only son.

After that night I decided to start dating and didn't have
another sexual encounter with Mark, even though there
were several times I knew he wanted to.  There were many
night when I wanted nothing more than to crawl up in his
bed, pull down his shorts and suck his cock, but I refrained,
just because nothing could match that first encounter.

I smile as I think back on it now.  I'm single once again and
living alone and know that my son will be back home to see
his old man.  When Halloween cums around we always
spend it together.  It's a tradition now and I wonder if he
even remembers how it started.  Oh well, I guess it doesn't
matter.

And as I look out the window at the kids passing by with
their parents dressed in their Halloween costumes
following the same tradition that I did with my son, I
realize that, yeah, sometimes treats are for adults too.

The End

Would love to hear about your own true experiences or let me know if you
like what I've posted.

A Happy Halloween to all you ghouls!!

David G.