Date: Tue, 5 Jun 2012 05:49:22 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: Trucking daddy

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Thank you for your continued support. This is a tale of father/son incest.
If this is not of interest please find another story. Though my own incest
experiences were not traumatic sexuality between adult and child is not
advocated. Fantasy is legal, the rest is not. I love to hear from my
readers but due to the overwhelming response emails with photos get
priority.

I can be reached at:
Calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
My name is Rob.

Trucking Daddy

The great thing about the cab of the PeterBuilt truck was the height from
the road. All other vehicles rode low to the ground. Sailing down the
highway on several tons of power was exhilerating for a young boy. Windows
open. Breeze invading the cockpit. It felt as close to flying as was
humanly possible.

    Daddy was a beefy kind of man with fat biceps and a hairy chest. Though
no way thin he was still no gut buster like most other truckers I had
seen. Recently he had shaved his beard but his cheeks and chin had retained
the dark shadow of beard as though it had been badly erased. His green eyes
twinkled when he would glance in my direction offering up a quick joke or
observation of a passing car. With an easy attitude and a quick smile it
was always fun. Daddy made it so.

    On stretches through the flatlands when the sun was scorching we would
ride the rig in t-shirts and briefs (well, me in jockeys and daddy in
boxers). We kept ourselves hydrated with bottled water from the beer cooler
and lots of oranges from the same place. And on rare occasions when daddy
deemed it safe from "the low flying crabs" he would let me sit in his lap
and place my hands on the wheel while he steered.

    The semi had a great roomy back-cab that we'd sleep in at night or I'd
sometimes play in while he drove. But mostly I sat beside daddy as we
soared the open road.

    Summer allowed me a ride in his six-week haul through twelve states. We
stopped at a pit for lunch but upon getting ready for the long stretch
through the flatlands daddy climbed into the back-cab.

    "Its gonna climb in the desert so we'd better strip down" he announced
as he undressed. When done he wore a short sleeve panama shirt and his
socks and boots and nothing else. Not even boxers. "It'll be cooler this
way" he said as he placed a towel on the seat of his bucket and a towel
over the back.

    After the rig had hit the first of the stretch I stood behind his seat
hands grasping either side of his shoulders as he drove.

    "I know. I'll let you steer after we clear some of these "crabs". Then
it'll be safer". He glanced in the rear-view on both sides of the
doors. "So what'd you end up wearing?" He asked as a hand reached behind
the seat. It found my leg then scooped up to my crotch where his fingers
fondled my naked balls. "Jaybird, hunh?" He laughed but he gave my balls
quite the tumble before going back to the wheel.

    It took several cars to pass including one annoyingly slower one before
daddy deemed it clear enough. As he sat back I climbed onto his lap my
hands clasping the large wheel once daddys hands took the six o'clock. At
three and nine I took the rig sailing forth through the desert. The cars
ahead became blurs in the distance. The sun was to our left and the view
ahead was dusty earth, crusty shrub robbing prickly cacti, and endless
road. We sailed ahead.

    Daddys hands slipped from the wheel to rest on my thighs. I had
control! My knees rested on either side of daddys and as he spread his
slightly my legs splayed. He brought his lips to my ear. "Just hold the
wheel still. Let the road guide you". His voice was low, husky. His hands
dance up along my inner thighs then down to my knees. Then up once more.

    Sitting naked on his lap I felt the thickness of him between my legs
like a roll. But it felt comfortable. And even the occasional tumbling of
my balls in his beefy fingers felt good. He allowed me control of the wheel
for almost seven miles before he brought his hands up to replace mine.

    "We're heading up to a pit so you'd better climb down". As I did so he
added "get us some orange" which I peeled and fed him section after
section. It was during this I noticed his swollen log halfway between his
thighs and the steering wheel. Fat and veiny and purple. If he saw me check
him out he never let on and I watched fascinated as it descended to rest
upon his thigh.

    Pulling into the truck stop the rig was parked and dad pulled on a pair
of khaki shorts before opening the door. "I'll get us some burgers. You
dress and join me. Now be rabbit about it".

    Inside we ate and took a piss before heading back to the rig. But we
stopped by the door as daddy surveyed the sky. "I don't like it" was all he
had to mutter and I knew that when darkness fell he would pull to the side
of the road and that would be it for the night. And so it came to pass. On
the shoulder we stopped with breaklights flashing and took a piss in the
brush before we secured the cab for the night. The window was open two
inches on the passenger side and a screen secured in the windshield before
daddy turned the seat and unlaced his boots. I was naked and in the
back-cab before he even got his socks off. The bedding was undone and
smoothed as he crouched in naked.

    A large paw stroked my butt as he sighed wearily. "Looks good". Sliding
in he fell to his back as he pulled me onto him. "Ready for some shut-eye?"
He asked as he kissed my lips hugging me to him. Hands moved over my back
and butt as he kissed my neck and ear. His tongue darted along my ear,
across my cheek then flickered along my lips. As my mouth opened his tongue
invaded and our tongues rolled over each other. His hands held my butt
cheeks open as fingers prodded my asshole. My arms and hands wrapped about
his head as we continued our deep tonguing kiss.

It had been his naked butt bouncing on my thighs that drove me crazy. My
tongue deep in his mouth and his hands all over my head was making my head
throb. My sons ass was so smooth, so round. Luscious. My fingers danced
inside the crack and as my tongue rolled over his I began to imagine the
taste of that sweet hole. I wanted him. Needed him. Taking his right hand
in mine I placed it around my cock groaning into his mouth as he squeezed.

Gee, daddy was big!  So hot to the touch. My fingers squeezed the velvety
warm shaft. He pushed my face to his chest clipping me under the chin as I
suckled his nipple. His lips brushed my forehead as I sucked harder.

The kid was a natural. Sucking my paps expertly, that little tongue
flicking the nipple while his mouth formed a wet pulsing vacuum. As his
hand twisted my knob my fingers felt the closed valley of his ass
cheeks. Right there I could feel the sweet little buzzer. My palm pulling
the cheek open as my fingers slid up and down the smooth alley.

Daddy moved my head to his other side so I could suck the other hairy
nipple. I loved the little hard bump in the middle. The way it felt when I
wiggled my tongue over it. And a big hand on my butt was exciting. But it
was his fat prick in my hand that felt best of all. Sqeezing and twisting
it felt like a hot meaty log.

I had had enough. The kid was driving me crazy. Flipping him around I had
him laying face down on my hairy torso. That magnificent ass spread as his
bent legs rested on either side of my head. Beautiful round boy butt spread
before me. And a sweet little hole inviting me forward. My tongue slicked
forward making contact. Ah. Delicious. Slobbering the crack. Kissing all
over the fleshy cheeks. Sliming his hole as I pulled him onto my face. Ball
sac on my rough chin. Licking the crack. Slobbering an assault on the
asshole. My nose inhaling the edge of his crack. Tongue slicking the boy
cunt. Licking. Poking. Soaking the hole with my spit. Painting his hole
with my tongue. Daddy love.

Daddy grunted as his magnificent tongue wiggled all over my butt. It felt
so so good!  I lowered my mouth and ran my tongue over the tip of his knob
down to the vee. His tongue stopped for a moment until I sucked the
cockhead into my mouth. He groaned. Then began to lick slowly. His knob
filled my mouth. But I sucked him slowly. Feeling the smoothness. Tasting
my daddys saltiness. My hands cupped his tight hairy balls. His own hand
found the back of my head forcing me further down. Only when I gagged did
he ease the pressure. But he was whimpering and groaning deeply.

Fuck. My son was magnificent. What a cocksucker!  And this ass?  Man, oh,
man! Tasty. Smooth. Sweet. I pulled the cheeks so fully onto my face I
couldn't breathe. Pressing boy to dad, cheek to cheek. My tongue scooping
up the taste of my son. A face-cock for that fantastic cunt. My tongue
wiggled inward slightly causing my son to raise his head and groan. He
wriggled his butt causing my tongue to dance at his opening allowing for
greater access. My hands helped grind his butt impaling my tongue.

The tongue felt so amazing! I couldn't help but moan. Looking down I saw
that daddys cock was slick and shiney. A little pearl poured out of his
slit as if waiting for me to suck it up. So I did. Luckily as I sucked on
his bulbous knob there was more of that musky salty cream to swallow. And
it was so good!

With that sweet bung hole on my tongue I took myself in hand and began to
stroke my cock. Man, my son had one helluva suction mouth. Sucking
hard. Determined. His tongue dancing. Teasing. My nuts tightened.

As daddy pumped his pole his fist began to sometimes bump up into my
face. But I couldn't let go of the knob. It was so wet. So tastey. I wanted
more. Needed.

My tongue slobbered. Slicked. Drooled. Saturated. Fuck, what a cocksucker!

As I sucked and daddy pumped his legs began to rock. To spread. Toes
curled. My hands patted his balls lightly. The legs moved somewhat faster.

Fuck. This was fantastic. My balls were so ready. Wanted to
stop. Couldn't. I let go of my rod and pushed his head down. He
resisted. But managed more. No more tongue. Just warm wet
mouth. Sucking. Sucking.

I held my breath as daddys came faster on my butt crack. Sucking harder on
his cock. Hand at the base of my head. Then both hands. Sudden blast of
coolness on my asshole as daddy moved his head back and groaned. Long. Low.
Growls. Then my mouth was filled. Hot thick cream. Blasting. Erupting.
Stinging. As I swallowed. Choked. Gurgled. Drooled some. Swallowed
most. Swallowed. Daddy.

Filled my son.

Swallowed my dad.

Thank you, cocksucker.

More, daddy. More. Sucking your cock into softness. Will keep sucking. Make
you hard again. To come again. Feed me. More. Lots more.