Date: Thu, 14 Apr 2005 17:27:30 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Why Daddies Marry Mommies

			 WHY DADDIES MARRY MOMMIES
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     When I walked out of school that day, Daddy met me at the door.
"Daddy!" I called out and ran over to him. He knelt down and gave me a
great, big hug! God, my Daddy is such a big, strong man, he then scooped me
up and I ended up sitting on one broad forearm like I was still a little
baby! That got our heads more or less level, I was a head taller than him
in this position, and I grinned down at him. "Hi, Daddy!"
     "You have a good day at school, Son?" Daddy asked me.
     "Uh-huh!" I said. "I painted a cow."
     "You painted a cow?" Daddy asked. "Did it moo at you?"
     "No-o-o-o!" I giggled. "That's silly."
     "Did it like you painting it?"
     "No-o-o-o." I was laughing at Daddy now.
     "How did you get it to hold still while you were painting it?" Daddy
asked me.
     "Oh, Daddy!" I said, understanding. "I didn't paint an actual cow!"
     "You painted a pretend cow?"
     "No, no!" I said. "I painted a cow on a piece of paper with my
paintbrushes. I got the picture in my backpack."
     "You got the picture in your backpack?"
     "Uh-huh." I said. "I'm going to put it on the fridgerator when we get
home."
     "Oh." Daddy said. "Well, guess what?"
     "What?"
     "We're not going home tonight." Daddy started carrying me out to where
our car was parked.
     "We're not?"
     "Nope." Daddy said. "You and me are going to be staying somewhere else
from now on."
     "Huh?" I was surprised by this, as you can imagine. "Where?"
     "I don't know just yet." Daddy admitted. "Got to find a new place. But
tonight, we'll stay at a motel, just you and me."
     "Where's Mommy Teresa?" I asked. I was talking about my stepmother, my
father's second wife. My own mother had died when I was only a year old. He
had married Teresa two years ago, when I was five, I was a ring-bearer at
their wedding. I didn't really remember it, but we had pictures of me
holding the pillow with the rings on it.
     "She doesn't want you and me living with her anymore." Daddy
said. "She told me to pack our stuff and get out."
     We were at the car, and I saw that the entire back of the car was
filled with clothes and stuff. "We have to move out?" I said. I was upset,
but not a whole lot. I mean, Mommy Teresa and Daddy argued a lot. I would
sit in my bed and hear her yelling about something or other. All too often,
it was me. I couldn't seem to do anything that made her happy. Once I
painted a really nice picture of a family on the living room wall, and oh,
the fuss she made! I thought it was pretty, but I was told by Daddy after
that I could only draw on paper. I did it that way...but it would be
something else to get Mommy Teresa mad at me, usually because I
accidentally broke some dumb thing or other in her house (she had
oh-so-many knick-knacks on everything, everywhere!), but sometimes, she was
just mad at Daddy. But whatever it was, it was always ending with her
regretting ever getting married to Daddy and his "brat of a kid!"
     "Yep, you and me are single again." Daddy said. "Just a couple of
bachelors out in the world." Daddy put me in the passenger seat and put the
seatbelt around me himself to be sure it was on tight. It made me feel real
grown-up, sitting there instead of my usual seat in the back with the
special chair.
     We had supper at McDonald's and then Daddy drove us to a motel. We
would look for an apartment, one with furniture, Daddy said, and not too
far from my school, in the morning.
     I got into the room and me and Daddy sprawled out onto the bed and
watched television. The heat wave was going on and there was no
air-conditioner in the room.
     I sweated through my shirt. "Can I take my shirt off, Daddy?" I asked
about eight o'clock at night. "It's so hot in here."
     "Go ahead." Daddy said. "In fact, I think I'll do that myself. No
reason to sit here all bundled up."
     "Yeah, since we're two bachelors." I said, grinning.
     He grinned back. "That's right."
     I took my shirt off and threw it on the floor where I'd already thrown
my dirty socks. Sitting on the bed, bare feet made better sense, Daddy had
done the same thing. I'd watched his large, athletic toes that wriggled
themselves like he didn't know he was doing it, they fascinated me, he even
had hair down there on his toes, on the top of his feet. I wondered if I
would have hair on my feet when I got bigger. My own feet were quite
hairless, not even the tiny little white hairs I had on my arms.
     Daddy took his shirt off and I stared at the hairy chest he had. Such
a thick layer of hair, black and curly, like a dog I had petted once. I
wondered if it would feel the same, if I was to pet Daddy's chest.
     I got up next to Daddy, scooting under one of his big arms he had
splayed out over the top of the pillows. I caught an aroma from his armpit,
a thick, heavy smell that made me feel kind of funny inside. Such a strong
smell, like you could just sort of dive in and swim in it, and feel all
safe and warm and loved.
     I snuggled in closer, feeling the dampness on my shoulder from Daddy's
armpit, and the hairs there tickled. I put my head on Daddy's muscled arm
and smiled up at him and he smiled down at me. I dared then to reach out
and touch that hairy chest of his.
     Mmmmm! All soft and warm and fuzzy. It WAS like petting that dog, just
the same, only this Daddy-fur was softer. And his chest was so warm under
it, a little slick with his sweat.
     I looked up at Daddy as I did this, and he grinned down at me, his
teeth were as big as the rest of him. I smiled back and kept on stroking
his chest, bolder now I knew he didn't care.
     "You like that?" Daddy asked me.
     "Uh-huh." I said. "Only you're kind of sweaty still. So am I."
     "Well, maybe we need to take some more of these clothes off, huh?"
Daddy suggested.
     "Yeah." I agreed and stood up. My pants were off and I looked up at
Daddy. He had undid his pants without even getting up.
     "You have to take yours off, too, Daddy." I said.
     "Why don't you pull them off?" Daddy said. "Think you're big enough to
do that?"
     Any boy wants to be "big enough" to do anything, so I said, "Sure."
     "Then go ahead." Daddy said.
     I grabbed Daddy's pants by the waist and Daddy helped a little by
lifting up his buttocks. I wormed at them and they slid down. It was like
peeling a giant banana, only the jeans were even tighter than that. But
after I got them down past his upper legs, they came on off easy enough,
though they ended up inside-out. I put the jeans down on top of mine and
looked back at Daddy. He was now only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, and
something was wrong with them. Or something in them.
     "Daddy?"
     "Yes, son?"
     "What's wrong with your wiener?" I asked.
     "Wrong with it?"
     "Yeah, it's all sticking up." It was! I'd never seen a wiener ever do
anything but lay there all flat and limp. But this was all swollen and
stiff. "Is it swollen?"
     "Yeah, it's swollen." Daddy said.
     "What's wrong with it?"
     "Nothing's wrong with it, Son." Daddy explained kindly. "It gets that
way sometimes."
     "But...what do you do about it?" I asked. "You can't put your jeans
back on with your wiener sticking out."
     "I have to make it go down." Daddy said.
     "How do you do that?"
     "Well." Daddy seemed at a loss for words. "Well, it's why daddies and
mommies get married."
     "It's why you married Mom?" I asked, meaning my real mother.
     "Yep, and it's also why I married Teresa." Daddy said. "A man marries
a woman because his dick gets all hard on him, and he needs her to help him
make it go down."
     "But how does marrying a woman get your dick to go back down?" I
said. That didn't make any sense."
     "Well, when a man and a woman get in bed, they do things that makes
your dick go soft again."
     "Oh." I said. "Is that what I heard sometimes at night. And I asked
Mommy Teresa if you two were jumping on your bed at night and she told me
no and to stop talking dirty?"
     Dad looked exasperated. "It's not dirty! Cripes, trust that bi--, that
woman to tell you it was dirty. Nothing dirty about it."
     "So what is it that makes the bed bounce up and down?"
     "Well..." Dad bit his lip and then plunged in. "You're old enough to
hear this, I guess. You see, a man's dick has this stuff inside it which is
what makes it get hard. The woman has this kind of slit where your dick is
and I put it inside that and work it back and forth and that makes the
stuff come out. And that stuff inside a woman's slit is what makes
babies. It's what made you."
     "Really?" I was wide-eyed at this, as you can imagine! "I came out of
your dick?"
     "Partly." Daddy said. "The stuff in my dick and an egg inside your
mother, they get together and it makes a baby, just like we made you."
     I thought this over. "Cool!" I said. "So...what are you going to do
about your dick without Mommy Teresa anymore."
     "Well...there are things a man can do when he doesn't have a woman. He
can use his hand to make the stuff come out. You don't make a baby that
way, but it makes the cock go back down again."
     "Really?" I said. "So how do you do it?" I said. "Can I see it?"
     "You just wrap your hand around it and pump it up and down like this."
Daddy moved his hand in the air to show me what he meant. "When you get
older, you can do it for yourself. I'm kind of surprised you haven't
figured that out for yourself yet."
     "Gosh, no!" I said, wide-eyed. "My wiener isn't nearly big enough for
me to do that with my hand."
     "You can just use your fingers." Daddy said.
     I immediately gave it a try, reaching into my briefs and using my
fingertips, I worked my little dick back and forth. "Ooh!" I said in some
surprise. "That feels real good, Daddy."
     "It does feel good when you do it." Daddy said, his chest heaving up
and down, like he was getting out of breath. His cock (a new word for me,
learned from my Daddy just now) was getting even bigger and harder.
     "Daddy, it looks like you'd better take care of that right now." I
said. "If you don't, it's going to pop like a balloon, boom!"
     "Maybe I ought to." Daddy said. "Though I got enough of that from
Teresa, damn her." he said. "Most nights, she wouldn't even let me touch
her, and when she did, it was `Let me use my hand, I don't want to get
pregnant,' or `Let me suck it instead, you like it when I suck your dick.'"
Dad reached down and began to fondle himself, like he was forgetting I was
even there. "God, that woman drove me absolutely crazy. Why did I ever
marry her, such a frigid bitch of a woman." He took his cock out and his
hand began pumping up and down on it, long and slow strokes of his hand, up
and down, up and down, it was hypnotizing to his seven-year-old son's
goggling eyes.
     "How do you suck a dick, Daddy?" I asked him, my voice soft as I
stared at his cock, it was so big and round and red.
     "Same way as you do your hand, only you use your mouth." Daddy said.
     "Is that something that mommies and daddies do?" I asked. "Is that why
daddies marry mommies?"
     "It's part of the reason." Daddy said. "With Teresa, it was about the
only reason I had. God, that woman could suck a cock so damned well. But
hell, I wanted more."
     While Daddy was reminiscing, and pumping slowly on his cock, he didn't
notice me, his little boy, crawling up on to the bed with him, he was lost
in his feelings, in his memories.
     Only when I got my hand on his dick did Daddy suddenly remember that
his son was in the same room with him. "Ooh, oh, oh, Son!" he gasped
out. "God, what are you doing?"
     "I want to do it for you, Daddy." I said. "Please, Daddy, let me do it
for you, just like Mommy Teresa would. I bet I can suck your cock as good
as she could. Can I try it, Daddy, please?"
     "Ohhh, ohhh, oh, fuck!" Daddy gasped. "God, Son, God, yes!"
     Eagerly I bent over and put my lips on it. As I slid that fat cockhead
through my lips and into my mouth, Daddy let out a single, long, low
moan. It was like the sound a boat made when it creaked while tied up to
the pier, I'd heard it a few weeks ago, that same sound, sort of an
"uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
     I held on with my lips and worked Daddy's cock the way my fingers had
worked my own pud. It was kind of like the same thing, only my fingers were
too big for my cock, and my Daddy's cock was too big for my mouth. All I
could do was get that thick head into my mouth and kind of roll it around.
     "Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, God, yes, baby, yes!" Daddy groaned. "That's
how you do it, that's how you suck your Daddy's dick, baby, yes!"
     There was that smell again, only stronger, the same smell I had
smelled while cuddled into his armpit, but heavier, thicker, and
damper. And that same smell was the taste of his cock in my mouth, all
male, all man, all DADDY!
     Daddy moaned and his hips hunched up at me, shoving that huge prong
into my mouth, I choked a time or two, but he didn't notice and I figured
out how to keep from gagging when he thrust it into me. Daddy was feeling
so good, I could tell, that I wasn't going to do anything to stop him
feeling that good, whatever it took, I was going to hang onto him!
     The light in the room was sort of bluish from the neon light of the
motel sign outside and above our window. It turned my Daddy into a glowing
figure of blue shining with patterns from his hair, all muscles outlined,
all hairs gleaming, all of him showing in a smooth, clean color. I wanted
to get my paintbrushes and paint this now, while I could see it, see my
Daddy lying on the bed, his body so beautiful and shining and blue in the
night, his muscles flexing as they thrust his cock up into my mouth, his
mouth loosing small sounds of guttural pleasure, mmmm, uhhh, ahhh, uhhh,
mmmm, uhhhh!
     Daddy's hips got more frantic, he was hunching up into me even rougher
now, and I had all I could to to hold onto him, but his sounds were also
stronger, more urgent, and I knew that he had to do it this way, had to get
his body moving fast enough to let him get rid of that stuff that was
making his dick so painfully hard, I could feel it inside of his dick,
pulsing inside there, I knew that he had a whole bunch of it inside him and
he needed to get it out, so bad. And since Mommy Teresa wasn't here to get
it out of my Daddy, I was going to do it. My Daddy needed to get his stuff
out of his cock, and I was going to do it for him!
     "Oh, oh, Son, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Daddy grunted. "Going to shoot
it out, going to shoot it, oh, oh, oh, Baby, uh, oh, I'm coming, I'm
coming, I, uh, uh, guh, ugh, guh, GNNNN-FUHHHHCCCKKKKUUUHHHH!" He almost
shouted that last sort-of word out and that was when he shot his stuff out
of his cock.
     And he wasn't kidding, it was suddenly bursting out into my mouth,
hard and fast, and I found myself with a heavy, hot load of salty, sticky,
gooey stuff, and this was what my Daddy had used to make me with my Mommy,
this was his stuff, and I took it inside myself and I gulped it down
proudly, because if it could go inside my Mom and make me, then it couldn't
hurt me any, and my Daddy needed me to take it so bad.
     "OOOH, GOD, SON, GOD, OHH, OOH, BABY, UHH, UHHH, UHH,
GUHHHhhhhhhnnnnnnhhhh!" Daddy groaned and his motions slowed down and
became less controlled, now he was sort of flopping about like a fish lying
in the bottom of the boat had done, struggling, but without purpose and
without any use, just moving because he had to.
     I had swallowed most of his come, but a lot of it had slid down his
cock and dribbled onto his balls. WhenI finished what was in my mouth, and
with Daddy lying there flat on his back, not moving, but his cock still
hard as it could be, I began licking at the shaft, trying to get all of his
stuff. It tasted funny...but I liked it, because it tasted of my Daddy.
     "Mmmhhh! God, yes, Son, lick my dick clean." Daddy moaned. "God, baby,
you were good, so damned good!" Daddy's hand wearily landed on top of my
head and he gave me a feeble sort of "attaboy" rub on my head. And as he
did that, his dick began to slacken and go down and shrink.
     "That got it all out of you, huh, Daddy?" I said proudly. "I got all
that stuff out of your wiener, didn't I?"
     "You sure did, baby, you sure did." Daddy said. "Daddy's proud of his
little boy, he did a real good job of sucking my cock."
     "And now you won't have to go back to Mommy Teresa." I declared.
     "Huh?"
     "You said this was why you married Mommy Teresa." I pointed out. "And
now, with me to do it for you, you don't have to marry Mommy Teresa again,
do you?"
     Dad thought about that and he suddenly barked out a laugh I'd never
heard before. Almost a single burst of sound, but it was loud and hearty
and happy and content. "You're absolutely right, Son." he said to me. "Long
as you take care of my dick for me, I don't have any reason to go marrying
any more mommies."
     "Just you and me." I said as I reached up for Daddy's lips with my
own. "Just the two of us from now on."
     "Just you and me." Daddy promised. "Two guys, living on their own and
loving it."
     "Yeah." I said.
     "You'd better get some sleep." Daddy said. "We got a busy day ahead of
us tomorrow. Got to find us a new place to live. With a yard for you to
play in, I hope, an apartment in the back of someone's house or near a
park."
     "And a nice big bed for both of us." I said sleepily. "So I can take
care of you every night."
     "Every morning and every night." Daddy agreed. "I wouldn't have it any
other way."
     And I went to sleep snuggled up against my Daddy's big, brawny body,
surrounded by the thick smell of his arms and breathing in his essence.
     Daddy would never have a reason to get married again, if I had my way!

				  THE END
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