Date: Mon, 30 Nov 2009 19:46:17 +0000
From: Patrick Smith <th_isisme@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: With My Son - Chapter 2

Thanks for all the responses I got for the first part. I hope you all enjoy
this.

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. I felt my cock rising and got the urge
to stroke it. So I stroked it. The image that kept returning to my mind was
that of my son lying naked, taking himself to an orgasm.

I was on the verge of cumming all over my underpants and the bed, so I
stopped stroking and got out of bed. I checked the time - 7:18am. I had to
get dressed in time to take my kids to school.

"Jennifer," I said, shaking my wife. She opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"Morning, gorgeous," she replied, leaning up and kissing me on the lips. I
felt empty as she kissed me, but then I remembered the feel of Leon's lips
on mine. It made my cock harden again. I kissed my wife harder and more
passionately, imagining it was my son I was making out with.

"You need to get dressed for work," I said half-heartedly. I felt empty
inside again. I realised why; I wished it had have been Leon kissing me,
not Jennifer.

I hopped off the bed and opened the bed-side drawers. I pulled out a pair
of socks and pulled them up my hairy feet. I then grabbed my jeans which
were in a heap on the floor. I pulled them up my hairy legs. I sprayed some
deodorant on my hairy armpits and then threw a plain white t-shirt over my
hairy chest.

"Close the door!" Jennifer shouted as I walked out of the room. So I did.

As I walked along the hall I started panicking. I had to go and make sure
both Leon and Max were awake and getting dressed for school; however, I was
terrified of coming face to face with Leon again.

I decided to stop being so childish and opened the door to their bedroom.
Leon wasn't wearing a shirt, but had his trousers on. He was bent over
facing away from me, but I could see he was zipping his trousers up. I just
stared at the perfect ass that was staring up at me. I wanted to go and
feel it. I wanted to spread his beautiful ass cheeks and bury my lips in
his anus.

I felt disgusted with myself. Here I am, a straight married man,
fantasising about his own son. I didn't understand where the interest in my
son came from. I've never really been interested in men before. Well, I
have occasionally. Back when I shared a flat, I used to fuck some of my
male roommates. And also, when I was on a business trip once, I let an
older man give me oral sex in a hotel suite. Sometimes, I get the urge to
sit and watch gay porn, too. I guess I'm bisexual. But I usually prefer
women. But when I get the urge to have sex with a guy or watch gay porn,
it's really hot and much more wild than with women. I think this stems from
the fact that my wife is the perfect woman for me, so I could never cheat
on her with another woman. But men... That's a different story.

But of all the men I've had sex with, none of them excited me as much as
Leon did. Maybe it's the fact that he's my son that I find such a turn on.

Suddenly he stood up, which brought me back down to earth. He turned around
and blushed. I did the same. It was an awkward situation.

"Uh," I stammered. "Where's your brother?"

"He's in the bathroom," Leon said, barely looking me in the eye.

"Thanks," I said nervously. I walked out of the room and closed the door. I
knocked on the door of the bathroom. "Max?" I yelled.

I heard the door unlock and saw my son exit the bathroom. "Yeah?" he asked,
rubbing his eyes.

"You're still in your pyjamas. Hurry up and get dressed, you've got school
soon."

I went downstairs, walked into the lounge, switched on the light and lay
down on sofa. I felt so exhausted, so I just closed my eyes and within
minutes I was asleep.

I awoke with a jolt. I looked up and saw Leon just watching me. When he
noticed my eyes opening he quickly stepped backwards.

"Uh... I was just waking you up, Dad," he gulped.

"Thanks."

* * * * *

"Hurry up, boys!" I yelled up the stairs. I stood by the front door,
waiting for Leon and Max to hurry up so I could take them to
school. Jennifer had left for work a couple of minutes ago (she works as an
accountant and has her own car to drive her to work).

Max dashed down the stairs, dragging his bag behind him. I passed his coat
to him. He smiled, begrudgingly. He wasn't a morning person, I had realised
by living with him.

I opened the front door and led him to the car. He sat in the front
passenger seat. I sat in the drivers seat, obviously.

Moments later, Leon clambered out of the house, closing the door behind
him. He strolled to the car and pulled open the door to the back. He
climbed in and put on his seatbelt.

When I was sure everyone was ready, I began to drive.

"What lessons have you got today?" I asked Max, breaking the awkward
atmosphere.

"We have an art day," he said, following it up with a wide grin.

"That's cool," I said. "What about you?" I avoided eye contact with Leon.

"Uh... I think I have double English, Maths and double P.E. And we're doing
swimming today."

I instantly got hard imagining him in tight, wet Speedos. I've always had a
thing for swimmers.

The rest of the journey was spent in complete silence; Max was half asleep,
whilst me and Leon were barely looking at each other, let alone speaking.

I eventually pulled up at Max's school. There was a four year age
difference between my sons, so they both attended different schools. Max
attended primary school, Leon attended secondary school. They were both
public schools.

Both me and Max got out of the car. I locked the doors and took Max inside
the school gates.

"See ya, Son," I said softly, as he gradually walked towards the School
doors. I looked around at all the other parents and their children. They
all looked so happy.

I got back in the car and drove to Leon's school. When we got there, he
quickly opened his door and climbed out.

"Bye," I called after him. I got no response. Part of me was sad, the other
part was really confused - not at his actions, but at mine.

* * * * *

It was a few minutes past nine by the time I got back home. As soon as I
got home I rushed upstairs and hunted for Leon's laptop. I found it,
switched it on and sat on his bed. A few minutes later, I opened up Mozilla
Firefox and searched his history. I was determined to find the exact video
he had been watching. I found it and opened it up. I was shocked at what it
was; it was incest porn. To be more precise, father and son anal sex. The
son only looked about fourteen, with no body hair. The dad was hairy all
over, a bit on the chubby side and with a huge cock.

"Oh God!" I exclaimed. "He's gonna stick that up there?!"

I watched with a mixture of horror and curiosity as the man shoved his
large, fat cock up his son's tight arse. I unbuttoned my jeans and took my
cock out. I started wanking hard. Then the father began to orgasm in his
son's arse. Cum was dripping out of his hole. The hot sight drove me
straight to orgasm and cum began flowing from my penis. I lifted my t-shirt
up and let the cum flow into my hairy chest. When I was finished cumming, I
started rubbing it all in.

Then curiosity got the better of me. I scooped a big bit of cum from my
body and tasted it. Surprisingly, I quite enjoyed it. Then I had an even
better idea. I pulled my jeans off completely and spread my legs. Then I
got my index finger, soaked it in my cum and searched for my arsehole. When
I found it, I put some pressure on it and it went in. I gasped as it did
so. I put it all the way in and then began bringing it in and out. On the
video, the father was fingering his son's hole and feeding them both the
cum. It was such a turn on for me. So with my free hand (my right hand), I
gathered all the remaining cum. I took my finger out of my hole and put all
the cum on the fingers and inserted them into my hole
individually. Eventually, I had a big gathering of my own cum in my
hole. After a while of fingering myself, I took the fingers out and played
with my ass muscles. I kept clenching and unclenching my hole. Then I
spread my cheeks and squirted all the cum out of my hole. It ran onto
Leon's bed, which turned me on even further. I climbed off the bed and
started licking where the cum had landed. I tasted cum mixed with sweat and
ass juices. It made me melt.

Just as I was getting into it, I heard the phone ring. It shocked the life
out of me. I pulled my underpants and my jeans up and dashed down the
stairs, catching the phone just in time.

"Hello," I answered, breathing slowly to make my heart rate return to
normal. I turned to face the clock and noticed that it was nearly ten
o'clock already! I spent quite a while up there, it seems.

"Hello, Mr Smith," came the reply. The voice was a woman's voice. "This is
Mrs. Cole from your son Leon's school. I phoned to say that he has been
feeling ill and needs to be picked up immediately."

"Oh, dear..." I replied. "Um... Is he really bad, then?"

"Well, according to the note I got off his teacher, he was too ill to focus
and was really pale. We've got to send him home so he doesn't spread any
germs. I hope you understand."

I was secretly fuming that I had to call short this session, as I was
enjoying playing with my ass. But I knew that I had to make sure my son was
okay.

"Okay," I sighed. "I'll be there in a few minutes to pick him up."

I quickly ran upstairs and turned off the laptop and made a decent job at
cleaning his bed and making it look like I hadn't been near his laptop.

I walked past his wall-length mirror and got the urge to look at my
hole. So I pulled my jeans and underwear down and examined my hole. It was
all moist and sticky; the hair around it was white and the whole itself was
full of cum. It was such an incredibly sight.

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Thanks for reading! Part 3 will be coming soon, hopefully.