Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2010 16:17:10 +0000
From: Patrick Smith <th_isisme@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: With My Son - Chapter 4

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"With My Son" -- Chapter 4

I panicked as I heard my wife on the staircase. The situation I was in was
unexplainable -- I was passionately kissing my son and had two fingers
buried in his arse hole, whilst he had one in mine.

I heard my wife enter the bathroom and realised we had time to move. First,
I ripped both fingers from his hole, extracting a groan of both pain and
pleasure from him. Then I quickly stood up, which brought his finger from
my hole and my tongue from his mouth. I bent over, picked up his clothes
and passed them to him, during which I whispered to him, "Hide in your
wardrobe. Quickly!"

I took my clothes out and ran into my bedroom. Within seconds I heard her
exit the bathroom and enter our bedroom. I had only managed to put on my
briefs.

"What were you doing?" she asked, giggling. She approached and began
undressing herself. I let her take my pants off and we lay on the
bed. During the sex, all I could think about was Leon. As I pounded her, I
imagined it was Leon's arse beneath me. I tried to erase these thoughts
from my mind, but I couldn't.

As I was nearing my climax, her phone began to ring. She answered it after
a moment of hesitation.

"Yes?" she panted.  There was a long pause, followed by, "Oh, okay. I'll be
there in a minute."

"What is it, honey?"  I asked, curious as to where she had to be.

"I've got to go back to work. Charming! They give you the day off and then
take it back off you."  She pulled off my cock and began to get
dressed. "Sorry we can't finish off."

I was more than happy not to finish off with her. I spent our whole shag
thinking about my son, who was eagerly waiting for my hungry cock.

I waved goodbye to her and then ran upstairs and into Leon's
bedroom. "Leon," I hissed. "Your mother's gone."

Leon emerged from his wardrobe, still naked. He looked like he'd been
crying.

"What's the matter?"  I asked, confused. I reached out my hand to comfort
him, but he hit it away.

"I heard you in there!" he roared, furiously. "With her. Fucking her like I
don't even exist."

"Watch your language!" I scolded. I sighed. "I'm sorry, but she's my
wife. I love her. And she's your mother. Have some respect for her,
please."

After a long pause, he replied, "I'm being selfish. It's
just... I've... I've wanted you for a long time now. And when you had your
fingers inside me, fingering me, it... it felt right." He blushed.

I scooped him into my arms and passionately kissed him. "I love you, son,"
I said. I then pushed him backwards onto his brother's bed and spread his
legs. I got on my knees between them and kissed his tight hole,
occasionally slipping my tongue inside. When he was nice and wet, I began
fingering him again. He moaned with pleasure.

In between groans and moans, he said, "Let me get my fingers back in your
hole." So I turned us both around so he was lying on top of me, with his
ass in my face and mine in his. I pulled my finger nearly all the way out
and then pushed it all the way back in.  With no warning, he plunged his
finger straight into my tight anus. I let out a roar of pleasure, shock and
pain. "Gently please!"

He giggled. His finger was all the way in now. He pulled it back and then
all the way in again.  It was driving me insane -- the pleasure was so
intense.

We continued like this for at least half an hour. Then I pulled my finger
out and told him to do the same. I put my finger in his mouth. "Suck it," I
said. He did. "Look at you, you little slut - sucking your daddy's finger
that was just in your own arse hole. Now jerk me off!"

He did as he was told and started rubbing my cock. I did the same to
him. We were soon both brought to climax. Our cum went everywhere.

"Lick it up," I commanded. I picked up my clothes and redressed.

"Where are you going?"  he asked, curiosity scrawled all over his face.

"I've got to go...  out," I said, making a quick run from his room. I
dashed down the stairs, out the door and into my car.

What had I just done?  I had my fingers up my son's... What kind of
disgusting person does that? I didn't think I was that sort of
person. "What if he tells her?" I said aloud. But I knew what would
happen. I'd be arrested. My life would be over. There would be nothing to
live for. Max, Jennifer and Leon would never want to see me again.

"I can't let this happen again," I decided.

But I wanted it to happen again. And somehow, I knew it would.



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