Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2001 07:39:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ed Rock <storywriter44@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Sins of his Father 2' (t/t,m/t,oral,anal,dom)

                      Sins of his Father 2

     At least on the events of today, I decided to come clean with
my son.  I told him that I not only overheard his conversation with
Timothy in the clothing store but also witnessed what happened in his
bedroom.   I said that while the relationship between him and Timothy
was understandable, stealing was not.   His face flushed, but to his
credit he didn't try to deny it.

     "You're 16 years old Mark!  It's time that you grow up and start
behaving like a man.  Timmy looks up to you!  What kind of example are
you setting for him.   Stealing is wrong and both of you have to be
punished for it... that much is certain."

     As I was talking with my son, Timmy continued tongue-bathing my
balls.  I moved Timmy's head back, telling him to finish by kissing
the tip of my cock.

     "Timmy, get up off your knees and stand next to your boyfriend.
Mark, I want you to go upstairs and get properly dressed for supper.
A pair of long pants and a collared shirt would be nice.  You decide
what you want your girlfriend Timmy should wear."

     "Is it OK if I dress Timmy in a pair of panties, Dad?"

     "It's entirely up to you, son.  After all, he's your girlfriend."

     I could see that our conversation had Timmy upset.

     "Now Timothy, I know how self conscious you are about being
naked.   This is part of your punishment.  Mark wants to transform
you into a girl so you'll wear panties or whatever else he decides.
I decide the rules for bedtime.  Because Mark is sixteen, he will be
allowed to stay up until eleven o'clock but you... young lady, will
be bathed, powdered and put in my son's bed by nine."

     "Mark, your punishment is that you lose driving privileges for
one week!  Tomorrow, I'm going to call the store manager and arrange
for you to pay for the items you stole.  I'll give you my credit card
so you can shop for some other nice undergarments and a few dresses
for Timmy."

     "but sir... i don't want to wear girl's clothing... i'm a boy,
not a girl!!

     "Look Timmy!  Your dad and me are both divorced from our wives.
We made the same mistake, not being strict enough with our women.  I
won't allow that to happen between you and Mark.   He is your man and
you must obey him.   You said that you love my son Mark and want to
please him.    If that's true, then you must trust him.  If Mark
wants you to dress like his woman, then do it!  I don't think he's
being unreasonable... do you?   You have the body of a young girl and
it should not be covered up in the baggy boy's clothing that you've
been wearing.  Mark and I agree on that.   Your body should be
perfumed, on display, ready to pleasure your man.  It's obvious that
you're not comfortable with the role he wants you to play.   That
will be changed during the course of the next two weeks.  Do you
understand what I'm saying honey?"

     "i... i think so...sir."

     "That's settled then!  Mark, when mom left she didn't take a lot
of her things with her.   In her vanity are all sorts of lipsticks,
eyeliners etc.   Use anything you want to make your little cutie
attractive to you."

     "Thanks Dad... I'm still not sure about all this myself.  All
I know is that I love Timmy more than anyone else in the world.  I
rather die than harm her"

     "I know son... love is like that!"

     I was in the kitchen when Mark and Timmy returned.   Mark was
carrying a pair of girl's panties.  Timothy was still naked but was
now wearing rouge, lipstick and eyeliner with a yellow bow in his
hair.  When he saw me, he looked down at his feet, apparently
embarrassed by his new look.   My son sat on a kitchen chair and
patted his pants leg.  This was Timmy's signal to come to him.  Mark
held the panties open and Timmy stepped in them.  After drawing them
up his shapely legs, Mark smoothed the silk material over his soft,
plump asscheeks, gave them a squeeze and kissed him.  It made me
proud to see how much in love the two of them were.   I hoped that
eventually Timmy would become that loving with me.   He is such a
beautiful boy.

     I had made a pot of spaghetti and meatballs.  They both seemed
to enjoy it.   Mark and Timothy sat together, directly across from
me.   My cock twitched when Timothy's cheeks hollowed as he sucked a
particularly long strand of pasta.   It didn't help when he followed
that with a drink of milk, leaving a white mustache on his upper lip.
Mark speared a large meatball and playfully held it up to Timmy's
mouth.  I almost fell on the floor when he licked it before taking a
small bite.  God, I wonder if this kid has any idea how incredibly
sexy he is!

     I volunteered to do the dishes by myself because I needed time
to regain my composure.   When I went into the living room, the two
boys were on the sofa with Timmy perched on Mark's lap.  Mark had
both his hands inside the elastic waist band of Timmy's panties,
stroking his genitals and talking to him.

     "Don't worry Timmy... tonight I won't stay up until eleven
o'clock.  I'm sure Dad will understand because it's your first night
here with us and you're a little nervous.  I want to be with you too!
If you're asleep, I'll wake you.   When I peel back the covers and
see you laying there in your teddy, I won't be able to just let you
sleep.   You're my girl and I'll be wanting some sugar!"

     "i... i... love you Markie."

     "I love you too sweetheart, my darling Timmygirl."

     I popped a boner just listening to them and coughed on purpose
to alert them to my presence.  Mark quickly removed his hands and
pulled Timmy back to lay flat against his chest.  Timmy's head was
tucked under my son's chin and he cooed with contentment while my son
tweaked his little titties.

     I sat in a lounge chair on the other side of the low coffee
table positioned between us.   Mark whispered something in Timmy's
ear.   Timmy slid off Mark's body and nervously walked toward me.

     "Stand up on the coffee table, honey.  I know you're very self
conscious and I want to help with that.  You are a beautiful boygirl,
sweetheart, take off your panties for daddy.  Let me see you naked."

     A tear rolled down his cheek as Timmy stepped up on the table
and let his panties drop to his ankles.  He was so cute, totally
embarrassed at being naked and on display.  I drank in his beauty
with my eyes.  Only 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing 110 pounds, his
blond shoulder length locks cascaded around his ears and slender,
feminine neck.  His pectoral muscles are defined with perfectly formed,
taut brown nubbins centering them.  The ribcage is visible underneath
a covering of flawless white skin but not prominent enough to make him
appear undernourished.  His waist measures about 26 with an inny belly
button cave begging to be explored with a masculine tongue.
Symmetrical hipbones frame his tiny erect penis resting on top of a
delicious looking pair of undersized boyballs.   An absence of pubic
and leg hair gives testimony to his youth, a combination of both his
tender years and my son's dutiful attention to them with a razor.

     My eight inch cock was fully hard now, straining for release.
There was one more feature of the boy, my personal favorite, that I
wanted to see.

     "Turn around slowly, love."

     His ass, oh god, his perfect bubble-butt ass... it should be
made into a sculpture and photographed from every angle for future
generations to enjoy.

     "Do you mind Mark, if I indulge myself a bit with Timmy?"

     "No Dad, go ahead!"

     I stood up and placed my hands on his hips.  He flinched, not
having seen my approach from behind.   His small hands moved on top
of mine in an effort to maintain his precarious balance.   I kissed
the pillowy soft twin globes before gently plying them apart like
two delicate sections of a nectarine.   The hidden flower revealed,
it's pink, puckered petals seemed to wink an invitation to be plumbed.
I accepted by stabbing through the token resistance it offered with
a small cockhead formed by my wet tongue.

     "oooh...", Timmy moaned.   It was the verbal clue I needed to
continue my assault.   I drove my tongue deeper, burrowing into the
circular walls of his ass chute.   I released his asscheeks, allowing
them to clamp my mouth and hold it in position.   I moved my left
hand higher on his hip and grabbed hold of his cock with my right.
Using it as a lever, I pulled him back tighter against my oral to
anal embrace.    After several minutes of probing and tasting the
nether regions of the boy, I released him and sat down.

     Timmy stepped down from the coffee table into the extended arms
of his boyfriend, my son.   He was confused and needed reassurance.
Mark seemed astonished at what I had just done and frankly so was I.
Timmy had awakened a lust in me that had hibernated for years.

     "I apologize son.  I shouldn't have done that without asking
you.  It's just that your Timmy is so beautiful, I couldn't help
myself."

     "It's OK Dad.  She makes me crazy like that too sometimes.  I
don't mind sharing her with you... I know how lonely you've been
since Mom left.   Timmy, tell Dad what we talked about when he was
in the kitchen!"

     "mark wants me to be nice to you, Mr. Pearson.  he wants me to
give you pleasure... do what you ask.   he said that you might like
me to act more like a little boy for you."

     "Oh honey... please call me 'Daddy'... not 'Mr. Pearson'.  It's
true that I think of you more as a boy... a sissy boy... but I don't
want you to be confused.   You're my son's girl and I'll just start
to think of you as the daughter I never had.   When we're alone... I
might ask you to shed your panties or take off your dress for me...
but make no mistake... you're my son's girl and that won't ever
change!   If you love me half as much as you love my son... I'll be
very happy."

     "i... i do daddy!  i already love you way more than that."

     "Thank you Timmy... and thank you too, son.  You've made your
daddy very proud!"

     I joined them on the sofa and we watched TV together.  At my
son's direction, Timmy slipped down to the carpet and knelt between
my legs.  He finished giving me the blow job that had been interrupted
earlier in the basement.  Mark and I talked casually while Timmy
sucked on my cock like a newborn.   I came several times in his mouth
and he didn't miss a drop.   My son had taught him well.   Around
eight thirty, I suggested that Timmy should be getting ready for
bed.   Mark agreed and sent him upstairs to fill the tub.   Timmy
called down to us about 10 minutes later and said that it was ready.

     Mark started upstairs but stopped halfway.

     "Care to join me Dad?  I'll wash her and you can dry."

     I couldn't refuse.   Fathers and sons should do more things
together, it's what keeps a family strong.   All thoughts of exacting
revenge on Timmy for what his father had done to me years earlier,
were gone.   How could I look at my sweet sissyboy Timmy and feel
anything but love.



the end for now!

Let me know what you think.   Originally I hadn't intended to write
more than one chapter until several readers asked me to continue it.

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