Date: Sat, 25 Apr 2015 08:21:38 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Me and Dad. Part two.  TG (Teen)

  This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments, good
               or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.



    Now that he knew that I liked playing with his cock and balls, I didn't
have to worry about waking him up in the morning by doing this to him. I
really loved rubbing his cock and having that loving tasting pearl come out
of the eye for me to lick off and savour and then have his cum, as he
called it, shoot out to land on his stomach so that he could dip his
fingers into it to transfer it to his mouth to taste and swallow. I did the
same and liked it and had a thrill run through me when he said that he
would like to suck on my balls.

So after licking some of him cum, I moved up from under the sheet and he
helped me get astride of his head that lay on the pillow and he almost had
me sitting on his face as I lowered myself down for him to take my balls
into his mouth.

I loved having them moved round in his mouth as he sucked them both, it
being quite easy with them still being rather small. He then turned me over
onto my bum, sitting on the pillow for him to then take the hard pencil of
my cock into his mouth and had him sucking on me. I had to cry off after a
short while for my cock was really hurting me by not yet being able to get
the release that he had with his.

`It will be a little while longer Dan before you'll be able to cum and I am
looking forward to the day this happens,' he said as he stroked both my
cock and my balls when I moved down the bed to lay alongside him. I too
then stroked and played with what he had down between his legs and was
pleased that I was able to make his cock rise up again.

With the sheet pushed down, I was able to see the fiery head of his cock,
half out of his foreskin and I could make the eye of his cock wink at me
when I squeezed it.

`Why don't you suck on it properly,' he said, `and take in my cum instead
of licking it off my stomach. Though be careful that you don't choke on the
first shot.' I looked down at to what I was holding as I rubbed it and knew
then that was what I must have wanted to do earlier. So I slid down the bed
some more until I had that hard cock of his just in front of my face and
for some reason, licked my lips before taking the deep red coloured head
into my mouth. It felt huge inside and could not only feeling the shaft of
his cock throbbing away in my hand but also in my mouth.

There was only just enough room in my mouth for me to be able to run my
tongue over the bared flesh with his foreskin pushed right down and had him
give out a groan as my tongue passed over  the thin string that held the
skin to the head of his cock. He told me later that this what was known as
the G string and it being a part of the eroticism of the male body.

So with the shaft in a firm grip, I moved my hand up and down, marvelling
at how easy it slid over the hard flesh that it covered as I sucked and
tongued the head. `I'm not far of cumming,' he panted and a minute later I
felt his thigh that I was leaning my arm on, stiffen up. `Keep your throat
closed Dan,' he gasped and could feel his cum moving up the underside of
his cock and then had the first emission explode into my mouth. It was a
good thing that he told me to close my throat or else I would have choked
on the first mass of his cum that hit me. My whole body was thrilled with
all kinds of different feelings that ran through my body in me really doing
this for the first time as more of his cum came flying out of the eye of
his cock, joining up with the first load and then had several more arrive
and thought it would never stop for I'm sure my cheeks were bulging with
the amount of his cum that I had there.

I felt the tension of his thighs relax and knew that he had given me all
that he'd had there in his balls, and so moved it round the head that my
lips had clamped on. And on taking a deep inhaling of air through my nose,
I opened my throat and had it slip down as I swallowed all of his cum,
feeling it sliding down my throat to enter my stomach which I couldn't feel.

I felt his cock soften but still kept squeezing it getting the last
dribbles of his cum coming out which I was able to move round more easily
to get a proper taste of what I had just swallowed, and I liked it.

I didn't know then that I was breaking any laws for what I was doing was
just between my father and myself. I didn't know it was incest, nor the
fact that because I was under the age of eighteen that it was prohibited to
have sex. If sucking on a cock was thought to be having sex, I was unaware
of this. Nor did I know that with what I  was doing with dad was turning me
into being a homosexual. All these things I learned later and didn't give a
shit! For what I did and was doing in the privacy of my own home, had
nothing to do with anybody else. If I had objection to having my dad play
with my balls and sucking my cock, that would be a different matter, but as
I liked sucking on his erection and having him do the same to me had
nothing whatsoever to do with anyone else. But there again, it wasn't
really incest because he wasn't really my father only having adopted me
when he married my mother.

So I carried on sucking on his cock every morning to wake him up and then
get the thrill of having him cum in my mouth for me to move round it with
my tongue, getting that lovely taste of it before swallowing it. It was
about six months later that it all really happened for me when with him
sucking and rubbing my cock, I was able to break through that barrier than
had prevented me from actually being able to have an emission of my cum.

It was a surprise for dad, for he was sucking on me just after I had sucked
and taken in his cum, that my cock head exploded and almost choked him with
this very first time of me being able to release what had been an agonising
period for me in not having been able to do this over the past few months
of him sucking on my still pencil sized erection.

I cried out at having overcome that pain that had previously stopped me
from cumming, and when he finally released me from his mouth, climbed up
and smothered him with kisses and got the same back, both of us laughing
that at last I had had my first emission of the cum that had been building
up inside my balls. Both of us were in a state of euphoria, me finally
being able to have this emission and him getting the first taste of what
had been festering inside my balls for so long.

It was now that dad told me of the sixty nine position where we could both
suck on each other at the same time which then became the regular thing we
would do every morning on waking up. I was in heaven at not only sucking on
him and taking in his cum to savour before swallowing but he too was
getting the same as I was. I loved my dad!

That morning was a turning point for both of us, for that morning after
we'd had this first really cumming together, and after breakfast, I sat
down at my computer and wrote all what I have felt and experienced in
cumming for the first time. It was only a few pages long but dad said that
it was great and so took it from me and spent the next two days
embellishing what I had written into an eighty page sex story.

Now he knew, that what he had written, wouldn't be accepted by his usual
publisher of his children's books and so used a different name to send it
off to a site that would do that. He got three feedbacks on this and they
wanted more along the same lines, so dad then began writing stories of this
genre and were gladly accepted and he made a name for himself on these
lines. The only drawback was that he didn't get paid for them.

But he persevered by cutting out what wouldn't be accepted by the normal
public, under another name of course, and so began to get some of his
stories published. Over the next two years, jumping ahead slightly, he
became known as a good authority on sexual stories, and began getting some
of them published. So with that and his children books , more money was
coming into the household.

I shouldn't really have jumped ahead for other small things happened over
these next two years. One being that I actually got, with help from dad, of
having a small booklet published that actually was bought by my teacher for
the school to help all of us in being able to write properly. We all knew
what a full stop was, as well as a comma, question mark etc., but got
confused over nouns and proper nouns, semicolons and all those little bits
that were in books but not really understand what they were there for or
what they were called.

It was only of twenty pages but it described what every one of these words
were and where they should be used. I had to thank dad for helping me with
this and it really improved my English at school and came out top of the
class in this subject.

The next was swimming. On our holidays which started off with us going to
the sea side down on the south coast, and as money really began coming into
the house through dad's books, we then started going abroad. Like The
Canary Islands where I was taught to swim which I couldn't do on my own
when in the sea in England. Here it was in a swimming pool.

It was on our second day there that my idea of swimming then was to jump in
the pool and doggie paddle and another boy, about four or five years older
than me, offered to teach me how to swim properly. He was on holiday with
his mother, his father having left home some years earlier, him telling me
this as I told him that my mother had done the same.

So during the day, he would teach me to swim while dad would sit and talk
to this boy's mother. We would often have our meals together and I noticed
one day that both dad and her disappeared from the poolside and would be
gone for about two hours and believed that they would be having sex
together. I later learned that I had been correct in that assumption. I
wondered if this boy would like to suck cocks but didn't have the gumption
to ask if he did or not.

Dad and I would, at night in bed suck on each other and again in the
morning, though having mussed up the bed I was supposed to have slept in so
the maid wouldn't know that I never slept in it.

While on these holidays, dad would still take his laptop computer and do
some writing, though mainly about the places we visited, describing what a
place was like etc. This led him to think seriously of writing some
thrillers and so when back home, he would constantly be looking for the
names and types of guns available, tanks, aircraft, helicopters and all
that they could do. He spent nearly two years in increasing his knowledge
of these and other things and a year later, had a best seller, though these
were written in his real name unlike the other two styles of writing.



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