Re: Father-Son Incest
This is a story I wrote. I hope people enjoy it. It's not true but I wish it was.
The summer of love with dad.
Part 1: Although we had some passing resemblance, my dad and I could not have been more different. I preferred T-shirts and Jeans while he was most comfortable with in dress shirts and linen pants. And dress shoes with silky dress socks over his masculine largish feet. I was sloppy he was a neat freak. I was laid back. Liberal. He was uptight. Conservative. Even our cocks were different. Mine: average sized cut. Dad’s: Jumbo size uncut with lots and lots of foreskin.
Now the news that he was coming to stay with me. All summer. He and mom are having difficulties and want time apart. So he would be spending the summer at my house. I was ambivalent, to say the least. In the past we had monumental fights. But there was something else. I was single for the first time in a while. The idea of dad walking around my house in his underwear made my cock feel warm and tingly but also guilty for feeling that way. Much as I tried to suppress the urges I wanted to make love to my dad. I wanted to do everything with him. Every position. What if he felt the same way? What was his breakup with mom about I wondered (they had been hush hush about it). Why did he want to stay with me?
My dad and I always had a volatile and sometimes hostile relationship. But I always felt there was something that underlied the volatility of our relationship. The volatility was masking something. Desire and suppressed longing? And I suspected that I wasn’t the only one in the relationship who was suppressing his desire. “Ah, it’s just your wild imagination” the voice in my head said. But I was determined, one way or another to find out if it was really just my imagination. Dad was coming tomorrow. I jerked off that night thinking about peeling Dad’s silky dress socks off of his legs and then licking his feet. Lick.
lick
lick
I don’t know what got into me but I was in a daring mood. When I picked dad up at the airport I wanted to give an indication that I was ready to confront the unresolved issues between us. As soon as I saw him I felt desire well up in my body. He was impeccably dressed as usual in his comfort gear: Linen slacks, dress shirt, nice shoes. I thought about the hairy legs underneath his linen slacks. Hairy chest underneath the shirt. Silky dress socks over his masculine feet. I wanted him. So fucking badly. So when dad kissed my cheek I turned my head and briefly kissed his lips. I immediately felt regret and emarasment. What an idiot. What was I thinking? He looked momentarily stunned and I expected him to pull away. But he didn’t. Instead he hugged me tightly and put his lips on mine. This was what I had hoped would happen but I wasn't expecting it. And then in the middle of the airport I felt my dad’s tongue enter my mouth. My heart was racing a mile a minute and I felt dizzy. I could feel the blood surging in my veins. He pulled away and we gazed at each other, both surprised at the turn of events and not knowing quite what to say. Finally I broke the silence: “It’s so good to see you dad”.
We walked to my car and dad had his arm around me the entire time. Once we got into the car, dad kissed me again. On the lips. I put my hand around his head and pushed my mouth into his. Lucky for us the parking lot was deserted. “I love you son” “I love you dad”
During the drive home dad caressed my leg. He told me he and mom were divorcing. He said he didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life next but he knew that right now he needed me. “Dad, I need you too. And I will do anything you want”
As soon as we locked the door behind us when we got home, dad and I instantly embraced and resumed our makeout session. We were two people but we moved together in synchrony like a pulsating moaning primal organism. We hugged so tightly it hurt. Dad’s tongue was deep in my mouth and I was determined to keep it there. He tried taking it out but I parted his lips and sucked it deeper. Dad reacted by plunging it deeper into my mouth. “Oh dad”. We stumbled our way to my bedroom and clothes started flying off. Dad took off his pants to reveal silk boxers. I buried my face in the silkiness and inhaled the aroma of his groin. “Oh dad” He smelled raw, primal. I pulled down his boxers and there it was: Dad’s giant penis. Rock hard and pulsating. Oodles of foreskin. “OOOOOOOOOOOh DAD!” I buried my nose in his dark pubes and inhaled their wonderful pungent scent. Dad was stronger smelling than other guys I had been with but that was more than ok with me. The smell of his crotch was absolutely intoxicating. I started kissing dad’s penis and balls uncontrollably. This was the same hard penis that squirted me into existence so many years ago. This was the same penis I jerked off to thinking about nearly every night. Oh dad! I quickly sucked dad’s pecker into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. Dad moaned in ecstasy as I proceeded to give him undoubtedly the most enthusiastic and meticulous blowjob of his life. My mouth soon became thick with precome and smegma. Oh, dad! I moaned as I sucked dad’s warm pulsating juicy penis. I needed to feel him explode in my mouth. I put one hand around his shaft and focused on rubbing my tongue on the base of his cockhead and into his luscious silky foreskin. I could feel his cock swelling. I looked up and saw dads face contorted in pleasure. I pushed my tongue into his shaft and I saw dad suck in air through pursed lips. I loved having this effect on him and continued massaging his cock with my tongue. Dad was moaning my name. His moans were music to my ears. His cock was super hard and engorging even more. He grabbed my head and pushed his cock into my mouth. He moaned my name again an arched his back. I almost choked as dad’s cock filled my mouth with an enormous amount of cum. Oh Dad YES! A decades worth of suppressed desire squirted ferociously into my mouth. With other men I almost always spit out cum. But not this time. Not with dad. No fucking way. I gulped every drop of dad’s semen and felt it’s mucousy texture coat the back of my throat. His cock was still in my mouth and I continued to suck it, to make sure I drank every last drop of his come. At this point I was now jerking my own cock as well. The weird flavor of dad’s come permeated my senses as I sucked his softening but still large cock. It tasted weird but so fucking good. The taste of dad's juices pushed me over the edge and my body convulsed as what felt like gallons of cum squirted and squirted and squirted out of my body. We cleaned up and collapsed into eachothers arms. Exhausted but fulfilled. But this was only the first night. We had a lot of lost time to make up for and many desires still waiting to be filled....
