Date: Wed, 4 Aug 2010 17:27:37 -0700 (PDT) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Kids These Days II Marianne said that it might be best if Becky were a little hotter; if Mark did some other things to her to get her more in the mood. It would also give Mark some time to recuperate. Marianne wasn't aware that, at 13 years old, the boy would most likely stay hard, be ready and able to accomplish the deed. At least I thought so. I didn't imagine that kids these days were different than kids in my day in that respect. I fast forwarded on a slow speed and watched the boy lay alongside the girl, watched them kiss a little bit then Marks' hand begin rubbing one of Becky's tits while Marianne worked on the other one. Mark then sucked on the thing while Marianne began rubbing at the girls' pussy then Mark's free hand took over. I watched her legs finally spread and Mark begin to finger fuck her while my wife continued to work on one of the girls' tits as well as her clitoris. I could see Becky begin to breath harder then Mark moved more sideways on the bed and began licking at the 13 year olds clit. Marianne moved to the other side of the bed and kept both of her hands busy; one on a titty and the other stroking Mark's raging boner. The boy finally separated from the girl and I went back to normal speed. "Did you notice how wet her pussy got Mark," my wife asked and the boy nodded his head. "It serves the same purpose as your precum, to help lubricate her cunt so your cock will go in a little easier. Marianne directed Becky to spread her legs then Mark to get on the bed and how to get into position. I could see the boys' cock practically quiver with excitement then my wife reach between them and took hold of the rampant flesh. Giving directions to Mark I watched the boy lower his waist, his cock head touch Becky's flesh and although my view from the side was blocked I watched him lower himself until he was laying on top of the girl. I switched to the camera angle on the other wall and saw that he was fully engulphed by her cunt, his balls hanging against her ass. "How does that feel to you Mark, Becky?" Mark said it was great while Becky was less enthusiastic. "Well then, go ahead and fuck her Mark." The boy did as he was told but, being the completely inexperienced thing that he was, he simply lay there and moved at the waist, pulling out then pushing back in. He kept up a steady rhythm, not changing tempo. From the camera angle I was watching I could see his balls hang a little on the outstroke and almost mash up against her on the in stroke. I also got fleeting glimpses of his puckered little asshole. Then he started to pick up speed again. "Do I put my sperm in her or pull out Marianne," the boy asked. My wife told him to go ahead and dump his cum in her and not to worry. The boy began moving faster and before I knew it his head arced back a little and he pressed into her, moved in and out a couple times and pressed into her again. Mark resumed fucking her but at a speed that was slow and steady as when he started. He finally stopped then pulled out and moved away from her and for a brief moment before Becky closed her legs I saw her cunt hole. I wasn't quite gaping of course because Mark wasn't that big, but it certainly was more open than it had been before he stuffed his teenage cock in there and fucked her. The three of them talked awhile, Marianne wanting to "process" the act with both kids. Again, young Mark had been excited about it, thought it had been great, and for Becky it was only okay. Marianne explained that I might take some time for Becky to really get to where she loved having sex and of course Mark would get better at it with more experience. Marianne asked them if they wanted something to drink or eat and of course the boy did so the three of them got up and left the room without putting any clothing on. The camera stay on because the light stayed on so I fast forwarded until they came back in the room after some 15 minutes had elapsed. When they returned to the bedroom Mark was stone hard, his dick leading the way for him like a blind man's cane. I figured they must have done a little playing before coming back. Marianne got on the bed and pulled her legs back and young Mark dove between them and began eating my wife's pussy while Becky straddled Marianne's face and my wife did the same to her. From there they went into a variety of positions where everyone licked, sucked, poked or prodded each other in a variety of combinations; boy girl, girl woman, woman boy. There was no set pattern. When they started to fuck, Mark was on his back with my wife straddling him facing the camera at the foot of the bed. At one point she was leaned backwards propped up on her hands while Becky ate her pussy and apparently licked at Mark's balls and his cock when it wasn't stuffed all the way inside my wife's cunt. They switched things around and Mark fucked her from behind while she told him to make her his bitch, which he did. During that one Becky lay on the bed and Marianne worked the girl's pussy over with her tongue and lips. Mark had some good purchase during that one and held onto Marianne's hips and slammed in and out of her. From the camera position I watched his smooth balls swing in the air like a trapeze. He fucked Marianne on her back with his arms under her legs and his hands on the bed beside her. Again, the camera angle was from the foot of the bed so I had a clear view of the boy pulling out, his balls hanging in the air, then plunging back down inside of my wife's cunt and his balls getting just a little mashed up before he pulled back out again. I had wished that my video pickups had zoom capabilities. During this entire escapade Marianne directed Becky to use the camera and got another 3 dozen or some photos that clearly showed the goings on and with identifiable faces. Also during that escapade Marianne talked dirty; the words cunt, fuck, pussy and cock being very prolific. Mark eventually came while Marianne was almost yelling at him to fuck his hot teenage sperm into her sperm hungry cunt, among other things. The session finally ended with Mark looking pretty much exhausted although my wife did suck his cock one more time as it softened, telling him that she loved tasting her cunt on him. The kids got dressed and Marianne showed them out then returned to her bedroom where she looked through the stack of photos that had been taken. About half way through them she got her large dildo from the closet then got into a position where she could fuck herself with it and still thumb through the photos. She finally came, almost yelling out in her orgasm and when she was finished I watched her put the dildo and her photographs in the closet. Apparently young Mark hadn't gotten the old lady off despite having fucked her for a solid 15 minutes. I had jacked off while watching the video and had cum a couple of times so after I turned the computers off I took a quick shower to wash mostly the front of my body. I got dressed quickly and headed out to pick up Nicky from daycare. A few days later I rented a small copier and put it in the bedroom that Nicholas and I shared. Marianne hadn't been in there for 4 months that I was aware of but if she did happen to see the machine I could easily explain it away as needed for my work. Over the next week or so I managed to copy every one of the photos, 2 to a page, making sure that when they were put back they were in their original order. I didn't want my wife to have any clue that I was collecting insurance against her leaving and taking my son. Over the next 6 months there were a variety of other encounters between my wife and minor children. There were some encounters though that surprised me. These were with adults and children, more specifically, adults with their children. Some were fathers with their children and there a few with mothers and their son or daughter. Perhaps at some point I'll tell those stories but not right now. There were some Polaroid's taken but not a lot and I managed to get copies of them. In any case I finally inserted a couple of copies of some very damaging photos into Marianne's collection. I didn't need to add any threatening notes because I did it a day or two after she'd made another comment about leaving and taking Nicky. While Marianne never really confronted me about the copies I knew when she'd found them because she went from bitch to super bitch on steroids literally in an hour. Less than a month later she was gone I came from work one evening and Becky was there. When I asked her where Marianne was she shrugged her shoulders. When I asked how much I owed her, she told me, I paid her and she left. It was sort of weird for me to be around Becky after what I'd seen her doing on the videos. I went to my room to check on Nicky and changed clothes, checked for new video recordings but found none. I kissed Nicky then went out to the kitchen and poured a glass of wine. She still hadn't come home by the time I went to bed and when I checked her room in the morning she wasn't there. That was a little odd because no matter what else she did, Marianne never spent the night away from the house. I got Nicky to day care and went about my days work without giving much thought to my wife other than wondering if she'd finally run away. Since I hadn't heard from her I picked Nicholas up from day care. Back at the house there was still no sign of her. After changing and getting dinner for my son I went into Marianne's room. I really didn't want her to come in and find me in there because she would have gone off, no matter that I had some concerns about her absence. I checked her bathroom first, saw her makeup was gone, hurried to her closet and discovered that most of her stuff was gone. My heart started beating rapidly. My god had she really done it? It was the same with her dresser drawers, almost everything gone. I went back to her closet and pulled down the box that she'd kept the Polaroid's in and discovered that the box was empty except for a piece of paper which turned out to be a hand written note, that read: Jerky you pathetic excuse for a man. I'm leaving you for a real man. One who has a bigger cock, more balls, and more money than you ever will. Have fun raising your son and don't try to find me. It was in her handwriting and she had signed it. I laughed at the last part, about trying to find her, then simply laughed at the joy of it all. The next day I found an attorney and started the proceedings for divorce and filed for sole guardianship with eventual full custody of Nicky. The cause was abandonment so it would take some 6 months; legally I had to give her time for her to change her mind. Six months went by with me worrying every single day that she'd come back. Nicky asked once or twice where she was then dropped it. But, there wasn't a word from her and on the day everything was finalized I accepted a position with another company that I'd been negotiating with and moved a thousand miles away. The house and all the furniture was sold to a couple that had put earnest money down on it a month before and whatever they didn't take I sold or gave to Goodwill. To quote that old Negro spiritual; "Free at last, Free at last, oh thank God I was fucking free at last". Okay, so I altered that a little bit. The new job paid twice what I had been making and had liberal benefits including providing day care in the building I worked out of. I bought a home in an old established neighborhood close to where Nicky would start private school the following year. My son and I began a new life. Nick had his own bedroom but he never slept in it, he slept with me. I had been his bedmate for a couple of years and we were both happy with that situation. I didn't date. I didn't have the confidence, I didn't want to risk getting into the kind of relationship that I'd had with Marianne or like my father had with my mother. Yeah, I'd grown up with a dominating-not sexual-mother like Marianne. There's a big surprise. Nick and I did everything together. When I got him his first bike I got one for myself. Same with a baseball mitt. Once he was done with his swimming lessons we went to the pool on family night. In fourth grade when he wanted to take Karate lessons I was there right alongside of him. He helped me fix our meals. We went to parks, zoos and museums together. Nicky and I were best friends. We even took showers together. That had started when he was 8 and wanted to move from baths to showers. I had sat with him when he took his twice weekly bath even after he no longer needed supervision. I did it because he asked me to. After I'd run his tub and he climbed in I'd start to leave and he always asked me to stay, so stay I did. We had plenty of good conversation during those times although in all fairness, Nicky and I had great conversations almost anywhere. Anyway, the shower. When he asked if he could start taking them I voiced the typical parental concerns about it being slippery and his falling and hurting himself. "Well, why don't you take showers with me then daddy," he offered with typical childhood logic. I agreed to accompany him at least the first few times. It wasn't like Nick hadn't seen me naked before. Going to the community pool we changed in front of each other, same as at home. He had normal childhood curiosity, sometimes all but staring at other males in the changing room, frequently asked questions about them when we were alone, Nick watched me attentively those first few times, often mimicking my behavior, whatever it was. He rinsed himself the same way and in the same order that I did; torso, scoop water up under my balls and my cock, turn and soak his hair then pull his butt cheeks open and soak his puckered little hole. He soaped and washed in the same manner, watching me intently then following my lead. "That tickles dad," he said as he cleaned his balls with a soapy hand, and when he slid that hand down his little cocklet and over the head he commented, "Wow, that REALLY tickles." I smiled and as he reached around to clean his hidden core he asked why his penis tickled so much. I tried to explain that it was mostly for when men got older and it was time to have babies and of course he wanted to know why. "Can we hold off on that conversation for when you're a little older Nicky," I asked him and he said sure. I got underneath the detachable shower head and rinsed while Nick watched with rapt attention. As short as he was I knew that there might be some difficulty getting the soap out some areas so pulled the shower head off the wall and rinsed him. Needless to say he giggled when I rinsed his groin from the front but when I rinsed from underneath he giggled even louder and put his hands down to cup his marble sized balls while informing that it tickled again. I had him turn around and bend over and pull his butt open then directed the spray against his puckered hole and used a finger to make sure the soap was all gone then took the finger away and continued to rinse a little more, soaking the underside of his balls. Nick all but screamed from the intense feelings but didn't move. When he stood upright and turned around his dick was about half mast. "That felt good daddy," he said, "I can see that," son I said looking down at his rising boner. Nick was completely unashamed or embarrassed about his own body and getting an erection in front of me didn't bother him in the least. It had happened before, sometimes when he absently played with himself while watching TV. On more than one occasion he felt compelled to show me his hard little dick, pulling the front of his underwear or pajama's down in order to do so. He had seen me like that in my underwear in the morning as well as naked if he happened to be on the toilet while I was getting into the shower before work. Having a boner was part of being a male and my son had understood that from an early age. It was no big deal. He also knew that it wasn't something that was talked about with friends. That, along with many things that happened in our home were private and not for other people to know. So, once we started taking showers together it just kept on at Nicky's insistence and since mine was a shower room as opposed to a tub with a shower it wasn't an inconvenience. I didn't mind at all and not because I enjoyed looking at his body. It was just a pattern that we fell into, like sleeping together, and as long as my son was comfortable I saw no reason to change. I loved any amount of time that we were together because I knew that someday it would be gone, he would be gone. I knew that someday he would outgrow his need to be with me in virtually all things and begin sleeping in his own bed, taking showers alone and essentially starting the separation process. Like many parents, I reveled in our time together, getting it while I could. But things didn't change much at all. As Nicky passed 10 years old and was well into his 11th year he still slept with me, still showered with me, still sat in my lap, sometimes with clothing on and sometimes completely naked just as he had since he was born. During that time I watched him grow from a little boy into a preteen, gaining height and more muscle definition as little by little his baby fat gave way to a budding young man. Since I didn't date, and I had physical needs like any other male, I jacked off. Mostly it was once a week, sometimes less, rarely more. I'd kept the videos of Marianne and her partners as well as good Xerox copies of the hundreds Polaroid's that she had taken. I kept all of that stuff under lock and key at home. I often used them for visual stimulation, trying when I could to visualize her as someone else and the kids as adults. It was fairly easy when she was with most of the boys and there weren't any face shots but with girls it was more difficult. I finally realized that I was stimulated by the intergenerational theme as well as the young bodies, especially the boys. Maybe it was because I could relate more to the boys' feeling and what it would be like as a 13-15 year getting my stuff played with, sucked and actually using my parts for that which they were intended; to fuck. It was quite stimulating to watch a 13 year old like Mark bury his rock hard cock in Becky's almost hairless pussy and fuck her because I could almost feel the intensity of the feelings that were ripping through his young body. And so it was one night after Nicky had gone to bed that I was in the living room, the lights dimmed, and looking at a series of my favorite images from those days. As I often did, I avoided the face shots in order to blur the recognition factors and allow me to make up my own fantasy about what I was looking at. My briefs were down around my ankles, the only clothing that I'd had on, my legs were splayed wide open and my hand was wrapped around my cock. I was looking at some waist to knees close-ups of Mark or other young teens with their cocks poised at a young cunt, then the head inserted and two more images as the hard young cocks got buried up to the balls in a young teenage cunt. There were a couple of images taken from behind them with the girl's legs pulled back and a cock buried inside of the cunt while full smooth balls hung against a pale white ass. "What are you doing dad?" I almost shit the sofa. The sofa was faced away from the hallway where the bedrooms and baths were and since the floor was carpeted I didn't hear Nicky approach. I quickly turned the Xerox papers over but there was little I could do about my dick other than hold it. "You're playing with your boner dad. I thought only little boys did that," my son said with all the earnestness that he could muster. I was at a loss for words and began stuttering as I struggled for an explanation. "Does this have anything to do with what you told me a long time ago about why my penis tickled and about men having babies and stuff?" One of the amazing things about Nicky was that he had a hell of a memory. Perhaps not total recall but certainly up there enough that he'd hit the honor roll every single quarter since he'd started school. There had been some discussion about having him skip a grade but that was another story. Nick had come over to stand in front of me and all but stare at my dick, or more appropriately the head since my hand was wrapped around the shaft. His left hand moved and rubbed absently at the front of his briefs, his usual sleeping attire when he chose to wear anything. "Umm well, yeah son, it does have to do with that." "Could we have that talk then? You said we could have that talk since I'm a little older now?" It was 9:30 and I wasn't sure I wanted to open that can or worms on a school night but what the hell. My dick had started to wilt so I pulled my briefs up to my knees then stood and pulled them into place, Nicholas watching intently. "You're penis sure gets big when it's hard dad. Will mine get that bit when I get older?" I told him that probably it would which caused him to smile. I guess even little boys are interested in dick size. Judging from his size at 11 years old and his genetic makeup I was pretty sure that my son would end up larger than average. "Okay son, it's like this," I began, then proceeded to give him "the talk" which ended with the physical needs of males after they entered puberty and how masturbation, while solitary and thus lonely, was the easiest way to take care of that and sometimes men looked at pictures because it helped things along. He had some questions about puberty-when was it going to happen to him-and masturbation-was that what those papers were than I had been looking at. Reluctantly I nodded my head at the last question. "Can you masturbate with another person?" I nodded my head then explained that teenage boys did it together quite a bit and of course he wanted to know if I had when I was a boy and I admitted that I had. "Well then why can't you and me masturbate together?" Ahhh the logic of children. I tried to explain that there were laws about adults doing things like that with children but of course Nicky's response was that I was his dad and I was suppose to teach him things and hadn't I just explained it all too him. I tried to explain that telling him and showing him were to distinctly different things and he waved his hand in dismissal saying that idea was just stupid. I started to try again and he asked me when he was going to start puberty and I said that it wasn't like a birthday and happened at a certain time. He playfully slapped my arm so I said that he might actually have started the process. At that jumped off of the sofa, stood facing me at my feet and yanked his briefs down to his knees. "Have I dad, have I started puberty?" I have to say that, yes I'd seen my son naked on a regular basis-at least 3 times a week-but that didn't mean that I'd scoped him out because I hadn't. Sure I noticed that he was getting taller, filling out some, but I hadn't looked him over. As he stood there in front of me with all of his boyhood charms in plain view at eye level I noticed that indeed he had started the process. Nicky's balls were no longer a crinkled bag held close to his body. They had dropped and now hung gently between smooth creamy thighs, each testicle identified separately. His penis seemed longer and maybe a little thicker and not a stubby piece of flesh with a head on it. I sat forward on the sofa and with Nick looking down at me I put my hand, palm up, between his legs and hefted his eggs. Nick flinched slightly. "Your hand is warm on my balls dad." I have the sac a little squeeze and a tug then let go and smiled up at him. "Well son it looks like you've started puberty." "Does that mean I'll get hairs soon dad? Am I going to be having sperm?" My boy was a little excited at the thought. I leaned closer and with one hand held his cock out of the way then very lightly ran my finger tips across his pubic bone right at the base of it then looked even closer. I could see two or three very tiny, light colored, wispy hairs. "I think so son, the hair at least. I don't know about the sperm part." "Oh wow," he said. When I let go of his stuff and sat back a little farther it appeared as though Nick was getting an erection then Nick confirmed it. "I think I'm getting a boner dad." We both watched as my son's pride and joy proceeded on its rise to glory until it stood firm and proud in front of his flat pubic bone, about 5 inches long. When it was done he squeezed his rigid cock as well as his balls. "You know when you said that sometimes guys get that tingling feeling in their belly's, especially when they have a boner?" I nodded my head. "It's feeling like that now dad," he said quietly. I nodded my head then nick looked down at my crotch. "It looks like you're getting a boner too dad." Indeed I was but I wasn't quite sure just what caused the gallant reflex. Watching my son get hard, touching him like I did, knowing that he was on the cusp of joining the ranks of sperming males. I didn't know what caused my erection and at that moment I didn't care much about the "why's". "Can we masturbate dad; can you show me how to do it?" I noticed that his voice had gotten deeper, a sign of the lusty feeling that were flowing through his body. Looking back on it I think that was the deciding factor, my sons' feelings of lust, perhaps the very first ones. I hooked my fingers in my briefs and lifted my ass up off the sofa enough to get them down then leaned forward to slip them off. That done I sat back with my legs spread and 7½ inches of man cock resting against my belly. Nicky's eyes went wide at the sight. He dropped to his knees in front of me, resting his forearms on my thighs, all but staring at my cock. "Can I..." he started then stopped. I nodded my head. "Go ahead son, you can touch it," I said, my own voice deepening. He reached out and took hold of me, squeezed a couple of times up and down the shaft. The intensity on his smooth blemish free face made my heart lurch. "It's so big dad," he said with a tinge of awe in his melodic, preteen voice, "and your balls seem so huge. You're so hard too and it feels warm in my hand." I hadn't been touched by another human being in at least 6 years and it felt really good. "Do you want to touch mine," Nick asked then stood. I reached up and grasped onto his raging cocklet and squeezed him as he had done to me. Nick inhaled sharply. I reached up with my other hand and cupped his nuts while I stroked him a couple of times and I thought he was going to fall over from the feelings. He reached down and placed the palm of one hand on my thighs for balance. "Can we should go to the bedroom dad?" I stood up and grabbed my briefs and my photos and followed Nicholas into our room, admiring his narrow little butt in the process. In our room he dropped his underwear and climbed on the bed with me right behind him. "Are those some of the pictures you were telling me about?" I nodded my head then he asked if he could see some of them. I was taken by surprise at Nick's request although I shouldn't have been. "There are some in here that I'd rather you didn't see son," I told him in all honesty. Mostly I wanted to avoid images that clearly showed that the participants were teens. I thumbed through them quickly and pulled out a half dozen that I felt would do then sat next to him. The first image was a close up of a pussy, the girl seemed to be around 13 so it had a small amount of hair at the top of her cleft, almost like a mustache . Her legs were spread, her fingers were pulling the lips wide open to give us a full on view of every thing including her gaping hole which had sperm leaking out of it. It was part of a series with an adult male in it. Nick gasped slightly when he was, his hand busy at his crotch. The second image was a boy about 14 with a man sucking his cock and of course Nick was interested in that. The next image shows the boy's torso, covered in sperm, both his and the man's and of course Nicky asked questions about that. I told him that's what happened after you masturbated. I showed him other images, cocks buried deep inside of cunts, faces buried between thighs and eating pussy's. He hadn't made the connection of pubic moss and age, thankfully. I didn't really need him thinking or knowing that I was getting of in pictures of kids. Through out our trip though the images I slowly stroked my dick and Nicky finally asked about that and I explained that it was masturbation. "Can we do it now dad. My penis is starting to hurt it's so hard." Indeed the head of the rampant appendage was tinged with red, a testimony to the blood that was trapped there. "Start by gripping it like this," I began, my hand wrapped around the swollen shaft, "or for you, like this," and switched to fingers. "It doesn't matter really and you'll find in time which position you like." He started to use his fingers then stopped. "Will you do it for me dad?" I gave that request about a seconds' worth of thought then reached over and using the thumb and fingers technique began jacking my son off. A variety of feeling were ripping through my body. I reveled in the feelings of his rigid shaft against the pads of my digits, reveled in the warmth of his body and reveled in the fact that I was jacking off a boy. That he was my son didn't play a huge part in all of that. Sure, I was pleased that I could show my boy things about his body that he'd likely learn from his friends but it wasn't like I had the hots for my son, it wasn't that I yearned for an incestual act. "Gosh that feels really good dad," Nicky said. He watched me for a moment then picked up a few of the images that we'd looked through, staring at the gaping pussy and ending with the man blowing the boy. "That looks like fun. Have you ever done that dad, had a penis in your mouth?" I said that I had, that as a young teenager I'd messed around a little bit with two friends of mine. "Would you do that to me dad?" Needless to say I stopped what I was doing for a split second then resumed stroking him. He asked with more of a rhetorical tone such as; would you ever consider doing it to me as opposed to will you do it to me right now. "I dunno, maybe. Is that something you think you'd like to experience?" He nodded his head and then a shiver of pleasure roared through his virginal body. "Well, maybe some time we can try that out." I continued to stroke him, he continued to have ripples of pleasure and eventually he told me that it was starting to tickle. I told he was about ready to cum and to ride it through, which he did, and eventually had a full on dry orgasm that caused his body to shake and his large brown eyes to roll to the back of his head. I continued to jack him off although I slowed down and eventually took my hand away but not before cupping his hairless sac which caused him to wiggle and giggle. I lay back and just watched him, seeing my son in a different light, seeing him as a sexual being and not simply a child. I admired his body, his beauty for Nicky was by any standards a cute boy. His face was smooth and blemish free; his mouth full and sensual; his nose not quite perfectly straight but a slight curve at the upper part of the bridge. He was hitting about 4'11 and his compact body had all the crevices and creases in all the right places. He would grow up to be a handsome man. I didn't consider myself handsome although I'd been told I was quite cute as a teen and young college student. Certainly Marianne had been a knockout and that was where I figured our son got his looks. I'd been so beaten down by her over the years that it was difficult for me to see myself in any positive light but the fact was that the cunt married me and she must have had a reason. Nick opened his eyes and looked over at me the rolled to face me, our faces inches apart. He looked into my eyes, then slowly let his eyes drift across my face then leaned in and kissed me on the lips. "That was totally awesome dad. Can we do that all the time?" He didn't wait for an answer but asked if I was going to do it now, masturbate. I nodded my head, reached down and went to work, getting in a couple of strokes before Nick stopped me. "Can I try it on you dad?" My answer was to let my hand drop to my side. Nick moved so that he was sitting next to me, took hold of my dick and began the motion, sliding the skin up and down. He passed comments on how hard, how warm, how strange the skin felt but he also commented on how fun it, how good it felt touching me like that. To me, it felt great to have somebody touching me, even if it was a boy and even if it was my own son. Call me sick, depraved, what ever you want but there it was and I reveled in the physical contact. Nicks arm got tired fairly soon so I took over and about a minute later I told him to watch. Some scant seconds after that I groaned out loud and my cock erupted. It shot clear up to my chest, leaving a six inch gash of white from my nipple toward my belly button. Nick gasped but almost before he could register what happened I squirted again, same direction and amount. That was followed by a third squirt then 3 smaller ones then the stuff just oozed out. "My gosh dad that's a lot of stuff. Is that the sperm? How come can't I can't seem em," things along that vein. He was pretty excited about the entire affair. I let my breathing return to normal then rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom to clean my body, returning to find Nicholas lying face down on the bed, his glorious little ass bubbling in the air. He appeared to be asleep and as I approached the bed I had to stop and catch my breath. My son was lying with one knee crooked upward while the other was all but straight. His crack was open far enough to almost see his puckered hole but not quite. The origin of his sac was clearly evident as it fell away from his core, his balls lying in a puddle on the bed. It was a glorious sight, and I would come to believe it was one of the most erotic and beautiful positions a boy could be viewed in. I covered Nicky up and turned out the lights then climbed in alongside of him. As I lay there drifting off to sleep I wondered what that night had set in motion, wondered how far this was going to go. Had I known the answer to that I might well have gone to sleep with a huge grin on my face. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A little preview of the next chapter, or maybe the one after ***When I first saw Crystal my heart skipped a beat. She had honey blond shoulder length hair that was slightly wavy. Her face was a perfect oval shape, her small nose slightly bobbed. Like her brother her eyes were cornflower blue and her lips begged to be kissed, or wrapped around a boys' cock. At nine years old the girl was a knockout and she knew the effect that she had on boys, or men, but she didn't flaunt it in fact she downplayed it. Her shyness shouldn't and wouldn't be mistaken for being coy, although it wasn't complete shyness by any means. "Thank you for letting me stay with you Gerry," she said, her voice the light melodic sound that only preteens have. I told her that it was my pleasure, that I was sorry that her grandmother wasn't doing so well. ***the boy looked in my direction and smiled slightly as he continue to fuck his sister. I couldn't really see anything but his wonderful ass as it rose and fell. Her arms were under his, her feet not quite flat on the ground and pulled back so that her knees were splayed open. He winked at me and nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck and I heard her moan softly as she ran her hands down his back and onto his delicious little ass and pulled him to her. The boy picked up speed and began to fuck her with more force, driving almost 7 inches of brotherly cock into her young cunt.