Date: Sun, 28 Oct 2007 03:43:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chuck Hansen <chuckdenmark@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Son, My Lover

This is a work of fiction and contains both incest and sexual relations
with a minor.


			    My Son, My Lover...

			       Chuck Hansen


  It happened 5 years ago. I knew then that is was perhaps wrong in the eyes of
both God and "decent people." But it happened. And I'm glad it did.

  I am today 45-years-old. Straight -- with one important exception -- and a
widower. My wife died in a car accident exactly 6 years ago and I was left to
raise our son, Travis, on my own. Travis had just turned 14 when his mother
passed away. Had she been taken by some lingering illness, the shock may not
have been as great, the loss as devastating as it turned out to be. Especially
for Travis, who seemed to turn inward and refused to share his feelings.
Despite months of counseling sessions, the grief began to manifest itself in
the most curious of ways. For one thing, my hitherto so fashion-conscious child
began bucking convention and let his blond hair grow long. Soon the mane,
devoid of curls, hang limply down to his ass. My fine-featured young boy began
looking more and more like a girl; in fact, he began to resemble his mother at
that age.

  A year went by, the toughest we would ever face together. Then on the death
date of my beloved wife, something happened. Something disturbing and, dare I
say it, wonderful? I had demanded that we share the evening together, refusing
to let Travis sulk in his room all evening as he would most days. I cooked a
wonderful meal, all his favorite dishes, and even allowed him a glass of red
wine with the lasagna. We talked about his mother, and for the first time, we
could actually laugh together at some of the wonderful and funny vacations we
used to take. Like the very last one, to Old Tucson, Arizona, where right in
the middle of the fake movie town, Travis' gangsta pants suddenly slid down to
reveal that he was going commando. I hadn't seen my boy naked for a few years,
respecting his pubescent privacy, and I couldn't help wonder at how developed
he had become. The penis was longer than I'd expected, hanging beautifully over
his still so very young and nearly hairless balls.
 He's gonna be a real heart breaker, I thought to myself ... and then gave in
to the laughter and endless teasing that the situation demanded.

  Here we were, just the two of us now, achingly alone together. After dinner
we watched Travis' favorite show -- something with a a lot of babes running
down a California beach, their silicone breasts bobbing up and down. But he
wasn't into it, that was obvious. And then he suddenly clicked off the TV and
began to weep. Just sitting there next to me on the couch, weeping silently. We
didn't talk. We both knew the reason, no need to elaborate. Travis missed his
mum. I simply put my arm around his shoulders and hugged him gently. He looked
at me, tears streaking down his face, And then it happened.

  It is still somewhat of a mystery to me. I still don't know what exactly
happened, whether I pushed his face up to mine or whether he ... well, suffice
it to say, my lips found his and we began a long, passionate kiss. Like lovers.
He made a weak little sound before opening his mouth and let my tongue explore.
The kiss lasted forever. We shifted position several times, but stuck together
like glue. I couldn't believe it; I was French-kissing my own son. My hands
caressed his neck, his ear, his cheek. At one point I opened my eyes and saw
that his were closed. Like he were dreaming, the long blond lashes prettily
draped on his cheek.. When we finally came up for air, I didn't apologize,
didn't say all the things that you'd expect -- this should never have happened,
I'm so sorry ... none of that. He looked feverish and was moaning a little bit
and then I saw it. Travis had come. Quietly during the kiss. The front of his
sweatpants were soiled, and it certainly wasn't pee.

  "I love you dad,"
  "I love you, too,"

  That was it. He left me to my confused thoughts and less than a minute later
I heard the typical Travis booms from his room. Pantera, or something like
that. I was still in shock. "This must never happen again," I heard myself say
out loud. But even as I said it, I knew it would.

  A month or so went by. The subject of our passionate kiss never came up
again, but Travis seemed happier. More content. He began to see quite a bit of
Kimberley, a schoolmate he had dated -- junior league -- before the tragedy. I
walked in on them once. They were kissing on his bed and Travis was clearly
fingering her, his hand disappearing halfway down the front of her tight jeans.
I apologized for the intrusion and left them to compose themselves. That night
we had the typical father-son talk about condoms, unwanted pregnancy, venereal
disease, etc. Travis' embarrassment was palpable.

  Two nights later I felt the earth move. At first it was just my bed and I
awoke to see my son, naked, crawling in next to me. In the light of a full moon
I could see him look down at me with what I can only describe as unbridled
lust. It was happening again. I pulled him into my arms, out tongues met in a
second passionate kiss. This time, however, there was an urgency to him, an
almost angry passion. I responded in kind and soon our bodies began to move in
a sensuous rhythm. I could feel his hard cock up against my stomach and I
almost passed out of sheer Ecstasy. Suddenly he pulled back, threw away the
covers and ... I couldn't believe it but my little boy began going down on me
as if he had done such a thing a hundred times before. I almost came right then
and there. I couldn't see his beautiful face because of that curtain of fine
blond hair, but when I gently pushed it aside, there he was deep-throating the
hard muscle that once had created him. Dangerously close to
 cumming I pulled him off me turned on top of him and began kissing him. First
his lips, then his throat, down to his tiny erect nipples. I lifted his right
arm and licked the almost hairless pit and he moaned. Then down to his navel,
his smooth stomach and down the side of his scrotum. The boy cock vibrated with
lust as I put both his balls in my mouth. The taste was amazing, salty yet
sweet. Then I began sucking on his cock, all the way down, almost gagging but
not quite. Coming up for air, I caressed the piss slit with the tip of my
tongue and he started to shake a bit.

  I was going for it. There was no way back now, and I knew I had to taste his
hole. I lifted both his legs and there it was. Pink and inviting, a beautiful
little bud. Gently I began playing with my tongue, then a little harder until I
was inside him. This was too much. My tongue was playing with my boy's asshole.
I looked up at him for a second and his eyes were closed.

  "Look at me, baby," I said. "Look at Daddy."

  I returned to the hole and this time washed it with my tongue. I knew I had
to have him, to take all of him, to possess him. But was there time? His
breathing got faster as he was fondling his cock. I tried to stop him but it
was too late.

  "Dad, I'm coming!"

  I got there in time to swallow my son's full load, which seems to go on
forever. I was glad we had no immediate neighbors as his moaning took on a
fever pitch.The juice shot into my mouth, warm and salty and beautiful. I
swallowed greedily and went up to kiss him, to share with him the last drops
from his volcanic boy cock.

  "Baby," I said, when he had calmed down, our kisses now much more gentle,
"Daddy needs to get inside you. If it hurts too much, I'll stop. I promise"

  His dick responded even before he could answer and I went into the bathroom
for some cream. When I returned he was fingering himself and his cock was
throbbing once again. I returned to licking his beautiful bunghole while
greasing up. That done, I fingered him until he was ready to accept me. I
lifted both his legs, looked at the little pink hole which seemed to have taken
on a life of its own, and gently began pushing the head of my cock inside him.
Excited yet deeply disturbed by what I was doing, my cock had lost some of its
hard edge, but that was probably for the best. Precum from my member mixed with
the creamy juices flowing out of him and I knew I had to do it. There was no
way back. I had to fuck my son.

  Travis was squeezing his titties and his breathing became faster. I felt his
sphincter give way a bit and, emboldened, began to push harder. He winced a
little but his cock remained hard as a rock as he watched his father slide into
him. I began to move in and out, then all the way down his hole. My mouth found
his and we kissed while I continued to pump him. I couldn't believe it. I was
butt-fucking my 15-year-old. I had now seriously crossed a line that ought
never be crossed but I didn't care. I grabbed both his legs and fucked him
hard, pumping his ass. At one point I slid all the way out, his asshole closing
with a slurping sound. I quickly pushed back in and continued to fuck him.
Fucking Travis was the hottest thing I'd ever done He grabbed my shoulders and
I lifted him on top of me, my cock buried deep inside him, my tongue as far
down his throat as possible. My hands grabbed his ass as I moved him up and
down my shaft. His eyes rolled back and he was moaning
 louder than ever.

  "Oh, fuck me hard, Daddy, fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck ...!

  He arched back and came without ever touching his own cock, his tight little
hole clamping down on my shaft as his cum shot out, some of it landing on his
face. I felt a powerful stirring from way deep inside my balls and with a
scream I erupted, my juices shooting up his hole in great big gasps. I plowed
him as far up as I possibly could before collapsing on top of him, his warm
sexuality embracing me. My cock still inside him, I kissed him passionately
then licked every drop of cum from his face, his chest and his abdomen, I put
his now flaccid cock in my mouth and drank down every leftover drop and then
lifted his dripping asshole up to my face. I buried myself in his wet hole,
licking both my own cum and the remnant of the cream. It was unbelievable. I
wanted to go back inside him and stay there forever. I more than loved my boy
at that moment; I was deeply IN love with him, more in love than I'd ever been
before.

  We must have slept a bit before I suddenly felt something wet between my ass
cheeks. I was lying on my stomach and my son, my 15-year-old Travis, was
fucking me with his tongue. I pushed my ass up towards him, then turned around
and gave him a better position. To see my boy lying on his stomach sucking on
my most private opening was yet another brand new sensation. To top it off he
was fingering himself while licking my balls, the head of my throbbing dick and
back to my musty hole. He found the grease and creamed himself up, then
squatted over me and led my cock re-enter him. This time HE was on top and what
a beautiful sight he was, the milky-white skin, his beautiful hair falling in
cascades down his chest, his tongue darting in and out as he slid up and down
my willing tool. I soon couldn't stand it any longer but turned him over and
took him from behind. Grabbing his cock I fucked that teenage butt for all it
was worth, a total animal this time around. I squeezed his
 boy breasts, grabbed hold of his long mane and rode him, plowed him, until I
once again shot my load up his ass. Satisfied, I turned him over and kissed him
sloppily until he came, licking every drop from his body and hole. Then shared
the combined cum with him in a final kiss. My boy, my lover.

  He slept next to me for the remainder of that night and every night
thereafter. We fucked often, at least once a day, until he left for college. I
missed him greatly, but our sexual relationship, taboo as it was, became a part
of my life that I closeted away as I began dating again. When I met Louise, my
present wife, I knew I was in love again. Not like with Travis, which was a
passion more powerful than anything between a man and a woman, but enough to
want to make a life with her. Travis, meanwhile, came home with a girl that
clearly was more than a fling. They couldn't keep their hands off of each
other. Louise hadn't moved in yet so I was still alone in the master bedroom.
At one point I could hear laughter and what could only be sexual foreplay from
Travis' old room. His bed always made a funny noise and soon that same noise
revealed what they were doing. He was clearly fucking her.

  So much more my surprise when in the middle of the night he came into my bed
to be fucked by his daddy once again. With the girl in his room down the hall,
we had to be quiet, but it also excited us. I played with his asshole for a
good long time before fucking him good and hard the way he liked it:
face-to-face.

  Travis and I still find time to fuck. We both need it from time to time. But
it no longer seems the most important part of our lives. I know that I never
think of him when I'm screwing Louise but, then again, I've become a master at
compartmentalizing.

  THE END