Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2006 17:29:33 EDT
From: ActFrPaGr@aol.com
Subject: My Sweet Sweet Charlie (Mb, incest)

Hello.  Before you start reading this story I just wanted to tell you
that it isn't true.  No, it never happened, at least not with my own
son.  If you are not legally of age to read this, well maybe you
shouldn't.  At least, that is what "society" says, but what do they
know.  I was a thirteen year old boy once a long time ago, and I enjoyed
the taste of cum back then.  I began sucking cock when I was about six.
I grew up, stayed out of trouble, became a productive member of society,
married and had five kids.  So, I guess maybe society could be wrong!
Anyway, here is a story that I hope you enjoy.

  I knocked on my oldest son's bedroom door.   We have a rule in our
house that no one enter's another person's space without permission.  My
thirteen year old son and my eight year old daughter both have their own
rooms.

  "Come in."  The answer came after about ten seconds.  That was unusual
because he usually answered immediately.

   When I entered his room I saw that he was sitting in just his white
brief's at his computer desk, but the computer monitor was turned off.  I
walked up to him, bent over, and kissed him on the lips.  Now, don't be
surprised at this.  We have always kissed our kids on the lips.  As they
become adults, they may not want to continue this, but I will enjoy the
feel of their warm lips against mine for as long as they will allow.

   "What are you doing, Son?"  I asked.

   "Nothin' Dad."

   "You have time to talk for a few minutes?"

   "Sure, what's up?"

   "Come on over to the bed so we can both sit down."

   I had just gotten out of the shower and only had my robe on.  I
tightened the belt around my waist and sat down on my son's bed. Charlie
got up, walked over to the bed, and sat down next to me.

   Putting my arm around his shoulders I began to tell him why I was
making this visit.

   "Your Mom and I were talking last night in bed.  She, now don't be
embarrassed, but she found something on your sheets last week Friday when
she washed them and felt that I needed to have 'the talk' with you."

   Charlie looked down at his feet.  "I'm sorry, Dad.  There was this
stuff all over my peter when I woke up, and I didn't know what it was.  I
knew it wasn't pee because it was white.  I was late for school and I was
going to clean it up when I got home."

   "You don't know what it was?"  I asked.

   "No...uh...I didn't know then.  But I just happened to have Sex
Education in gym class that day, and now I know what it was."

   "Oh, so you had Sex Education.  I guess we won't have to have 'the
talk' after all."

   "Yeah.  Coach told us about erections and ejaculations and fu..., I
mean, intercourse.  He answered questions at the end of class."

   "Well, I'm glad you know all about it, then.  I have to admit I was a
little embarrassed to talk with you about sex."  I began to stand up when
Charlie grabbed my arm.

   "Dad?"

   "Yes, son?"

   "Well...uh..."

   He was still looking down at his feet and seemed hesitant to say what
he wanted to say.  I sat back down and waited until he decided to start
talking.  We never pushed our kids to talk to us, but always allowed them
time to decided when to talk.

   After about two minutes, he began to speak.  "Well, the coach told us
about males and females, and how babies are made and all...but...well..."

   He paused and I waited again.

   "Well, I was going to ask him about...boys...and...well...Bobby asked
it first...about boys doing things together.  Everybody laughed at him
and the coach got real mad and sent him to Admin.  I wanted to know, too,
but I'm glad I wasn't the one to ask.  You would have been real mad if I
had been the one sent to Admin."

   "Charlie, I would have been upset, but not at you.  Kids have a right
to have their questions answered.  Your coach was wrong to treat your
friend Bobby like that.  You know that I have always told you that the
only dumb question was the one that wasn't asked."

   "I remember.  I also remember that you said that I could ask you
anything, and tell you anything, and that you would still love me.  You
said that you may not like me, but that you would still love me."

   "I said that I may not like what you told me, but not that I wouldn't
like you.  I have always loved you and I always will, you know that don't
you?"

   "Yes, but...damn...Dad...this is really hard to say and I am afraid."

   I pulled Charlie close to me in a warm fatherly hug.  He wrapped his
arms around me and we just sat there like that for about five minutes.  I
could feel him sobbing in my arms.

   "It's ok to cry, son, but if you tell me what is bothering you, it
will help you feel better...I promise."  I said softly.

   Charlie looked up at me with his tear stained face.  He reached up and
pulled my head down and pressed his lips against mine.  It wasn't just a
peck, it was a real kiss.  When he pulled his lips from mine I licked my
lips and tasted the salt from his tears.

   "Maybe it would be better if I just showed you."  He said as he got up
and walked over to his computer.  He turned on the monitor and as it
warmed up and focused I couldn't believe what was on the screen.  It was
a picture of me, naked, in the shower.

   "Charlie, you took a picture of me naked?"

   "I took a lot of pictures of you, Dad."  He said, as he clicked on the
slide show button.  There on the screen was picture after picture of me.
In some of them I was naked, or in my underwear.  The pictures of me with
clothes on were just of my crotch.  In some of these you could see that I
had a hard-on.

   "Why did you take all of these pictures of me, Charlie?"

   "Because I love you."

   "Well, I love you, too, but..."

   "No, I mean I LOVE you.  I didn't know what I was feeling about you
until the sex ed class.  Now I know.  Dad, I want to have sex with you."

   Needless to say, I was stunned.  I sat there on the bed and couldn't
speak.

   "I guess it wasn't true, what you said."  said Charlie.  "I guess you
hate me now."

   "No, I don't hate you, Charlie.  I...I...was just stunned.  I still
love you, with all my heart."

   "You're just saying that."

   "No, I'm not just saying that.  Charlie, now I have something to tell
you.  I'm bisexual."

   "Bisexual?"  he asked.

   "That means I like men and women...sexually.  And, to be honest, I
have wanted to make love to you since you were a very, very little boy."

   Charlie ran and jumped up on me, knocking me back flat onto the bed.
He said, "I want to make love to you, Daddy."  and pressed his lips
against mine.  I could feel his tongue trying to enter my mouth.  I
allowed my lips to part and his tongue entered my mouth.  He didn't learn
THAT in sex ed class!

   I gently took his head in my hands and pulled his face away from
mine.  "Whoa, Charlie, where did you learn that?"

   "Remember how last Saturday Bobby and I had a sleep over?"  He said.

   "Yes."

   "Well, we were up here in my room and we started talking about the sex
ed class.  He didn't get into trouble, but the way, they just told him
not to ever ask that question again."

   "Well, I'm glad he didn't get into trouble."

   "We started talking about the class, and, well, we decided to see what
each other's peters looked like.  He took his pants off and let me see
him first.  Then I took mine off.  We decided to see what each other's
peters felt like and we started feeling each others."

   "So, how about the kissing?"  I asked.

   "You promise you won't tell anybody what I tell you?  I promised Bobby
that I wouldn't tell, but, I need to tell you."

   "I promise, son.  Nothing you tell me will ever be heard outside of
this room...unless you say it is ok."

   "Bobby told me that he and his dad play around all the time."

   "What do you mean by play around?"  I asked.

   "They...they do things with each others peters, like sucking them and
all.  He said his dad sucks him off until he cums, and then he sucks his
dad off."  Charlie admitted.

   "I have to ask one question.  Does Bobby do that to his dad because he
wants to do it, or does his dad make him?"

   "He said he likes doing it.  In fact, he said that he started sucking
his dad when his dad was asleep.  One night his dad woke up while Bobby
was sucking him, and that's when they started doing things together."

   "Well, then, Charlie.  If Bobby is  not being forced to do it, then I
don't see anything wrong with it."  I told my son.  "Did Bobby learn to
kiss like that from his dad?"

   "Yes, and then he taught me how.  Then, well, we sucked each other's
peters."

   "Did you like sucking his peter?"

   "Oh, yes, very much.  I even liked it when the stuff went into my
mouth."

   "Sounds like you two had some fun together."

   "Yes, it was fun.  But, I have been thinking all the time about what
he said he and his dad do together, and..."

   "And," I finished his sentence, "You want us to be like Bobby and his
dad."

   I rolled over and put Charlie flat on his bed, then pulled down his
underwear.  He had the most beautiful little cock.  Well, it wasn't as
little as the last time I saw it.  I was sticking up hard, and was about
4 inches long.  I could see a few sparse pubic hairs on his groin.  His
balls were pulled up tight in their hairless sack.  I reached out and
took hold of his little hard-on with my thumb and two fingers.  He moaned
and pushed his hips up off the bed.

   I leaned forward and took his thirteen year old hard cock into my
mouth, and gave him a blow job.  I heard him squeak, and his sweet cum
shot into my mouth.  If you have never tasted how sweet a thirteen year
old boy's cum tastes, you have not lived.

   After he came down from his orgasmic high, he sat up and loosened my
robe belt.  He opened my robe and wrapped his little hand around my hard
cock.  "Oh, I love your peter, dad.  It's more beautiful than I
imagined."

   "Move your hand up and down slowly...yes...like that."  I instructed
him.

   "Don't you want me to suck it?"  Charlie asked.

   "I want you to do anything you want to do to my cock."  I answered.

   "Cock?  I like that better than peter."  he said, lowering his head to
my manhood.  He first began by licking my cock like it was a ice cream
cone.  Then, he wrapped his thirteen year old lips around it and took
about half down into his mouth.  That wasn't a lot of cock for him
because I am only about six inches hard.

   He continued to move his mouth up and down on my cock giving me the
best blow job I think I have ever had.  Soon I felt my cum building and
ready to shoot out. I knew that he took Bobby's cum in his mouth, but I
am a grown man and have a lot more.  So I told him that I was about to
cum.

   Charlie only sucked harder.  Shortly I felt my cum leaving my balls
and traveling up my piss tube.  I blew a fantastic load into my thirteen
year old son's mouth, and he kept sucking.

   He was holding my cum in his mouth as he continued to bob his head on
my now spent cock.  He had remembered that I had done him the same way.
When my cock began to soften he pulled his mouth off and swallowed my
entire load.  It looked like it took him two tries to get it all down
into his stomach.

   He then leaned over and sucked on my now soft cock again, getting the
last drops out. He looked up, still holding my cock, and said, "That was
the best cum I have ever tasted, dad."

   "Are you sure Bobby's didn't taste better?  I am a grown man."  I
said.

   "But you are my daddy, and my daddy's cum tastes better than any other
cum in the whole world."  He then slid up to me and planted another open
mouth kiss on me.

    For almost a year after that day we exchanged blow jobs.  First, I
would suck him off, and then he would suck me.  Charlie loved his daddy's
cum, and I love my sweet sweet Charlie.


   What happened after a year?  That's another story.