Date: Thu, 13 Jun 2013 16:44:59 -0700 (PDT) From: Tim Marsh Subject: Watch Me Chapter 5 ***This story is a work of complete fiction. NONE of the characters or situations depicted have ever happened. Enjoy! If you like the story and would like to send feedback, email me at marsh1002@yahoo.com (new email) I am trying to respond to everyone, but sometimes I can't get to you all. Just know that your feedback is appreciated!!*** Watch Me – Chapter 5 Mom woke me up the next morning by sucking my dick. I had to pee so badly, so I told her to wait until after I went pee. When I came back to Mom's bed, she was fingering herself lying naked on top of the covers. I lay back against the large white pillows and let Mom's lips pleasure me. As she sucked on me, one of her hands played with my nuts while her other hand fingered her pussy. I held her head on my dick, making sure she wouldn't pull off. Her constant moaning added extra stimulation. She was really getting into it, whimpering as she sucked and humping her crotch against her own hand. Suddenly her moans were higher in pitch and I could feel the bed shake as she had her orgasm. Her whole body convulsed and she sucked my dick harder and faster. It wasn't long before I was moaning up at the ceiling as my own orgasm started. I gripped Mom's hair tightly, shoving her face against my crotch as I felt my dick try to pump cum into her mouth. "You shot something out that time." Mom said when she pulled off me. "I made sperm?" I asked, sitting up. "I'm pretty sure you did." Mom answered with a smile. "I could feel when you were getting close to cumming so, I made sure to keep my tongue near the slit of your penis. It wasn't much but it was definitely sperm." "Wow!" I said. "Do you think I made sperm last night when we had sex?" "I don't see why not." Mom answered and then she kissed my nuts. "My baby could be in your stomach right now?" I asked, scooting down the bed to be at Mom's side. "I don't know." She said. "You're pretty young so your sperm might not do anything." Mom flipped over to lay on her back and I rested my ear on her stomach. "What would you do if you were going to have a baby that I made?" I asked. Mom ran her fingers through my hair, soothing me. "I would keep it. Of course, I would have to lie to everyone and tell them that it was from a man that I had been dating. I would make up some kind of a story to tell other people, but you and I would know the truth." "Wow." I breathed against her stomach. Mom's phone vibrated on her bedside table. She looked mad when she read the screen and I knew that it was from Dad. She typed some kind of a response and then threw the phone onto the bed. "It's typical; your father is going to be a few hours late picking you up today." She said, "But I guess that will give us some time to have breakfast together." It was Saturday morning and usually Dad came to pick me up around nine, but for some reason he would be late. This was a normal thing for Dad since he usually forgot about some place he should be, or maybe he promised to help someone with something and they had to remind him. Dad didn't do it to hurt anyone; he was just careless about remembering details. I rolled the other way so that I was facing Mom's bush. I ran my fingers through her soft pubic hair and my fingers brushed the top of her pussy and I felt her flinch slightly. "Sorry." I said. "It's alright. You can keep going, if you want." She said. I moved around so that I was between her legs. I played with her pussy lips, feeling the skin and the warmth of it. I parted the lips and moved my fingers around a bit. "This is where I came out if when I was born, huh?" I asked. Her eyes were half closed telling me that what I was doing was making her feel good. "Yeah, Honey." She answered between careful breaths. "Did it hurt when I was born?" I asked, pushing a finger in further. "Yes." Mom moaned as she spread her legs more. "Oh. Sorry it hurt you." I said, planting a lingering kiss on her pussy lips. Mom flinched again and let out a gasp. I felt her hands on my head, keeping my mouth there. I kissed her there again and then I let my tongue explore the slit to take in her taste. "Oh, Honey!" Mom moaned as she gripped my head tighter. I kept moving my tongue around, noticing that she liked it when I licked the top part more. I flexed my tongue to make it rigid and then I let the texture of my taste buds stimulate her. I pulled my stiff tongue in and out, brushing it against her clit. I immediately felt her flex, mashing my face against her. I repeated the action, but this time I moved my tongue at a faster pace, flicking her clit as fast as I could. "Don't stop!" Mom shouted as she held my head and began grinding her crotch against my face. Her pussy was oozing a warm fluid that had a sweet taste to it, and it got all over my lips. I liked how I was making her react and I liked that I was putting my tongue into the spot where my dad had shot his load ten years ago to create me. My slurps and moans were muffled as mom repeatedly thrust her crotch against my face. Finally, I had to keep still with my tongue sticking out because she was moving so much. "You're so little!" Mom moaned and she humped my face. Mom gasped and moaned loudly as she spread her legs open wider. I could feel the strength of her hands on my head suddenly as her body tensed. She held my head against her cunt with more force and I heard her groan. "I'm cumming!" She called out as she almost suffocated me. The warm liquid was coming out of her pussy at a fast rate and it got really hot. I could feel the muscles around her crotch contract repeatedly. Suddenly I felt Mom's legs close tight against my head and she pulled her hips back, pulling away from my mouth. I pushed forward, sticking my tongue back into her twitching cunt that was gushing clear fluid. Mom groaned at a high volume when I refused to stop pleasuring her. Her hands held my head still as her body flexed over and over until it finally calmed down. "Jesus!" Mom sighed, relaxing against the bed again. "I haven't had an orgasm like that since I was a young girl." "Wow, really?" I asked with a proud smile. Mom and I showered together and she rubbed my dick as she washed me, but I was too tired to cum again. We toweled each other off and I wondered if we would be able to shower like that every day. Usually Mom made us toaster waffles on Saturdays but that morning she took the time to make blueberry pancakes, because they were my favorite. At a quarter to noon, we heard a car pull up in the driveway followed by a few taps to the car horn. My shoulders slumped, because I knew that Dad never did that. Dad always came to the front door to say hello to Mom. The only person who wouldn't come to the door was Dad's girlfriend, Vicky. "It's okay, Honey. Tough it out with her for a little bit." Mom said, handing me my backpack with my clothes. "She won't stay at your Dad's place all day." "Okay." I agreed. Mom kneeled in front of me and told me that she loved me. Before I turned to leave through the front door, she whispered into my ear, "Remember, alcohol is the key with your Dad." Vicky didn't even look at me when I got in the car. It was almost nauseating, smelling the over-dousing of Vicky's perfume. I rolled down the passenger window to let in some fresh air. As she drove away from Mom's house, Vicky tapped the ear-piece and resumed some phone conversation that she was having with a friend. "Where's my Dad?" I asked loud enough to be heard over her obnoxious yapping. "He'll be home later." Vicky said quickly, as if it was a nuisance to stop talking about her nail color for two seconds. I looked at her small tank top that was too small for her boob job. The tight white shirt underneath looked like it was straining to hold her large jugs inside. Her bright white pants were tight and her high heels were so high that they could be stilts. I had to stifle a laugh as I imagined her in a line of clowns at the circus, all the while telling everyone to keep quiet so she could talk on the phone. When we arrived at Dad's apartment complex, Vicky stayed in the driver seat, chatting away and scratching her scalp, gently so she wouldn't mess up the bleach-blonde hairspray sculpture called `hair'. I got out of the car and went straight to the apartment. Dad always had cherry cola in the refrigerator, so I helped myself to one and then say in the living room to watch television. Saturday afternoon t.v. always sucked, unless you wanted to watch golf. I settled on an old comedy movie from the eighties. The door to the apartment opened and I could feel my brain vibrate at the sound of her high pitched cackle as she talked on the phone. I turned the volume up on the t.v. to let her know just how annoying she was. I could hear her say something nasty about me before she slammed the door to my Dad's bedroom. I couldn't understand what Dad saw in her. I wondered if there was some sort of blackmail that she may have over Dad for him to stay with such a shallow woman. Ryan always liked it when she was at the house because of her tight clothing and large tits, so perhaps that's why Dad was with her. I couldn't see any sort of redeeming qualities about her, other than her figure. When Dad came home, I felt joy again when I saw his smile. I let Dad pick me up as he hugged me tight and called me `Tiger'. I sat at the kitchen counter while he let me tell him about school and every mundane thing happening in my life. We reconnected in the best way as Dad made sandwiches on the kitchen counter. I took in the details of his arms and his leg muscles, because he was wearing shorts. I remembered Mom's description of Dad's cock and I tried to picture him naked. I could see some of Dad's chest hair sticking out of his shirt and I imagined running my fingers through it. I imagined what his strained face would look like when he came. "Vicky?" Dad called down the hall. "Sandwiches are ready!" We heard Vicky squeal some dumb blonde response, but she didn't come out right away. I took the opportunity to ask Dad my burning question. "Dad? Do you think we could talk about sex this weekend?" I asked. Dad's eyes went wide and he stammered with a response. "Uh...Yeah...sure, yeah." He said, dropping the butter knife on the floor. "Thanks." I said, thinking that Mom may have handled it better at first. "Are you having some problems?" He asked, not looking right at me. I shrugged my shoulders, saying, "I just want to know about some things." "Okay." Dad said, "I'm just curious, what kind of things?" I shrugged and answered, "Masturbation." Dad dumped a pile of potato chips onto my plate as he nodded his head, "Okay, we can talk about that." He moved around to putting chips on the other two plates and he said in a low voice, "The thing to remember about masturbation is, just about everyone does it and there's nothing wrong with it." I smiled at Dad, liking how nice he was being about it. "Everyone does it?" I whispered. "Yeah." He answered, "It feels good." My dick got hard right away and I wanted to keep talking about it. I leaned forward and Dad leaned in close to me as I asked, "When did you start masturbating?" I could feel my face turning red and my heart raced as Dad glanced behind him, to make sure Vicky wasn't in ear shot. "I started when I was about six years old. I was in the bath tub and I liked how the wash cloth felt on my dick, so I kept doing it." Dad said. I could hear the quiver in Dad's voice as he explained how he started jacking off. I wanted him to keep going, but we were interrupted. The hollow-skulled Barbie doll walked into the kitchen. Vicky pulled my Dad toward her and she hugged him. They whispered things to each other and her artificially shy giggles made me want to smack her. Dad ate his sandwich and he continued talking to me about normal stuff, but Vicky had her arms wrapped around him the whole time. Anytime Dad seemed too focused on me, she made baby-talk into his ear. It was a constant battle to gain my own father's attention away from an adult brat. My appetite quickly went away and I got up from the stool at the counter and went back to watch t.v. in the living room. It took a few minutes for Dad to realize that I had left the table. When he tried to get up to come sit with me in the living room, they were whispering something to each other that sounded like an argument. I smiled as I heard Dad tell her to give us some space. Vicky didn't like Dad's suggestion so she stormed off to Dad's bedroom, slamming the door shut. "Will she be here all day?" I asked, when Dad came to sit next to me on the couch. "Yeah." He answered. "She's staying the night. Is that alright?" I felt the frown on my face as I shrugged in response. Last time she stayed over three nights in a row and I hated it. I was hoping that this time would be different. "Tomorrow will be just you and me together. Okay?" Dad asked, pulling me against him. I hugged Dad tight, resting my head on his chest. He kissed the top of my head and rubbed his hand in circles on my back. "I guess." I breathed against his shirt. "When do you masturbate? I've never seen you do that when I'm here." "Sometimes I do it in the morning or at night. Sometimes I jack off in the shower, like I learned when I was little." Dad said, with a nervous tone. "I like to do it a lot. Is that okay?" I inquired. "Sure." Dad mumbled. "But what do you mean by `a lot'?" "I do it in the morning and at night. Then I do it at school in the bathroom stalls. And then, sometimes..." I paused, unsure of how much to tell my Dad. "It's okay, son. You can tell me." Dad encouraged me. "Ryan and I masturbate together, but we do it in private, is that okay?" I asked. His eyes grew wide again and he looked away while nodding. "Yes, that's okay. I had a jack off buddy once too, when I was young." "But what if we do other stuff together?" I inquired, feeling my dick throb. Dad gulped and took a deep breath. "Like what?" "Sometimes we get naked and we lay on top of each other. It feels really good when we rub our dicks together." I replied, trying to keep from rubbing my growing hard-on in my shorts. "Oh." Dad barely said. "I suppose that's okay, as long as no one is getting hurt." "Well," I said, "Sometimes it feels too good and I hump him super-fast. It makes a slapping sound that kind of hurts but it feels really good too. Is that okay?" "Yes. I think that's okay." He hurried to say. "Is that all you had questions about?" "No." I replied, trying to think of another question to keep it going. "Maybe we should talk about this stuff tomorrow, when were alone together." Dad suggested. Dad patted my shoulder quickly, like he did when he would end a hug. I knew he wanted to stop the conversation. "Wait." I quickly said, "Vicky can't hear us. Please, Dad?" "One more question and then we can finish up tomorrow. Okay?" "Okay." I agreed. Dad looked over his shoulder to make sure Vicky was still down the hall and then he focused on me again, "What's the question?" "When will I start getting hair around my dick?" I asked. Dad took another deep breath before answering. "It depends on when your body decides to start puberty. I hit puberty around eleven years old and I didn't know what was going on. One day I woke up and I noticed some tiny hairs down there that were thicker than normal." "I think I might have that happening." I said, sitting up and pulling the front of my shorts down below my balls. My hard-on was sticking straight up. Dad gasped and looked away. "You shouldn't do that, Son." "Did the hairs look like this?" I asked, pointing to the base of my cock. Dad reluctantly looked at my crotch, zeroing in on the spot where I was pointing. Suddenly the awkward expression left his face and he leaned forward more. "Yeah. I think you're starting to grow some pubes down there." Dad said with a smile. "Well, it will take some time for them to come in, but I think those are the beginnings." I returned the prideful smile, squinting at the hairs down there. "That's awesome!" I exclaimed, "I can't wait to have hair. And I want my dick to get big too. When did yours start to get bigger?" "It was around the time that I started growing thick pubic hair. It all depends on when your body wants to grow." Dad said. I didn't realize that I was jacking my dick until Dad looked away quickly. "Sorry." I said, without stopping. "It just feels good talking about sex stuff. How big will my dick be?" "...it will probably grow a few inches more." Dad said, sounding very tense. "Why don't you go into your room and do that, son?" "Wait." I pleaded, "Just a little bit more." Dad glanced at my hand that was a fast moving blur on my cock. I tilted my head back and began thrusting my hips around more, brushing against Dad's leg. He kept looking away, undecided about what to do. "Will my dick be as big as yours?" I asked. "It probably will be, son. You should stop." Dad ordered. "A little more?" I asked and then added, "How big is your dick, Dad?" I looked right at the crotch of his blue jeans and he covered his crotch. That's when Dad got up from the couch and walked away. "Wait!" I called out, "I'm sorry, Dad. Don't be mad." "I'm not mad," He said without looking at me. "Go ahead and finish up," then he walked back to his bedroom. Of course, I did what he said. I finished up and gave myself quite a nice orgasm. I hoped he really wasn't mad at me. When I was finished jacking off, I resumed watching t.v. as I waited for Dad and Vicky to come out of the bedroom. It wasn't long before I heard the creaking of bed springs and the overdramatic moans from Dad's girlfriend. Dad and Vicky didn't usually have sex in the middle of the day when I was here. It made me wonder if our sex talk had gotten him worked up. That night, before bed, I laid there under the covers reading a book. Dad came in to say good night. He sat halfway on my bed, like Mom always did and he told me that we would have some time together the next day to go out and have fun. Before he got up to leave, I held his hand to keep him sitting there a bit longer. "Are you going to masturbate before you go to bed?" I quietly asked. "Maybe..." He answered. "Why wouldn't you do it?" I asked, already knowing the answer. He paused and was silent for a long awkward moment before saying, "Because Vicky and I might have sex. I usually don't do it if that happens." He looked down at me and smiled, caressing my hand. "But `you' can do it." He added. "You don't mind that I do it in here?" I asked. "No." Dad said with a chuckle, "It's your room, do it as much as you like." "I'm already doing it." I said, seeing my Dad's surprised look. Dad's eyes moved to my crotch where he noticed the movement under the blanket, as I slowly stroked my cock. Dad shook his head, "Don't do it so much that your dick falls off." I laughed at that but I didn't stop rubbing my dick. "I really like talking with you about sex stuff." I said. "We can talk more about sex tomorrow." Dad reminded me. "Okay." I said, "You said there were some pubes growing by my dick, but can you look at my balls? I bet there's some growing there." I pushed the covers down, letting Dad see that I had pulled my undies down to my knees. Dad was quiet and it was difficult to tell what he was thinking. I was afraid that I had pushed it too far and maybe he would get mad. Finally, he got up and pushed my bedroom door shut and then returned to my bed. "I don't want anyone to see this. They might think I'm creepy." Dad explained. "I'm pretty sure this isn't something that most Dads do." "I don't think you're creepy." I told him. Dad shook his head and leaned forward to look at my ball sack. My hard dick throbbed and I felt a rush of ecstasy when Dad's breath hit my balls. "I don't see anything." He said, sending more air against my genitals. "Look more." I told him, as I pulled my dick away and spread the skin of my ball sack. I thought it might be possible to cum simply from the stimulation of my Dad's breath on my dick. I spread my legs a bit wider when I saw that his nose was a few inches away. "Can you feel any hair?" I asked in a shaky voice. I jumped when I felt Dad's warm finger tips run along the skin of my nuts. I couldn't help it; I had to stroke my cock. I spread my legs more and felt Dad's eyes on me as I resumed jacking off. "Keep checking." I urged him. Dad rubbed my hairless ball sack with the tips of three of his fingers, making me shudder. Dad was stimulating me but he was watching my face instead of my balls. "Keep doing it, Dad." I breathed. "I shouldn't...this doesn't feel right." Dad said. I was rubbing my cock fast and my fingers were tapping Dad's fingers with every stroke. It felt amazing and I was afraid that he was going to pull away any second. "Don't stop." I told him as I pressed his fingers against my nuts with my free hand. I gently held his fingers against my skin, and I saw the look of doubt on his face. I caressed the soft hair of his knuckles, making his fingers caress my balls. I was surprised when I felt Dad's fingers fondle my sack on their own. "I shouldn't be doing this." Dad said, in a low voice. "Please, Dad?" I begged. "I'm almost there." Dad didn't stop, which made it feel even better. I rubbed my dick as fast as possible and I kept my other hand on Dad's hand, feeling his big fingers working my balls. I was swirling my hips and closing my legs so that my thighs were hugging Dad's hand. As I felt the warm tickle of my orgasm approaching, I grabbed his hand and pushed his fingers just under my balls. "Dad." I moaned, getting his attention. "Oh Dad!" My body jerked and I let out a loud rush of air as I began one of those powerful orgasms. I moaned loudly, gritting my teeth to handle the intense waves of stimulation. Dad shushed me and then he finally put a hand over my mouth to quiet me. I gripped tightly onto his forearm, feeling the warmth of his skin. My legs closed on his hand that was between my legs. I couldn't stop moaning; it was too powerful. I was surprised when I felt two quick spurts of clear cum shoot out and hit my stomach. Mom was right, I could shoot sperm. Dad continued to quietly shush me as my body shuddered in his grasp. When I finally let out a breath that I had been holding, I relaxed on the bed. I didn't expect Dad to keep rubbing between my legs, but he did. He carefully removed his hand from covering my mouth, looking hesitant. I was trying to catch my breath, but I nodded to him, letting him know that I would be quiet. "Sorry." I whispered. "You just have to be careful." Dad said, running his fingers through my hair. "Vicky would freak out." I nodded in agreement then Dad leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. He pulled his hand from between my legs and held my cheeks with both hands. "Please keep this a secret." He added, and then kissed me again. I watched him walk out of my bedroom, feeling like the whole thing was an awesome dream. It was great that he kept making me feel good instead of walking away like when we were talking on the couch. I thought about the events of the day and I recalled Dad sipping some white wine with Vicky as we ate dinner. I wondered if Mom was right, all he needed was some alcohol and he could loosen up. My eyelids were heavy. The last thing I remember before sleep took me, was the sound of skin slapping as Dad fucked Vicky down the hall. I slept through the night, waking up a bit after I would normally get up on a school day. It was Sunday, which meant Vicky would leave us to have our family time together. Dad said that he would answer all of my questions about sex and I couldn't wait to see how far I could take it. I stayed in bed, thinking up questions that I could ask Dad. I knew that I had to ask questions that might get Dad worked up, or at least questions that would get him to show me his dick. It occurred to me that if Dad and Vicky had sex the night before, Dad might have fallen asleep naked. Usually on Sunday mornings I would crawl into bed with Dad until he woke up, but last time I was afraid to do that since Vicky was in there with him. I tip-toed down the hallway, wearing only my briefs and shirt, listening at Dad's bedroom door, but all I could hear was light snoring. I opened the door as quietly as possible and walked over to Dad's side of the bed. Vicky was on Dad's right side, topless but covered to the shoulder with the bed sheet. Dad was asleep on his back with the bed sheet pulled to his chest. He wasn't wearing a shirt, which probably meant that he was naked. I stood at Dad's bed side and watched his closed eyes as I tried to pull the bed sheet up just enough to see his dick. It was tough to pull the sheet enough because Dad's hands were resting on top of the sheet. He stirred in his slumber, making me stop. "Hey, Tiger." Dad whispered. I dropped the corner of the bed sheet and smiled at him. He scooted over to make room for me, but Vicky was too close. I decided to climb on top of Dad, straddling his waist. Dad smiled back at me, but he looked like he wanted to slip back into sleep. I played with his thick fingers and every couple of minutes he would tickle my stomach. It became a challenge to stay quiet while Dad tickled me, but I was able to do it. I shifted my position on top of Dad and that's when I felt his dick under me. Dad and I exchanged a look and I scooted back to see the shape his morning erection under the sheet lying flat against his belly button. I scooted forward again and pressed my butt against his hard-on very carefully. "It's big." I said very quietly. Dad nodded, holding my waist as I gently moved my hips, stimulating him with my butt. He looked like he was about ready to tell me to stop, but he was waiting. I moved my hips a little faster and I could feel his hard-on flex against me. Dad quickly glanced at Vicky, making sure she was still sleeping, then he watched me as I circled my butt on his cock. Vicky stirred in her sleep, moving around on the bed. I felt Dad's hands hold me still, and he gave me a look, telling me to stop. Vicky resumed her sleep and I looked at Dad, silently asking if I could keep going, but he shook his head. "Don't." Dad whispered. I obeyed and went back to playing with Dad's hands in my own hands. He tried tickling me again, but I wasn't into it this time. "Look." I said under my breath. I pointed at my three inch boner that made a tent in my briefs. Dad nodded his head and smirked. I grinned at Dad, and looked to make sure Vicky was asleep, then I pulled the front of my briefs down, letting my boner show. I pulled Dad's hand to my crotch and he didn't pull away. I placed my hard-on between his index finger and thumb and felt him give it a few tugs. It felt like heaven, but he pulled his hand away quickly. "More?" I quietly asked. Dad shook his head to say no, but I placed his hand there anyway. He looked over at Vicky again to see that she was still asleep and snoring a little. He took my boner in his grip again, gently stroking it. I pushed my hips forward, hoping he wouldn't stop. "Ssssh." Dad mouthed with his lips. I nodded my head and then I felt Dad's hand move quicker on my cock. My eyes closed half way and I leaned forward, resting my hands in Dad's chest hair as he stroked me. I was face to face with Dad, but he wouldn't look me in the eyes. Vicky shifted on the bed again, turning over to face away from Dad and I. The sheet didn't move with her, exposing her whole naked back side to both of us. Dad immediately stopped stroking me and we both stared at Vicky's naked butt. The elastic on my briefs slapped against my skin when Dad pulled my shorts back up. "That's enough." Dad said, patting my bottom. "Don't tell anyone." I repositioned myself, placing my boner near his giant cock and I began slowly humping against him. His hands were still on my bottom as I gently mashed my cock against his hard-on. I was still face to face with Dad seeing him give me that look like he was about to get mad. "Feel good?" I whispered. He didn't respond, but looked past me as I made us both feel good. I could feel his dick flexing against me and I could see the battle in Dad's eyes as he tried to decide what to do. I continued humping Dad, slowly increasing the pressure and speed. I went as fast as I could without shaking the bed too much. Dad's breath on my cheek was more labored, as was mine. I heard him let escape a small moan and his hands twitched on my butt cheeks. Vicky sighed quietly in her sleep and Dad's hands stopped my thrusting. "Stop." Dad whispered into my ear. I quickly stopped as he asked. We watched Vicky's naked back and I hoped that she would stay asleep. When it looked like she was going to stay where she was, Dad looked at me with scared eyes. I could see his indecision as we remained still. "A little more." Dad said with a shaky voice. I was shocked at the response, but I quickly got over it and resumed dry humping my Dad. It was difficult to go slow enough not to shake the bed and I could feel Dad's hips push against me with every hump. It got to the point where I almost couldn't control my thrusts because it felt so good. I knew that our movements were shaking the bed now, but Dad didn't seem to care. We heard Vicky sigh in her sleep again, but Dad didn't order me to stop. We kept up the humping as we cautiously watched Vicky. Dad's hands gripped my butt, pressing me against him with every thrust of my hips. I heard a gasp from Dad and I watched him tilt his head back and close his eyes. He was in control of our humping as his hands pressed me against his bucking hips. His strong hands were kneading my butt as he seemed to lose his composure in exchange for pleasure. I placed my hands on either side of Dad's torso, bracing myself against the force of his grinding. Suddenly Dad's eyes opened and he looked at me. He sucked in a quick breath and then he pushed me up and off of his dick. I watched Dad pull the bed sheet up to make a tent above his cock and I wondered what was happening. I went to pull the sheet away to see if he was shooting a load of cum, but Dad stopped me. He was letting out careful breaths and he told me not to touch his dick. When Dad calmed down, he let the sheet fall back down again. I leaned forward and whispered into his ear. "Did you cum?" Dad shook his head in response, "No, son. I didn't want to make a mess on the sheets. I'll have to do that later." "I want you to cum." I quietly told him. Dad shushed me and then he pulled me against him so that my boner was lying on his stomach. I positioned myself so that my cheek was touching his. "Keep quiet." He said into my ear. I felt Dad's hand between us, making me jump. Dad shushed me again but his hand kept moving around. Finally I felt his fingers slip into my briefs, wiggling around. His hand found my hard cock and he massaged it between his thumb and fingers. I gasped and then raised myself up to look at Dad, seeing his eyes wander past me. His fingers found the spot that felt best, just under the head of my dick and he quickly rubbed that spot, making it feel amazing. When I moaned, Dad shushed me again and he kissed my cheek. I flexed my dick and let out whimpers as I watched Dad's eyes. As I got closer to cumming I moved my face closer to Dad's, feeling my lips touch the scruff on his cheek. My voice was quiet and muffled as I whispered, "Dad." My body buckled as my orgasm began and my position moved slightly, so that our noses. I let out involuntary groans which Dad silenced as he planted Dad-kisses on my lips. "It's okay, Tiger. Let it happen." Dad quietly said. I let all of my weight fall on Dad as my body contracted repeatedly. I felt Dad's free hand make soothing circles on my back and he slowed his rubbing on my dick. I could feel the small jets of my own cum shoot out and onto Dad's hand. Finally, I buried my face into his neck, letting out barely audible moans. He was gentle with my dick when my orgasm slowed and I gently humped my cock into his warm fingers as I tried to get the most out of the remaining sensations. Dad kissed my cheek carefully as I sighed against his neck. "I love you, Dad." I breathed. Dad replied. "Love you, son." We stayed like that for a while and eventually I tried to get Dad worked up again because I wanted to see him shoot cum. Dad wouldn't let me get him worked up again and Vicky finally woke up. We had French toast for breakfast and I had to hide my joy through the whole meal, as I saw my Dad in a different light. It didn't take a lot of alcohol to get Dad to want to share something sexual and he seemed to enjoy what we did together. I wondered what would have happened if Vicky wasn't in the same bed while we messed around. Dad said that we had to go to the store after breakfast to pick stuff up for dinner. I played Dad's Xbox while I listened to Vicky argue with Dad because she didn't want to leave for the day. I smiled every time Dad yelled at Vicky, hoping that he would just break it off with her. When Dad and I got in his car, Vicky kissed him goodbye and then hugged him, glaring at me over his shoulder. I smiled a little too much as I waved goodbye to her. Dad laughed, "Cut her some slack, Tiger." On the way to the grocery store Dad kept looking at me as if he wanted to talk about something. Finally, when we stopped at a red light, Dad asked, "Do you remember my uncle Sam?" "You mean the one who would get mad if you were blocking the television?" I asked. Dad snorted, "Yep. He's the one." Dad waited until we were driving again to continue, "When I was little...maybe five years old, he pulled me into a laundry room with him and he rubbed my dick until I came." "Whoa!" I exclaimed. "I really liked how it felt and I never told anyone, not even your Mom." Dad explained, "Every time I saw him, I would try to get him alone with me so he could masturbate me." "That sounds awesome!" I said. "It was wonderful." Dad agreed. "The most important part about my experience with him is that he was nice to me and he made it fun." The memory of that morning flashed into my mind; Dad holding me and telling me that he loved me while I had my orgasm. "That's why I didn't mind what we did last night and this morning." Dad said. "But there are limits on what we should share, since you are my son. It's fun having a jack off buddy, but I don't think it should go any further than that." "Okay." I agreed, feeling my pulse race at the thought of being Dad's jack off buddy. "What else did you and Uncle Sam do?" "He used to get off on watching me look at porn." Dad said. "Every time I saw him, he would have a new magazine to look at and he would jack off as he watched my reactions to the pictures. Eventually he would bring me to orgasm as I looked at the pictures, but not until after he shot his load." I could see Dad's dick becoming erect in his shorts as he told me about his Uncle. My own dick was growing in the excitement as well. "Sometimes we would rub each other off." Dad continued, "I liked how his dick felt in my hand as he shot sperm all over the place. It made me feel powerful, that I was making him do that." "That's so cool." I sighed. "We messed around even when your Mom and I were dating in college." My eyes opened wide as I listened. I was remembering what Mom had said to me about how she used to have sex with Dad's younger brother when Dad was away at college. I wondered what things would be like if we all knew each other's secrets. "I see that there is some benefit from having learned so much about sex through my whole life," Dad said as he pulled into the parking lot for the grocery store. "So if that can help you, then I don't mind if you want to share a wank every once in a while." "Can we do it right now?" I asked, as I massaged the crotch of my shorts. Dad shook his head and chuckled. "No, we can wait until we talk about sex a bit later. Okay?" He insisted on changing the subject for a few minutes to wait for our boners to go down. As soon as we were `soft' again, we had a good time kidding around as we threw groceries in the shopping cart. Dad got steaks for us to grill and I lifted a twenty four pack of beer into the basket for Dad to drink. Dad laughed and accused me of trying to turn him into an alcoholic. When we got back to the apartment, we both put away the groceries and Dad got that look on his face again, like he wanted to say something to me. "Son..." Dad said, "I learned to like sexual play with a grown up from Uncle Sam. Who did you learn it from?" Suddenly it felt like my heart might have stopped working as I pictured Mom, but tried to think of something else to say. "It's okay to tell me, Mark. I want to know that you aren't being hurt." Dad said as he placed a hand on each of my shoulders. I realized that the safest way to answer would be to say the truth. "It was a man that I met in a park bathroom. He was super nice to me and we got to masturbate together." Dad looked angry. "How old is he? Do you still see him?" "No. I only saw him that one time." I said truthfully. "I thought you said you wouldn't be mad." "Sorry, son." He apologized, "It's a parental reaction. Did he try to hurt you?" "No." I answered, "I let him catch me masturbating in the bathroom stall. I let him in the stall with me and I played with his balls until he came." "So that's where you got that from?" Dad asked. I shrugged, "I guess so. He was a neat guy." Dad was quiet for a bit as he marinated the steaks for grilling. I handed him a beer and he thanked me and then he hugged me tight. "Don't do that again." Dad told me, "Not everyone would be as nice as he was." I agreed not to do that again, but I silently wondered what happened to Gary. Dad took a long swig from his beer and then he said that the steak would marinate in the refrigerator for a bit. We sat down in the living room and Dad asked if I had questions or specific topic that I wanted to discuss about sex. I asked him if there were other ways to masturbate besides just rubbing your cock. He told me about using hand lotion to make it feel better and he also mentioned something called a flesh-light, but he didn't think they made them for little boys. He seemed to be loosening up as he kept drinking his beer. When it looked like he was getting low on beer, I would run and get him another one. I told Dad that I wanted to try masturbating with hand lotion but he said I could experiment with that another time. I wanted the subject to move toward really naughty things, but Dad changed it to talking about love. He told me that if I was going to have sex with a girl then I would have to love her with all of my heart and then marry her. I asked Dad if he loved Vicky, but that seemed to stop him. I immediately felt bad about asking because it was obvious that he didn't really love her. Dad was silent for a few minutes and finally I apologized for asking the question, but Dad told me it was alright. He told me that he didn't love her and that he only liked her for her body. He said that it was the wrong way to go about having a relationship and that I shouldn't follow his example. I didn't pursue the subject of his love or absence of love for Vicky and he seemed better for it. Dad decided to put the steaks on the grill a bit early, I think to avoid the talk about love. The smell of the meat cooking was amazing and I couldn't wait to taste it. Dad kept chugging down beers and he even asked me if I wanted a sip. I gladly took a sip, wanting to be like him, but I immediately spit the liquid out. Dad chuckled at my disgust for the drink, but he set a whole can on the counter, telling me that it was all mine if I wanted it. I took the beer just to hold it, to be more like Dad. When the steaks were ready, we ate in the living room and I decided to drink some of my beer. I decided that it tasted better with food to wash it down with. Not even a quarter through the can of beer, I started to get a little light headed and giddy. Dad and I sat back on the couch when we were done eating, feeling like the fattest guys for having eaten so much. After about an hour of watching some old action movie on t.v. Dad was the one to ask if I wanted to talk about sex stuff again. Of course, I jumped at the suggestion and turned off the t.v. "Have you ever done anything sexual with a girl before?" Dad asked. My immediate thought went to Sara who was barely even five years old, but I decided to lie about it. "Yeah, I've done some stuff with a girl at school." "Really?" Dad asked. "How old were you?" "It was this year, so she was ten, like me." I answered. "Did you get to stick it in her?" Dad asked, gesturing to my crotch. I could see that Dad was really being affected by the alcohol because the question was raunchier than I had expected. "No, but I rubbed my finger in her pussy." I said the last part quieter, feeling embarrassed to say the word. "I bet that made her feel real good." Dad said, taking a drink of his beer. He hiccupped and he fumbled at setting the beer down on the coffee table. "Are her tits growing in yet?" "No." I answered honestly, "But some of the girls a few grades above me are growing boobs." "Even if your girl doesn't have big breasts, you can still rub them and it feels good." Dad said. "Have you rubbed a girl's breasts when they weren't grown yet?" I asked, feeling my dick harden. "No but Uncle Sam told me that once. I don't think I was the only one he liked to fondle." Dad replied. My heart was pounding in my chest as I said, "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to make Ryan's sister feel good, down there." "You mean, Sara?" Dad asked, looking surprised. "Yeah." I answered. My Dad and Ryan's Dad hung out sometimes so he knew how young she was. I was hoping he wasn't going to freak out on me for saying it. "She's really young." Dad said, "But as long as they have the equipment they can have an orgasm." "Wow." I said. "Have you ever thought about doing it with a younger girl?" "Yeah." Dad answered, "But you can't tell anybody this." I agreed to keep my mouth shut about anything he said and he agreed not to tell about anything that I said. I brought Dad another beer from the kitchen and he popped it open. "You know that girl who plays Hannah Montana?" Dad asked. "Yeah," I answered with a laugh. "I'd do her." Dad said. "What about before she had her boobs?" I asked. "You mean, no hair on her pussy or anything?" Dad asked. "No hair." I answered. Dad got real quiet. He drank from his beer and then he finally said in a quiet voice, "Sometimes I wonder..." He paused again, staring at the floor. "What?" I asked, sitting up in my seat. Dad's voice was very hushed as he told me, "...what it would be like to lick a pussy that young while she wiggles all over the place." Dad's hand went to the hard-on in his shorts. He rubbed at his cock almost like he wasn't thinking about it. "I have a secret to tell you." I said as I fondled my own dick. "Okay." Dad said, "It's our secret." I gulped before saying, "It wasn't a girl from my school that I masturbated. It was Ryan's sister, Sara." Dad looked shocked, "You gotta be careful, son. I know masturbating is fun, but you don't want to get into trouble. What if Ryan caught you doing that? It could be more of a hassle than it's worth." I shrugged and said, "Ryan masturbated her too." Dad's eyes fixed on me and it looked like he was unsure about how to respond. He was still gently rubbing at his crotch but he wasn't saying anything. "Are you mad?" I asked. Finally Dad asked, "Did she like it?" I nodded my head, "Yeah, she kept wanting us to do it more." Dad was rubbing the bulge in his shorts at a steady pace now. He shifted in his seat, adjusting his position, perhaps for a better grip on his dick. "Did she wiggle around a lot?" Dad asked. "Yeah." I answered, "She was moving all over the place. When I was rubbing her harder, she started moving like crazy. She was humping my hand, like how I humped you this morning." "You can't tell anyone else about masturbating her. Okay?" Dad urged me. "And don't tell anyone that I know about it." "I won't." I promised. I reached over and placed my hand on Dad's thick hard-on that was pushing on his shorts. "Pull it out." Dad let me squeeze his hard-on a few times until he pushed my hand off. I watched him drink from his beer and then unbutton the fly on his shorts. He paused, took a deep breath and then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, ready to pull them down. Dad appeared nervous yet excited all at once. At last, Dad slowly tugged on his shorts exposing the patch of pubic hair and then the base of his cock until he got past the head of his cock. Dad's cock flopped back, slapping his belly button. "Wow." I whispered. "It's so big." Dad didn't pull his shorts and boxers any lower than the base of his cock. He took his dick in his hand and began jacking off. I pulled my shorts and briefs down all the way, letting them fall off completely. I kicked my shoes and socks off too so that I could be completely naked from the waist down. I sat next to my dad and began masturbating as well. "Tell me more about rubbing Sara." Dad's shaky voice urged me. "Her pussy was really hot and wet." I told him as I watched his right hand stroke his cock faster. "I took her panties off so I could rub her better." Dad let out a quiet whimper as he stared up at the ceiling and listened to me. His left hand reached into his shorts where I couldn't see. He began fondling his balls as he masturbated himself. "Did she have an orgasm?" Dad asked. "Yeah." I answered. "What did she do when she came? Did she try to pull away or did she squeeze her legs shut on your hand?" Dad asked. "I wasn't the one who made her cum." I said. "Who did?" Dad asked, looking at me and slowing his jacking. "Ryan made her cum." I told him. "What did she do when he made her cum?" Dad asked as he sped up on his cock again. "Did she grab onto his hand to make him keep going?" "No." I answered. "His dick was inside of her." Dad stopped jacking off and he looked at me again, "He was fucking his little sister?" "Yeah." I said. Dad grunted as he resumed jacking his dick. "She came when Ryan was fucking her?" "Yes." I replied, "She made noises like she was gonna cry or something and then her face got real red." "Oh fuck!" Dad groaned, "Keep going!" "She tried to get off of Ryan, but he was going really fast. It looked like Ryan liked it a lot, so he held her there until he came." "Shit! He came inside of her?" Dad moaned. "Yeah." I said. We were both jacking our cocks at high speed and suddenly Dad let out a loud grunt. He quickly pulled his hand off of his cock like it was too hot to touch. "What's wrong?" I asked, still stroking my dick. "I almost came." Dad said, breathing hard. He took a swig of his beer and tried to catch his breath. He kept both hands at his sides and tilted his head back, saying, "Oh man, if anyone ever knew that I was getting worked up from hearing about little Sara..." "No one will know." I said. "Keep going, Dad. I want to see what it looks like when you shoot cum." Dad shook his head in protest and then sipped on his beer. I scooted closer, facing Dad's cock, but he pushed his hand against my chest, not wanting me to get too close. "I want to see your balls." I told him. But I didn't wait for Dad to respond, I tugged at his shorts, trying to pull them further down. "Why do you want to see my nuts?" He asked. "I don't know." I answered with a shrug. Dad lifted his butt off of the couch, letting me pull his shorts all the way down to his ankles. I examined his huge egg sized nuts and I couldn't help myself, I had to touch them. Dad jumped when I gently cupped his hairy sack, but he didn't tell me to stop. "Your sperm is in here?" I asked as I carefully rolled his nuts in my fingers. "Yeah." Dad said. I could see that his breathing was getting a bit labored as my fingers stimulated him. He looked past me, at the wall and I wondered if my hand was enough stimulation to set him off. "This is the sperm that made me." I said aloud. "I want to see it." I moved my hands up, gently rubbing at the base of his towering hard-on. Dad gasped and he placed a hand on my forearm almost like he was going to stop me. I smiled at him and said, "I want to make you cum, like you used to do with Uncle Sam." Dad gasped again and his eyes met mine as my hands went further up his cock. I moved one hand back down to his balls to stimulate him there again. "Think about Sara." I told him, "What would you do to her?" "I would never do anything to her in real life, Son. It's all fantasy." Dad cautioned me. "I know." I said as my hand started stroking up and down his eight inches. "What would you do to her?" I felt Dad's legs stiffen and he spread his legs more, bucking his hips slightly. "I would pick up her soft naked body," Dad said between labored breaths, "and I would place her hairless pussy right on my face." Dad's dick was stiff as stone and his hips were thrusting into my strokes at a faster pace. He placed his hand on mine, positioning it so that my fingers were in just the right spot on his dick. He moved my hand faster just under the head of his dick. "I would holder her small hips as I licked her pussy." Dad continued. "And I would stick my whole tongue in her cunt. She would wiggle around like crazy because she's never felt so good." I could feel Dad's whole body become rigid and he lifted his butt off of the couch as I jacked him off. "I'm getting close again." Dad moaned. I tightened my grip on his shaft and rubbed faster, feeling him twitch and hearing him moan. "She would hop up and down, letting my tongue fucker." Dad said between breaths. "Her legs would clamp shut on my face and I would hold her soft little legs against my cheeks-" Dad's orgasm started and his body hopped upward quickly as his whole body tensed and shook. I moved my other hand to hold his cock which was stiff as metal and he clamped both of his hands over mine. He was keeping me from stroking him too fast as he groaned in his orgasm. I could feel his cock go from half-hard and the repeatedly become stiff as he shot white ropes of cum unto the hair on his chest. I loved the spasms of his large cock as he spewed the same sperm that created me. "Fuck!" Dad called out. I watched thick spurt after spurt shoot from his dick, making me wonder when it would stop. It finally did stop and Dad slowly moved my hands along his shaft, squeezing the last of his cum out. He was breathing loudly as he rested back against the couch. "Shit. That felt awesome." Dad sighed. He quickly pulled my hands off of his cock and told me to get a napkin to clean up. I came back from the kitchen with several napkins because it was a huge mess. I helped Dad get whatever we could out of his chest hair but he said that he would probably have to shower to get completely clean. I knelt on the couch next to Dad, with my little boner pointing right at him. It looked like Dad was finished and ready to quit with the sex stuff, but I was still horny. I grabbed Dad's hand and made his ward fingers play with my hard-on. "Why don't you just jack off and then we can go to bed?" Dad suggested. I wouldn't let his hand go. I continued stimulating myself with my Dad's fingers until finally he took hold of my boner on his own. He was stroking my dick and it felt great, but he wouldn't look at me. I fucked my dick into his fingers, leaning forward so that my face was close to his. "It feels so good, Dad." I whispered to him. Unfortunately, my Dad was less willing to do sexual things if he had already had his orgasm and it didn't matter how much alcohol was in him. Dad's fingers on my dick felt mechanical and completely unlike the stroking he gave me that morning. I grabbed his hand and kept him stroking as I moved to straddle him. When I sat on his lap, our cocks were almost touching. Dad tried to pull his hand away and to wiggle out from under me, but I fought him. "Please, Dad? I helped you to cum. You gotta help me now." I complained. Dad continued stroking my cock, but he wasn't enjoying it anymore. I didn't care how Dad felt because I was still turned on. I leaned forward and pulled Dad's hand off of my dick. My hard-on was touching his as I began to hump against him. "Maybe we shouldn't do this." Dad said. "It doesn't feel right." I responded by humping against Dad's cock faster. My breathing was muffled against Dad's chest hair and I could feel him lay back to let me do what I wanted. I was really getting on the feel of his warm cock against my skin as I thrust against him harder. "I want to watch you fuck Vicky." I moaned into Dad's chest hair. "I want to see what it looks like when you shoot cum into her." "I don't think that would be okay, Son." Dad said. I ignored Dad as I slammed my cock against him and told him things that turned me on. "I wish I could have sex with you and Mom." I said as my thrusts made loud slapping sounds. "I could suck on Mom's tits while you fuck her." I heard Dad gasp at what I said, but I thought I could also feel his cock stiffen a bit more. "We could both stick our tongues into Mom's pussy and feel her wiggle all over the place." I said through gritted teeth. "Mom could suck on my dick while she sits on your face. I would shove my dick into Mom's mouth so hard. It would feel so good!" I hugged Dad tight as my orgasm started and I felt his big hands embrace me as I shook. I breathed against Dad's skin as I shot tiny spurts of cum into his bush of pubic hair. I felt Dad's hands circling my back as my spasms made me whimper against him. As the intensity of my orgasm lessened, I could swear that it felt like Dad was completely hard again. "Do you think about your Mom like that a lot?" Dad asked. "Yeah," I said, as I lay limp on Dad's chest. "Is that okay?" Dad didn't give an answer, but after a bit he patted my naked bottom and told me to get ready for bed. I did what Dad said and we were both quiet for the rest of the evening. Dad didn't even come all of the way in to my room when he said good night. Even if he was a little freaked out, Dad always seemed to get over stuff better than Mom did. At least I got to hold Dad's cock while he shot his massive load. -End Chapter 5 AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I actually ended rewriting the whole thing. I also considered splitting the thing up into two parts, but I feel like my other chapters were too short for the length of time between chapters. I hope you enjoy this one. Thanks for all of the feedback, even if I can't respond to you all! Chapter six is coming soon! ***If you like the story and would like to send feedback, email me at marsh1002@yahoo.com (new email) I am trying to respond to everyone, but sometimes I can't get to you all. Just know that your feedback is appreciated!!***