I awoke around two o'clock that morning and felt something hard against my butt. At some point we had moved around and Jas was spooned up to me and his hard cock was pressed against my ass. I smiled, he was as randy as the other boys. Why hadn't I noticed it before? How could you live with someone and see them every day and not notice something like that?
I didn't budge. Truth was I liked him snuggled against me that way. His hand was draped over me and dangling dangerously close to my own cock which I suddenly realized was hard as well. I knew I should probably be incensed to think that my 12 year old son was pressing his cock against my ass and causing me to get hard, but I wasn't. It was sort of a comfy and homey feeling. I used to call it that married feeling. When you are comfortable enough with someone to sleep with them and touch all night long and not feel like your territory was being invaded. Was that what Jas and I had become, a married couple? I laughed at the absurdity of that and closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But the more I tried the more I was aware of my boy's hard cock pressing into my ass. I was proud of him at that moment for a whole new reason. From the feel of that thing he must be 5" already. Jus think how big he would be when he got his full growth. It was fat too, that I knew from seeing him naked most of his life, but lately he had become more body conscious and had been more reserved about being seen naked. That seemed strange in the face of what had happened earlier, but life is full of incongruent events.
I stretched and pushed back against him and he moaned and I almost came unglued. Was he awake and moaning or moaning in his sleep? I listened for his breathing and it seemed regular as if he were asleep and I relaxed a little. I couldn't have my son humping my ass, now could I?
I stretched my senses out until I could feel every inch of his cock against my ass as well as his arm thrown over my hip. Suddenly he moved a bit and his cock was pushed harder against me and his hand was touching my hard cock. I was leaking profusely and his hand was making matters worse. If he didn't stop touching it soon I was going to blow.
I closed my eyes and waited trying to will my cock to go down, but you know what that's like....a waste of time. Suddenly I was aware of movement. Was he humping against me now? Yes, he was and from the feel of it he was getting serious. He was rabbit humping me before too long and I was desperate to get away, or was I? So far I hadn't budged an inch, in fact I had pressed back against him. What the hell was I thinking? He's come soon and with his own father as the object of his sexual release. Wasn't that the taboo I was determined to avoid?
I swallowed hard. He was not only humping my ass but now his hand was gently rubbing the end of my cock through my underwear. No way was this boy asleep now.
"Jas, honey...please don't do this?" I pleaded weakly.
"Dad, I love you so much," he said sounding far away and lost.
"I love you too baby," I said not resisting any further. As far as I was concerned he was asleep and it never happened.
Suddenly he grunted and even through two layers of cloth I felt the wetness as his boy spunk exploded against my ass. It was hot and wet and from the feel of the wetness quite substantial. He rubbed against me for a good two minutes more then fell back asleep as if it had never happened. As far as I was concerned, it never had.
I was tempted to finish my own hard leaking cock off but suddenly I was bone tired and before I knew it I was dead to the world. I awoke next at 3:30 according to the clock, but things had changed since I was last awake.
I was pressed against Jas's ass but something felt different. I had an arm thrown over him as usual when one spoons and quickly feeling around I discovered he was naked now. I wondered when that had happened and decided he must've shucked his sperm soaked undies when they became uncomfortable. As I came up further from sleep I was horrified to discover that my cock was sticking out of the fly of my underwear and resting between my son's butt cheeks. My cock had been leaking profusely and his buns were slick with my goo.
My first instinct was to pull away and roll over onto my other side, but it felt so good laying there with my slick cock rubbing against those soft smooth buns belonging to the boy I had given life to that I couldn't move. That is I couldn't move away. I was moving though as I thrust froward sliding my slick cock up and down that smooth crack. I was in Heaven and even though I knew later I would hate my self, I was powerless to resist my son's smooth ass.
Suddenly I was aware of movement and I was terrified he would wake up and see what a hypocrite I was. I froze but it was too late. Then things began to move in slow motion. I was aware of movement and suddenly a hand was on my hard slick cock guiding it between those smooth soft mounds of flesh that I had been rubbing against minutes earlier.
I could have resisted, I could have pulled away, but all my doubts and fear and disgust with incest suddenly melted away as my son took my cock in his hand and pressed it against his hot virgin boy hole. I was on fire with desire, yet horrified at the prospect of hurting the one person I loved most in the world. But if my son had any doubts they were easily overcome as he opened up and took me inside his most private place.
I shivered, but not from cold. He was like a furnace inside and as I sank further into his bowels I felt as if we had become one person. He was making little mewling sounds and moaning softly as I slipped inch by inch into his depths and when I at last bottomed out he sighed in satisfaction. I rested a moment, unsure what to do. Not knowing if I could go through with it even though I had allowed it to go this far, I waited for what seemed like an eternity.
Little boys are not so patient though and when I didn't move after a while he began to move against me. His ass muscles contracted around my cock causing me to groan like a man being beaten but still I didn't protest. Maybe I was dreaming all this, I reasoned. But no dream ever felt his good, this hot, this absolutely fucking wonderful and I knew I was only lying to myself.
I couldn't expect my baby boy to do all the work so eventually I took over and began to fuck him in earnest. It was both liberating and humbling to know that this fruit of my loins was bringing me such pleasure. Moaning I rolled us both over without pulling out of him so that I could mount him laying flat on the bed. He pushed his beautiful little butt up, the one I had admired only a few hours ago, and I pushed a pillow beneath it.
I looked down and saw the most amazing and erotic sight I had ever seen: my hard cock buried in my son's ass. As I pulled out he moaned a little and tried to push back to recapture it but I held him firmly and took control. I fucked him slowly and gently. After all he was my son and to hurt him would have killed me. But it was apparent after a little while that he needed more.
Daring to ramp it up a notch, I began to move a little faster as I withdrew almost all the way then shoved it back in quickly. His lust filled moans said it all and when I reached under him to play with his cock it was dripping and so hard it felt like it would burst.
Oh, how I loved the feel of my boy beneath me and suddenly I wondered, why I had resisted this for so long? I have had sex many times, but nothing ever compared to that first night with my son beneath me as I fucked him with all my heart and soul and body. We became one that night, two individuals in perfect tune from that day forth and I learned that not everything we fear will kill us, sometimes it makes us stronger.
"Daddy," my baby said to me after a while, "do me on my back."
I knew what he meant, but it took me a minute to get us positioned and back inside him but when I did I realized the advantages this new position had. First of all, I was deeper than before, and second, I could see my baby boy's face and see the bliss on his face. I couldn't resist those soft full lips and as I bent down to kiss him his wicked little pink tongue invaded my mouth and it was as if I had been electrocuted. We kissed passionately almost the whole time as I pounded his little ass unmercifully while he grunted his approval.
"Oh, daddy," he said pulling back a minute, "It feels so good. Never stop daddy...I love you so much."
"I love you too baby boy, more than life itself, thank you so much for showing me how good it can be."
He cried out then and suddenly my stomach was wet with his boy spunk. Rubbing against his little joy button I had produced an orgasm of epic proportion in my son and I was amazed at the intensity of it. I pounded faster and harder then and just before I blew my own load he cried out and oozed a little more cum as he orgasmed again. I blew jet after jet of my hot spunk up my son's ass as he convulsed on the bed from both his orgasm and mine and when I was at last spent I just held him there, kissing him deeply as I came down from my orgasmic high.
Sighing I pulled out slowly and kissed his little bottom and smelled my own jizz there. It was so fucking erotic to know I had planted my seed in my own flesh and blood and suddenly I understood the lure of incest. It didn't make it right and I still had my reservations, but I could definitely understand why it was so prevalent.
I I moved up and kissed his lips again and whispered in his ear, "Thank you baby."
"Thank you daddy. I loved it. Did you like it daddy?"
"Baby I loved it. It may not be right, but it's the best baby. I can't deny that now."
He smiled, "I knew you would like it daddy. I had to trick you though. You're not mad at me are you daddy?"
I hugged him against me and kissed him deeply, "No baby, I am not mad. I am grateful that you showed me how good it is, but are you sure this is what you want?"
"Oh, daddy I have wanted it so long. All those nights we slept together I wanted it so bad, but you were sad about mom and I didn't want to make you sadder or make you mad."
"It's okay, baby. We have it now and that's all that's important." I sighed, "Can you come again, baby boy?"
"Yeah, a bunch, will you make me come daddy?"
I smiled and moved down to lick and suckle his hard little nipples, "Yea baby, I want to make you happy. I want to taste you, I want to make you mine."
He giggled, "You already did that daddy. You put your sperm in me."
Again I wondered where these boys were getting all this sex information, but I guessed that in the age of the internet and in a world where you could Google anything you didn't understand, there were no real secrets.
I began slowly, cleaning up his cock and balls with my tongue as he moaned and squirmed beneath me. His hands were on my head, his fingers entwined in my hair and he was shaking with excitement. I was like a crazy man as I continued to lick and suck and kiss his sweet body and finally I raised his legs up and began to suck and lick his ass tasting my own spunk there and that drove me into a frenzy. I sucked all I could get out of his sweet ass and wondered why he was so clean back there. Did he clean himself out, or was he just a super clean boy? We had taught him proper hygiene, but this type of sex required extraordinary precautions. There had been no shit smell and no brown mixed with my sperm so I had to assume he had done something to clean himself out. Crazy thing to be thinking about while eating you son's ass, isn't it?
I finally had his ass cleaned up and I moved up and kissed him before I finished his cock off. He was a very good kisser, maybe the best I'd ever been with, and again I wondered where does a 12 year old learn these things. Kissing is an acquired skill and requires hours of practice. Had he practiced with his other buds? That really got me going and I couldn't wait a moment a moment longer for his hard fat cock.
I buried his cock in my hungry mouth in one move and he came up off the bed as if he had been electrocuted.
"Uhhhh," he grunted as his hands tugged at my hair, "Oh, daddy...soooo good...never stop."
I always liked dirty talk during sex, but nothing compares to dirty talk coming from a 12 year old and the fact that he was my son drove me absolutely crazy with lust. I deep throated his cock and made swallowing movements with my throat while he moaned out his approval. I knew he wouldn't last long if I kept that up, so came up off his cock and began to lick the length of it from base to head.
My boy had a few wispy hairs at the base of his cock, but otherwise he was as smooth down there as he had been at birth. I had not underestimated his cock size. He was every bit of 5" and at least 3.5 inches around. He had that type of cock that is sharp at the end and gets bigger as it goes down. We used to call them pussy openers when I was a teen, but I guess now I had to think in a new way. I guess it was an ass opener and suddenly my own ass twitched with need.
How can this be? I wondered. Except on a dare once when I was 14, I had never had a dick up my ass, and that one was small and hadn't gone in very far. The "fuck" had lasted for three strokes and then he shot is little load. So why was I suddenly thinking about having my son's fat cock up my ass? Was it because I now knew how good it felt to put one up there myself? I had thought about letting Andy fuck me after that first night, but he always seemed more interested in fucking my throat and then getting it up the butt so I left it that way. Now, I wanted to be fucked almost to the point of distraction.
Jas must've sensed my preoccupation because he raised up and looked at me and said, "What's wrong dad?"
"Nothing baby boy," I lied, "just lay back down, daddy is going to make you come hard."
He sighed, "Okay, but if there is something you want me to do, just tell me," he said as if he were reading my mind.
I hesitated for only a second then I said, "Baby boy do you like to fuck too, or just get fucked?"
He raised up and smiled at me again, "Oh, daddy I like it all. I like getting fucked and like fucking. Why?"
"Wait here," I said sliding off the end of the bed, "I will be right back. Don't touch this till I get back," I said grabbing his dick and squeezing it gently.
He nodded, "Okay, daddy. I will, but hurry."
I didn't have an enema bag, but I had a double pack of Fleet enemas and I cleaned myself out as well as I could with those then refilled the bottles with water and flushed my guts till the water came out clean. I washed with soap, rinsed off, and then dried my bottom and hurried back to the bedroom.
Jas was sitting up rubbing his tummy when I returned and I thought to myself I have never seen anything as beautiful as this boy, my son and I felt near tears. He looked at me with so much love and trust in his eyes that I knew I had to do whatever I could to make him the happiest boy in the world. I hoped my ass would be a good down payment on that promise.
I didn't know what to say or how to start so I just fell down on the bed beside my son and pulled him into me. We made out like teenagers for a while and both of us were dripping wet and hard as a rock by the time we finally broke it off. I was energized and horny and bold as fuck then so I just came right out and said it, "Jas, honey I want you inside me."
I could see the excitement in his face and he was trembling as I held him, "Oh yes, daddy. I want you so bad."
I wasn't sure what position to use, but fortunately Jas already knew what he wanted. On our sides with Jas spooned up to me we replayed that scene from earlier that morning, only this time we were both naked and there was to be no coming in our underwear. I felt a white hot pain sear through my ass then as Jas sank all the way in and as the base entered my aching hole he stretched me even wider.
The pain lasted only a few seconds and was immediately replaced by the most amazing feeling I have ever had. I knew all about prostates and had heard how sensitive they were, and I had witnessed Jas come not once but twice from my fucking him, but nothing prepared me for the intensity of that fuck as Jas rubbed against that secret spot. I was moaning and thrashing and my own cock was leaking so much the bed was wet. I was tempted to jerk off as my boy fucked me, but decided to wait and see if I could come just from being fucked.
Jas was like a little bunny as he fucked me faster and faster making the bed bounce against the wall. I was being pushed further toward the edge of the bed with each thrust and if he didn't come soon, I'd be tumbling into the floor. He had hold of my hip with his right hand and the other was on the back of my neck to give him leverage. He was a fucking machine and I had never been so proud of my boy before.
I knew he was getting close when he started making little uh sounds and his hands tightened on me in a death grip. Orgasm means little death in French and I guess that was what was happening to Jas as he approached his orgasm. My own impending orgasm seemed to be building faster now and I hoped I'd finish before Jas did. He was amped up now, moving so fast he was just a blur and each thrust forward drove the breath out of me. He was a rough lover and I loved it. It was the sexiest fuck I had ever been a part of and I never wanted it to end, but I knew Jas couldn't last much longer at this rate.
His cock felt three times longer and twice as fat now that it was up my virgin ass, but I didn't care. In fact I loved every inch of it up there. It felt so good sliding in and out of me and suddenly my cock spasmed and out came a thick long rope of my spunk. It was followed by another and apparently the sight of my orgasm was all Jas needed to begin to nut.
His cock swelled and then began to fill my ass with his hot boy spunk. The say you can't really feel it when a guy comes inside you, but I did. It was hot and with each spurt there was a tingling in my guts. He spasmed maybe four times before he quit moving and just lay there still hard and still inside me. My heart was beating so fast I was glad I had just had a physical and that I knew I was in good shape. My cock was still oozing a little and there was a puddle beneath it where I had dribbled after the initial blast and somewhere out there was the rest of my baby batter, maybe on the carpet beside the bed.
"Oh Daddy," Jas said sounding far away and very tired, "That was soooo good. I love you so much daddy." His voice was choked with emotion and I got misty eyed just hearing him say those words.
"I love you too son and I love how you feel inside me. I know you just came, but you're still hard. Can you come again baby?"
He giggled, "I can come lots daddy. Let me rest a minute then let's do it the good way."
I was smiling as I felt his cock throb inside me and I couldn't wait to do it again. The good way was of course face to face. That way we were able to kiss and see each other's face and damn if it wasn't three times hotter than the first time. We kissed practically the whole time and I came again just before Jas unloaded in my sloppy ass once more. He fell down on top of me exhausted and I took him into my arms and gently laid him beside me. He was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, but not before he whispered, "I love you Daddy. Thanks."
I kissed his sweet face and whispered my own love and when I was sure he was asleep I went in to clean up. I sat on the pot and voided out Jas's double load of cum and washed up as best I could. It was early morning now, the sun would soon rise and the other boys would be stirring and looking for breakfast. I almost decided to stay up, but the lure of my boy laying in my bed was too much to resist. As I crawled into bed beside him I was surprised to feel tears run down my face. I loved him so much it hurt and I had just had the most amazing sex of my life with him. How could it be wrong when it felt so right? I was still a little confused but I knew there was no going back now. What had happened tonight had changed the nature of our relationship forever and nothing would ever be the same. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it was monumental in the fact that I had fought it so hard and failed in the face of it simply because it felt so right. I wasn't as strong as I had thought, but my weakness didn't seem to cause my son to think any less of me. On the contrary it seemed to have cemented our relationship together even tighter.
I laid down beside him and he automatically gravitated toward me and soon we were snuggled up. I kissed the end of his cute nose and he smiled in his sleep. He was so beautiful at that moment that it almost hurt to look at him. My heart ached for him and I pulled him closer feeling his warmth and softness and inhaling his sweet unique scent I smiled. I had the world in my arms and nothing else mattered. I was in love all over again with my son and where there should have been guilt and shame there was only wonder and joy. I had failed and yet I had succeeded. I had lost and yet I had won, and I was a better man for it. No longer did I have to fear my feeling for my son. Feelings I had suppressed so long, feelings that I hadn't even been aware of, but now they were there and I rejoiced in them. I loved him in a whole new way and the most wonderful part was: he felt the same. I smiled and kissed him once more before drifting off to sleep.
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Kewl Dad
7-20-14