Date: Tue, 30 Jan 2007 13:46:44 EST
From: CoverYourTeeth@aol.com
Subject: And dad makes four: part 3

Hi all, me again. I didn't think I'd update so quickly but I'm sick, and
what else is there to do while snuggled under the blankets with my laptop?

Thanks to the 2 (!!) people that emailed me. I am not above resorting to
begging people.  Well... I am above it, but...  Email me if you like the
story. You can just write Boo in the subject line, if you're afraid to talk
to me (I can't blame you). Growwwwwwwl.

If the story is too steamy, blame it on my feverish delirium.


Same warning: incest, role reversal, age play, age gap,
wetting/soiling... and.... a variety of other kinks. You've been warned!!

Story should not be posted anywhere else without my permission.



I'm usually the first to wake every morning. Matt typically has a very busy
and stressful day at the office, so I like to do my part and give him a
pleasurable wakeup call. I dove under the covers, sniffing the warm
sleeping body of my handsome lover, enjoying his strong male scent.  He was
lying on his back, breathing deeply as I nudged my nose into his pubic hair
sniffing along his soft cock, and behind his full balls. I buried my face
in his crotch, loving the feel of his genitals wiping against my face,
reminding me of my submissive role in the relationship. I took his large
spongy head in my warm mouth, rhythmically sucking as he hardened. I deep
throated his fat meat, while caressing his balls. Matt took a deep breath
in, as he woke to the hot moisture engulfing his prick. I licked and
slobbered over his tool as he ran his fingers through my hair, tugging on
my scalp.

Matt enjoys a leisurely blowjob as he's waking up, but once fully awake,
the beast awakens too and the drive to fuck takes over.  He pulled the
blankets away, peering down at me. "Come" he motioned, as he took my hand
and guided me up the length of his body. He positioned me over him so that
I straddled his cock. He fingered my hole, coating it with lube from the
nightstand, before entering me with his bloated prick. His hands rested on
my hips as I bounced up and down on his hot meat. He pulled me down flush
against his chest as he wiggled his hips and stoked my hole with his
dick. He then flipped us over, bending my knees, and spreading my legs out
wide. Our bodies were joined as one. Our eyes met and he leaned in to kiss
me before pounding my hole, rocking our bed with his animal lust. We
rocked, my cock rubbing against his belly. We came together, him growling
in my ear, panting and sweating.  He lay heavily in my arms, kissing my
chest and caressing my arms as he caught his breath.

"Good morning" he smiled down at me resting his head in his palm, propped
up on his elbow.  He leaned in for our first proper kiss of the day. I love
how he tastes first thing in the morning.

"Morning" I replied, breathless from the kiss. Dad and Robbie were fast
asleep, definitely not the early risers of the family.

Matt and I got out of bed and began our morning routine. We took turns
showering, I jumped into jeans and a tee then headed to the kitchen to
start the coffee as Matt dressed in another one of his killer designer suit
and tie. I handed Matt a travel mug with his favorite coffee blend, and
kissed him as he headed out the door.

I had recently started graduate school, and had a few hours before I needed
to go to class. I headed back to the bedroom where dad and Robbie were
still fast asleep. One of Matt's (many) rules is that everyone must be up
and out of bed by 8:30 on a weekday. My unfortunate task is to wake dad and
Robbie, a job not easily accomplished. After some difficult mornings, and
tears all around, I have learned a few tricks. I eased back the comforter,
and slipped into bed beside dad. I softly caressed his warm sleeping face,
playing with his hair. I ran my hand down his hairy chest then slipped my
hand into his pajama bottoms. He didn't have underwear on underneath. I
played with his hairy bush, running my fingers through the tangle of his
public hair. I cupped his soft dick, kneading it in my palm. He began to
moan in his sleep as I massaged his hardening prick, and fingered his
sweaty hole. At his age, his dick never reached complete hardness, but the
pleasure was all the same. He began to moan my name as his orgasm
approached, cumming in my fist. I kissed his neck and he leaned against me
heavily.  Moments later he was scrambling his way out from under the
covers, in desperate need of a bathroom. Pee began to escape down his
thigh, wetting his pajamas. I smiled as I heard him piss and fart, having
made it to the toilet seat.

Robbie rubbed his eyes, awakened by the rush to the bathroom. I cuddled his
sleepy body against me, lovingly kissing his soft face and neck. He
snuggled down into me and I felt his body tense. He had been taking
advantage of wearing a diaper, and having peed once during the night, he
now relieved himself completely into the confines of the warm cotton
folds. I slipped my hands under his pajama top, and petted his soft skin.
Once Robbie relaxed against me, I lifted him and laid him on a changing
blanket to clean up his mess. Dad was still in the bathroom and I listened
as he farted, pushing out a stinky log. I opened Robbie's well soiled
diaper, first cleaning his small cocklet with baby wipes. The stimulation
hardened his nubbin and he reached to play with himself.

"No" I scolded, not wanting his mess all over his fingers. He was unhappy
as I cleaned his soft bottom and small hairless balls, his throbbing little
pud not getting the attention it craved. Once he was clean, I fingered his
hole and rubbed his pricklet until he squirted his liquid cum. I stood him
up and asked him to pick the clothing he wanted to wear that day so I could
help him dress.  I walked into the bathroom to wash my hands as dad was
wiping himself. I saw the dark brown streaks on the toilet paper, and
reminder him to wipe well. He blushed when I scolded him for the skid marks
I saw in the laundry the day before.

I dressed Robbie then helped dad get breakfast ready for us. Robbie works a
few hours a day helping Matt at his law firm. He doesn't have any
responsibility there, but it keeps him busy and he feels important. He
helps deliver interoffice mail, file papers, all around office mascot, and
spoiled rotten by the women that work there. He typically goes to the
office from 10 to 2, unless the weather is bad, and then he stays home. I
drop him off in the morning, and one of dad's many assistants brings him
home in the afternoon. He usually takes a nap at 2:30.

With dad living with us, I have more free time to get my writing and class
work done, knowing that he is available to watch Robbie. Dad has been
helping out around the house since he moved in. He cleans and cooks for our
little family, enjoying that role. He doesn't have to worry about bringing
in the money, or any of the household expenses. He doesn't have a car so
errands that need to be done outside the house require Matt or me to
accompany him.

Robbie and dad have been spending a lot of time together. Dad remains
overprotective of him, bundling him up before he leaves to help out at the
office, and packing him a hearty lunch.

Robbie came home from work at 2:15, bouncing excitedly about the snow
flakes falling outside.  Dad tried to calm Robbie. Cuddling him on the
couch, he promised he could play in the snow after his nap, but it was
difficult to redirect the hyper boy. Dad remembered that nursing always
relaxed Robbie, something he hadn't done since his mother died. Dad opened
his shirt freeing his chubby tits. Robbie gazed hungrily at the large
nipples, and like a good boy latched on without more fuss. Robbie nursed
happily, sucking strongly for the first time on his father's breast. Dad
was not used to the stimulation and pleasure Robbie was giving his
nipples. His cock was throbbing excitedly in his underpants. He caressed
his son, wanting to feel every part of his soft body. He began to undress
his son, removing every item of clothing, leaving his small hairless and
naked body cuddled against his old chest. Dad licked his finger then
entered his son's tight pussy, as his son continued to nurse on his
nipple. Robbie humped his naked groin against the straining fabric of his
father's pants. Dad desperately unzipped his fly, freeing his throbbing
meat. He felt shame about the lust he felt for his son, but had difficulty
controlling himself, not having fucked anyone since his wife's death. Dad
stood up, stepping out of his pants and underwear, the shucking off his
shirt. He supported his suckling son against his chest, and he walked to
the bedroom. Dad placed Robbie on his back in the middle of the bed, taking
his nipple out of his mouth. Robbie whined in protest and dad comforted him
with a deep kiss.

"Daddy is going to make love to you, baby" he whispered into his son's
ear. "You want daddy to make you feel good?"

Robbie nodded eagerly, fiddling with his little nubbin between his legs. He
tried to latch on to his father's breast once again as his father leaned
over his body for the lube on the nightstand. Dad squirted lube into his
palm before spreading it on his fingers. He teased his son's virgin hole
with his wet fingers, thrusting in and out with his 2 thick digits. His son
moaned appreciatively. He lubed his chubby granddaddy cock and pressed it
into his son's tight pussy. Robbie gasped with the invasion. He was proud
to finally be treated like a man.  Dad fucked his son in and out panting
with pleasure. The tight warmth was like nothing he's ever enjoyed
before. He was unable to hold off his orgasm, and prematurely came after a
couple of thrusts. He laid heavily against Robbie, breathing heavily from
his exertion. Robbie continued pleasuring himself to orgasm, squirting on
his hairy father. Daddy rolled over, cuddling his son in his big hairy
arms.  Robbie contently suckled his father's tit, as then both drifted off
into their afternoon nap.

TBC? Let me know if you like it (spanking cumming up)