Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2007 08:53:40 -0800 (PST) From: Robert Cambell Subject: At Home With My Son The following story is completly fictional and includes explicit father-son relations. If this upsets you please leave now. It was a hot day in july and me and my son were home alone watching TV. We were both sitting on the couch watching a TV Movie I dont think either of us knew the name and both of us were to lazy to get and find the remote or change the channel. Its amazing how alike father and son can be. My son was the spitting image of me when I was his age but he also had a lot of his mothers looks. God rest her soul, she died in childbirth and its been just me and him. I was 20 when he was born and now hes about to turn ten. I look at him like I have seemed to be doing a lot lately. Just staring at him trying to memorize his every feature. His golden brown hair was short and since he never brushed his hair it lay tussled there like it usually did. He had my blue-green eyes and his mothers smile, which showed all his teeth and created dimples on the side of his face. He was wearing a black t-shirt and blue jean shorts. "Dad, Im hot can you on the AC or something" "Sure son but I think its at full blast already" I got up and walked over to the themostat and checked that it was in fact on full. Weird, I thought to myself. I guess thats just one more thing to add to my evergrowing list of things to do. I spied the remote on my way back to the couch and picked it up. "so what do you wanna watch." "this is fine... or cartoons." he said as if suddenly remembering that cartoons exist. I laughed, and changed the channel to nickelodeon. The shows on that channel are so much different than what I was used to growing up they are so much more advanced and thought provoking....well at least most of them are, I thought as Spongebob filled the screen. I could spend the rest of my life just sitting here watching him and hearing him laugh and giggle to the show. Unexpectantly while staring at him I felt the all familiar stirring in my groin and was a little perturbed. Id never been turned on by my son before. What kind of father was I becoming? My little son moved again on the couch, still not quite finding the right position to sit in. "Dad, its too hot I just cant get comfortable sitting on this couch." I smiled at him like my father used to do and motioned him to come sit beside me. Instead of sitting beside me, he thought it would be a better idea to sit on my lap. I could feel the butterflies fill my stomach as the overwhelming feeling of parenthood made me gush with happiness. Then I remembered I was still hard and that the pressure my son was putting on my hardon was not helping, especially with him still wriggling around. "Your going to have to be still son if your going to sit on my lap." "Im trying Dad but there was something poking me." I almost died of embarrassment I was not used to being hard and excited around my son and I dont think hes ever caught me with a boner before. "Hey Dad, since its just you and me, do you mind if I take some of my clothes off?" I blushed and was flustered with what to say, but luckily my son was looking towards the cartoons and not at me. "Sure son you can wear what ever you like when its just you and me" The hidden meaning behind those words was in a roundabout way permission for my son to go naked when he pleases around me. It made me feel dirty after I said it and thought about it. I dont think he noticed though he just hopped up off of my lap and threw off his shirt in a hurry. then, with all the nimbleness that a nine year old possesses he unbottoned, unzipped and threw off his shorts quicker than I think Ive seen anyone do. Now he was sitting in front of me with just his white briefs. It was only recently that he start wearing white briefs. Since he was little he had always worn the cartoon underwear and it was only recently that I realized that he was still wearing them. So the next time we went shopping we stopped by the underwear aisle and picked out some more grown up clothes. "Do you feel more comfortable now." I sure do, I think its a lot cooler to not wear clothes." At these words a thousand thoughts ran through my mind. Was I raising a nudist? Did he go naked at times I didnt realize? Did he have friends he had gotten naked with? The latter thought caused me to regain my full erection again, and I was stuck with trying to rearrange it so my son wouldnt notice. "What about you, Dad? Arent you hot too?" "Yes I am son, but I think Ill be fine." "Well if your going to wear your clothes I should put mine back on again. I feel uncomfortable being the only one without them." At first I didnt know how to answer that. My first thought was 'great, he'll put his clothes back on and maybe then my boner will go away' my second thought was 'I wonder just how far I can take this.' "Okay, fine, Ill take my clothes off." Without getting up off the couch I pulled off my shirt and pulled down my shorts leaving me with just my black boxer-briefs. I looked up at my son to see him staring at my crotch when I looked down I noticed I was creating a bulge that was quite unseemly and highly noticeable. I reached down and nonchalantly rearranged my enlarged member. "We should do this all the time. Would it be okay if we did this all the time. I think it would really cool, right Dad?" "Slow down son, your talking too fast again. Like I said before if it is just me and you, then you can wear whatever you want." "But what about you if your going to be wearing clothes then so am I, I dont want to be the only one who walks around half naked." "Son I havent walked around dressed this way in ages. I guess if it will make you happy I guess we could do this during the summer when its really hot like it is today." "Cool, I have another question daddy. Do we have to wear our underwear?" "you can wear what ever you want son. I will be wearing at least my boxerbriefs at all times though." "Okay fine but what about just for tonight can me and you both be naked just for tonight." What exactly was my son up too. I could not think of any reason why we couldnt do it for just this night. Plus my cock was aching for some release from its cotton prison. "For tonight only." "YES!" I jumped a little startled by his reaction as he pulled off his briefs and threw them across the room." "If we are going to do this there are going to have to be some rules. The first of which is that you are going to have to stop throwing your clothes everywhere. Take them all off at the same time and leave them in your room. Now go collect the ones you just took off and take them upstairs." without a reply he walked off in the direction of his shorts and picked them up. I walked toward his briefs collected them from off the ground, checked the tag, and tossed them to him. "Those seemed a little tight when I saw you wearing them earlier remind me and we when go to the store the next time that we have to get you some new ones." "No there alright Dad. I like them tight. But can we still go to the and get new ones? except this time I want to get some with cartoons on them again." "Cartoons, arent you a little old for cartoon underwear" He blushed a little and kinda tilted his head down. "I guess, but they look so much cooler. So can I?" "Fine, just be sure to remind me." He let out a squeal and ran towards me. He embraced me with a hug and reminded me that I was the best Dad ever. It wasnt until he kissed my stomach that I remembered that I was still naked. I let go of him and sat back on the couch. He came up layed down right beside me resting his head on my leg. I looked down at his beautiful uncovered body and was so happy to be a father of such an amazing son. And as he started to get back into his cartoons I started thinking about what I might be able to get away with now that we are both going to be so scantilly dressed all the time. As the thoughts crept into my mind I started to run my fingers through his hair and at that moment I knew my life was perfect.