Date: Tue, 01 Oct 2002 15:51:00 -0500
From: K Andrews <kastorywriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: Exploring My Father, Part 3

Exploring My Father, copyright 2002 kastorywriter
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Exploring My Father, Part 3

My father eventually climbed off me and stepped into the big walk-in closet
my parents had in their room. He stood in the door of the closet, getting
dressed, laughing with me about our wrestling match, and telling me one day
I'd pin him. I tried to imagine pinning my father and sitting astride him
like he'd just done with me. I pictured the big bulge in my briefs resting
on my father's furry stomach and his hard cock pressing against the back of
my balls as mine had done to him. Just the thought of it made my small cock
pulse, and I told him I had to pee and ran to the bathroom to squeeze my
throbbing boner.

Later that night I lay in bed while I listened to my parents downstairs.
Being only 6 years old, I went to bed much earlier than they did. While I
was staring at the lights from outside flickering on the ceiling above my
bed, I started thinking about that afternoon and what my father's nuts felt
like as they pressed against the back of my hand. I thought about my own
nutsac and how small it was compared to his: my entire sac was only about
half the size of one of his nuts. As I thought about that afternoon, I
thought about what he was wearing when he got home from playing tennis, and
I wondered if he'd tossed his sweaty jock strap in the laundry when he got
undressed to take his shower. I thought about what the jock might smell
like, and even taste like, as my hand wandered down over my stomach to my
small cock, which was already achingly hard. I squeezed the tiny head a few
times as I thought about that dirty jock of his, and I decided I had to give
it a sniff before I went to sleep.

I quietly got up out of bed and tiptoed to the door of my room. I listened
carefully to try to figure out what they were doing and if I had time to
make it into their room to grab his used jock. I could hear them talking
downstairs, so I figured I'd have at least a minute to run into their room.
I crept across the hall and through their room and into the walk-in closet
where they kept a hamper of dirty laundry. I opened the hamper and right on
top was his dirty jockstrap. I picked it up carefully and ran my fingers
over the rough lines of the fabric. The pouch was slightly stretched from
having to hold his cock and balls, and I slowly lifted the jock to my face.
And I was in heaven. I could smell his musky manhood in the fabric of the
jock: a scent of his sweat and his nutsac and his masculinity all mingled
together into a fragrance that sent me into orbit. I got instantly hard and
I breathed deep through his jock and took in his fabulous fragrance.

I must have gotten lost in time, because suddenly a light went on out in the
bedroom and I could hear my parents talking on the other side of the room. I
jumped behind the hamper and looked out into the bedroom, but all I could
see from that vantage point was the bed. I could hear my mother saying
something, and from the sound of her voice, she was standing hear the
bedroom door, probably at the dresser. I knew I'd been busted, and I was
going to be in so much trouble for being out of bed and being in their
closet. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I felt like I was going to
cry. I figured my mom would be in the closet in a minute, taking her clothes
off to get ready for bed. I was terrified but had nowhere to run. I just
waited for the right moment to let them know I was there.

But then a funny thing happened: they stopped talking and I could hear wet
smacking sounds coming from what was probably the foot of the bed. Then my
parents walked into view and I could see that the smacking sound was them
kissing. But they weren't kissing like I'd ever seen them before---they were
kissing each other harder than I'd ever seen, their lips pressed together
tightly, and their tongues pushing into each other's mouths. I couldn't
believe what I was seeing, a new way of kissing that was kinda gross. Then
my father reached down, unbuttoned my mother's jeans, and let them drop to
the floor. My mother did the same with my father's jeans, and when she
pushed them down to the floor, there was a huge tent in the front of my
father's briefs. It was sticking out what looked like 10 feet, although now
I know it was more like a good 7 inches. I couldn't believe my eyes! My
father got hard like I did! I just couldn't believe it! It looked positively
monstrous! My mother pushed down his briefs and his cock sprang up and stood
straight up in the air, pressing against his furry stomach. My mouth dropped
as I stared at his magnificent hardon. I didn't think his cock could get any
bigger, but there it was. The shaft was thick and round, with what looked
like a thick tube running up along the bottom. The flared head was even
bigger than usual, with the thick ridge even more prominent than when he was
soft. His balls hung low but not quite as low as normal, like they'd somehow
pulled up a little bit toward his body.

My father pulled off my mother's underwear and pulled off her shirt and bra.
He bent forward and put her nipples in his mouth, and she let her head roll
back as she held his head and ran her fingers through his hair. Then with
one hand she reached down and pulled and squeezed his hardon, and he started
to push his hips forward and press his cock into her stomach. They both laid
on the bed with their feet toward me, and my father put his hand between my
mother's legs. She spread her legs wide and he rubbed her and kissed her
nipples. I could see my mother had hair between her legs just like my dad
did, but she had a lot less. And as my father's hands moved between her legs
and up and down her thighs, I could see that she had a hole between her legs
that looked pink and shiny. I'd never seen her from this angle before, and
my eyes just about fell out of my head.

My mother had one hand on my father's cock and she kept rubbing it up and
down, which made my father make a low moaning noise as he sucked on her
nipples. He put his hand between her legs and started to move his fingers in
and around the hole. My mother seemed to like this because she spread her
legs wider and started to make the same moaning sounds that my father was
making.

I found myself with a raging hardon, so I reached inside my pajamas to give
it a hard squeeze and a pull. I started to do with my small cock what I saw
my mother doing to my father's hard dick, trying to match the motion and the
grip she was using on him. You could tell he really liked what she was
doing, and I could understand why: the motion of my hand on my small cock
gave me sensations I'd never felt before. The feeling was electric as it
moved through my small hardon and into my groin behind my balls. I felt like
I was getting harder and harder as I watched them on the bed and rubbed my
cock in time with my mother's hand on my dad's dick.

Then they turned on the bed so my mom's head was on her pillow, and my dad
kissed her lips once and then licked his way down her body. He crawled
between her legs and put his head right up in her crotch. I don't know what
he was doing, but I could tell my mother liked it a lot, because she started
to make a lot of noises and grabbed my dad's head and pushed him tighter in
between her legs. My dad was on his knees, and I could see his hard cock
right flat up against his stomach. He was so hard and so big, all I could do
was just stare at it and imagine how hard it must feel. I continued to rub
my cock up and down like my mom had done to my dad, and a minute later my
reverie was broken when my mom suddenly cried out and arched her back. She
froze stiff, and held my dad's head between her hands, pushing his head
against her crotch, making a rhythmic moaning sound.

After what seemed like forever, she relaxed and he crawled up between her
legs and lay on top of her, kissing her and pressing his hardon against her.
They rolled around on the bed, and came to rest with their feet facing me
again. Dad knelt between her legs and rubbed her hole some more with one of
his hands. With his other hand it looked like he was rubbing his cock, and
as I watched I tried to match my rubbing to his rubbing, knowing it must
have felt as good to him as it did to me. Then he leaned forward on top of
my mother, and with one smooth forward motion, pushed his hard cock into her
hole. I almost fell over. I could believe what I was seeing: my father was
stuffing his huge hard cock into the hole between my mother's legs. And they
both seemed to be enjoying it!

My father's hips and body moved like a rippling wave, his round hairy butt
rising and falling as he slid his huge cock into my mother. They both made
those same low moaning noises again and they seemed to be kissing each other
like they had earlier. Soon my father's nuts weren't bouncing anymore and
were really tight up against his body. I'd never seen them like that before,
like they had almost disappeared into his body. His hips started moving
faster and faster and his moaning got louder and louder. Suddenly his drove
his cock hard into her hole, arched his back, and made a loud growling
noise. He pressed himself deep into the hole as his whole body shuddered. My
mother held onto his back as he pulled his hips back and then pushed them
forward again. I didn't know what was happening, but I could tell they were
both enjoying it, especially my father. He continued to growl and spasm for
what seemed like forever, and when his body finally relaxed he collapsed
forward onto my mother. They kissed some more, and then my father rolled
over to the side and lay on his back next to her. He dick wasn't as hard
anymore, but it looked very wet and shiny from where I was. I looked between
my mother's legs and her hole was wet too, and the hair around the hole was
all matted down. She still had her legs spread wide, her feet flat on the
bed, and when I looked closely I could see something like white jelly
running out of her hole. I didn't know what it was, but I thought it might
have come out of my father, and I wondered if it came out of him when he was
making so much noise.


I stood there continuing to squeeze my cock as my father quickly stood up. I
let go of my dick pretty quickly and crouched behind the hamper and under
clothes that were hanging above me. He walked into the closet and stood in
front of me, reaching for something on the top shelf in the closet. His wet
cock was only a couple feet from my face, and it smelled different than it
usually did, and I wondered if I was smelling some of my mother's hole mixed
with his cock or if maybe it was the white jelly I was smelling. His nuts
were hanging low again like they normally did.

He left the closet without turning the light on and sat back down on the
bed. He put his hands between my mother's legs and smeared the white jelly
around her hole. Then he put his head between her legs and started licking,
and it looked like he was eating some of the white jelly. I wanted to be
sick, but at the same time I was so turned on that my boner throbbed between
my fingers as I held it and squeezed. My father then lay back on the bed and
my mother sat up, bent forward over him, and put his soft cock in her mouth.
My own mouth fell open. I was spellbound by what she was doing to him. She
looked like she was sucking on it like a Popsicle, moving her mouth up and
down it. He started to get hard again, and when he was fully stiff, she
climbed on top of his and put it inside her hole again. She bounced up and
down on his stiff member, rolling her hips from side to side, and mashing
her hole down on top of him. They both started making the low moaning sounds
again, and my father reached up and rubbed her nipples. He put her hands on
his furry pecs and leaned forward to he could suck on them and pull on them
with his teeth. I was rubbing my little hardon up and down, unconsciously
matching the rhythm my mom was using on my father. After a few minutes his
nuts started to draw up into his body again and he arched his back and let
out another loud moan. He held my mother's hips still as he shuddered and
grunted, twisting his head from side to side, his eyes shut tight and his
teeth grinding together. Right then, without any warning I felt a small
shudder roll through my body, from the tip of my cock, to the space behind
my nuts, and into my back and shoulders. I stopped rubbing my cock and held
it right behind the tiny head as I watched my father finish his spasms and
start to relax again.

My parents both rolled onto their sides, and within a few minutes turned out
the light and went to sleep. After a while I crept quietly from the closet
and tiptoed quickly back to my room. I pulled down my pajamas and looked at
my cock and wondered where that wonderful quivering feeling had come from.
I'd never felt anything like that before, and I wondered if it was the same
thing that happened to my father. But it certainly wasn't as strong as his
spasms were, and I didn't make any noise.

As I lay back in bed, I thought about the things I'd seen and the questions
I still had. What were they doing? What did it feel like to put your hard
dick in a hole like my mom's? Why did she even have a hole? And where did
that white jelly come from? And what was that glorious feeling that shivered
through my body while I was rubbing my cock? I knew I had to find out more
about all this, but I couldn't figure out how to go about it.

I ended up spending most of the rest of the night awake...

[I'd love to hear your feedback on the story or exchange emails about our
experiences. Feel free to email me at kastorywriter@hotmail.com]