Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2012 23:19:47 +0000 From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com Subject: Island of sons 4 Thank you for your continued support. This is a tale of father/son incest. If this is not of interest please find another story. Though my own incest experiences were not traumatic sexuality between adult and child is not advocated. Fantasy is legal, the rest is not. I love to hear from my readers but due to the overwhelming response emails with photos get priority. I can be reached at: Calamity123@fido.blackberry.com My name is Rob. Island of Sons 4 Coreys diary entry Well we're getting ready for dads 65th birthday party. The room is feted with balloons and streamers and there's twelve pounds of shrimp marinating for the crowd that will soon arrive. There is no surprise. Dads planned most of it though I've managed to sneak in a few surprises for later. For dad. For us. I'm dressed and just waiting as I nurse a glass of wine. And all day as I helped pin up the decorations or blow up balloons my mind has been wandering. Mostly to the island we so long ago visited. I remember the hot sun and the scent of jasmine. I remember the breeze off the ocean and the song of birds; the dark colours of green leaves and bright pastel flowers. Vibrancy and calm. But mostly I remember dad. How strong and fit he was without the belly he has since acquired. The hair of his torso and the scent of him - musky and masculine. And my first memory is not the day we arrived or even our first times as lovers: dad and son embraced. No. What I remember first was the first time I licked his hiddenness. It was an afternoon. I think the afternoon of Mandys deflowering by his dad which would have made it the first Saturday we were there. Afternoon. Sun and breeze and birds chirping. And me and dad on our private walled patio. Dad basking on the chaise lounge on his back. Naked. Me listening to him snoring softly as I played with a GI Joe and his jeep... ...I move over to the lounger looking over his strong form until my eyes become fixated on his lazy log. I like the taste of him. And suddenly I feel bold enough to taste him again. My fingers slide along his shaft to the halfway point. Lifting the weighty cock I lower my body at the waist. Then my head further down still. Mouth opening. Meat waving as I engulf the knob. It is my first time being the aggressor. Taking what I want. Tasting my daddy. My daddy. Mine. The knob is smooth and plummy as my mouth sucks gently. I love poking at his piss slit with my tongue. Sliding tiny swipes back and forth. My mouth sucking, pulsing. My daddy. Sucking the cock that created me. Feeling the knob begin to flare up as the stalk lengthens and hardens. Sucking warmly. My mouth begins to fill with spit which I swallow often. Every swallow has a trace of daddy. His taste begins to fill the back of my throat. My daddy. Mmm. Tastes so good. I want to suck you forever, daddy. Your cock is my lifeline. My cock now. Secure in my mouth. Being sucked. Slurped. I take a little more but I'm still too young to do the kind of job you enjoy from me now. But I try. God, do I try. Sucking. Licking. Slurp, slurp. Is it the sound that has awakened you or is it my new-found talent? Your hand rests at the base of my skull. There. Not guiding. Not interfering. Just there. Strong. Secure. And as you sigh it is an agreement between us. Yes, you want this from your son. Yes, I'll do it forever. Your hand drifts from my head, down my back to rest on my butt. Sliding back and forth over one plump cheek. Fingers trailing the valley. Gliding over my hole. Why does that feel so good, daddy, why? But my mouth is gloriously full. Sucking. Knob juicing a new taste into my throat. Daddys hands lift my waist. Feet in the air. Body aligning over his. Knees bending as his mouth finds my hole. Tongue flickers back and forth. Why does it feel so good, daddy? A hand finds my forehead and pulls me back so I sit on daddys mouth. His tongue. Sliding like a great warm snake. Slithering around my asshole. And I watch as daddys legs raise into the air like a pole vaulter. His waist bending. His lower body defying gravity. The balls slide down in their loose hairy bag as the legs part. The cheeks part. A hairy valley. My hands slide over the furry globes as daddy sends a groan up my hole. I know what he wants. My head lowers. My lips feel the first tickle of ass hair. Lowering my face my lips kiss his dark purple hole. My tongue swipes its first moist taste as another groan invades my body. My tongue. My daddys hole. Licking. Hair and musk. My tongue bathes the asshole. Butterflies the ring. Licks. Pokes. Pushes. I like the taste, daddy. My daddy. My new taste treat. Licking. Daddy spreads his legs in the air. His balls are bouncing against my throat. I know he's rubbing his cock. Hard. Fast. Groaning. His tongue fucking me. My tongue fucking him. Then his body shudders. Legs bounce in the air. My tongue doesn't stop until he lowers his legs. The cream is mine. Just for me to lick up. Thank you, daddy. Thank you... ...And when all the gifts tonight have been doled out and I pull you aside, it is then I'll give you my gift. Two plane tickets. To the island. For daddy. And his grand-son.