Date: Sun, 6 May 2012 20:47:36 +0000 From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com Subject: Island of sons 6 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 6 It was delicious. Hours to go before we left the island. I had fallen asleep. The bags were packed. Goodbyes had been said. A good breakfast and a nice relacing nap with our bodies soothed by the tropical breeze. Delicious. Even more so to be aroused from sleep with my son Corey sucking gently on my knob. As I look down. His eyes closed. Enraptured. Daddies cockhead suckled in his warm wet mouth. Young hands holding my shaft at the base. Tongue swirling. He has learned so much since we arrived. How to appreciate daddy. How to make a man happy. How to love. Slowly he sucks. Gently. Reverently. And as my hand soothes his hair his eyes, big and round, look up at me. His mouth full of cock hints at a smile. Both hands soothe his head, his hair, as my hands encourage his suckling mouth lower, taking more. Ever more. My eyes mist as I watch my son take my cock. Sucking. Lifting his lips over the silky knob. Tongue flicking. Smiling. "Morning, daddy". "Hey, sport". Sucking my knob. A tongue lapping at the cleft. "We have to leave soon?" I suck in my breath. "Soon". My knob disappears again into his warmth. "You gonna show me?" He asks after my knob pops free. "Yeah", I smile. "I'll show you". I lift my son turning his body so his smoothness rests on the fur rug of my torso. My paws spread his white mounds as I inhale Coreys valley. Fingers dance along the crack and as my cock is once more engulfed my tongue laps tenderly at his hole. The tip dances at the moist opening feeling the tight seal. Clamped firmly shut it is his daddys tongue that holds the key. Wiggling insistantly as my mouth holds the surrounding flesh my tongue prods and pushes. Hands knead the bubble cheeks as my key unlocks the door. Opening. His sighs as he sucks. My tongue intruding. Invading. The hole open. Throbbing. Pulsing. Begging. My nostrils filled with the scent of boy. Of male. Of my son. Wiggling further in my tongue slides against his walls. My hands pulling his ass back onto my face. And as he sits erect upon me my tongue slides its length into my boy. Wiggling. Exploring. Fucking. "Oh, daddy!" Corey sighs as my hands slide up his flanks to find his chest. He grunts bearing down as my fingers pull his nipples. Sweet torture. "Daddy", he almost sobs. My tongue slides out as I kiss his sweet asshole. I lift him up. Off my face. Sliding him to the bed on his stomach as I move over him. A pillow under his hips. His ass is served up like a buffet. Thighs are spread. His asshole winks conspiratorially at me. Vaseline is opened and scooped up on two fingers. The hole is slathered. Teased. Soothed. Then the same two fingers fill the emptiness left by my tongue. A slow finger fuck as my free hand pushes down on the center of his smooth back. That same hand moves up massaging his shoulder as I finger fuck him. Two fingers. Tight hole. So very tight. In and out. Rythmically. Steady. In. Out. In. Out. To the knuckle. In. Out. The entire length. In. Out. In. Holding there. Twisting the fingers. Massaging his prostate. Fucking. "Daddy, daddy, please" my son begs. "What is it, baby?" I say huskily. "What do you need? What do you want, son?" "Daddy. You, daddy. Need. You". He writhes. His hips grinding the pillow. I know. He's ready. Fingers pull out in an agonizing slow motion. Teasing that begging cunt. Once undone the hole pulses like a fish waiting for food. Hungry. Needing. Begging. The withdrawn fingers rub over my knob before I give my hard-on a few good fists. But not to tight. That's waiting in front of me. All that delicious tightness. "Daddy". He begs sighing. "Please". My knob is positioned. But I have to hold his rump still as he tries to bear back. "Steady, son", I say as my knob rests against the hole. A slight push forward and he's gripped my knob. Holding it firmly. Such warmth! My hands slide up his hips as I move over him. Resting at his flanks I hold his ribs as I enter slowly. Deliberately. Steadily. Onward. Continuously. Corey whimpers. My chest rests up by his shoulders as my hips press their weight against his butt. Complete. All of me inside. We're joined. One. Father and son. Hybrid. Together. My hands move up underneath grasping his shoulders. I ease out slightly then back in. Again. But still only slightly. Again. Corey turns his head as our lips meet. Tongues invade as the fuck deepens. Further out means further in. Thrusting. Fucking. Further back. Deeper in. My balls mashing against his. Fucking. Needing. Thrusting. Pulling back I slowly straighten up. My cock buried deep. I turn him over. Holding his thighs against my hip I begin to ease backward. Coreys arms grabbing my arms then up to my neck. Holding as I fall onto my back. My son astride. His daddys cock the center of the seat holdin him in place. I study the look of sheer bliss on his face. Eyes closed. Lips parted. Tongue dancing on his lower lip. And is begin to thrust upward. Impaling my son. Fucking. He picks up the rythm. He moves. Gyrates. Bounces. My fingers fondling and pulling at his smooth sex as we fuck. Clever boy that he is he reaches back grabbing hold of my hairy nuts. Hard. Twisting. That does it. "Oh, fuck, son. Fuck yeah. Christ". I moan. My toes wiggle. My knees move. My hips fuck faster. My cock pulses. Throbs. From deep within me it comes. Upwards. Firing. My pulsing volcanic cock. Cum. Cum. Up. Inside. Filling. Spilling. My cum. Now his. Ours. Fucking till there's nothing but a dry heave. Full. Empty. My son seeded. We stood on the boat watching the island retreat from view. Hand in hand. Ben and Corey. Father and son. Joined as one. Lovers. The sea air, the warm sun and the rocking of the boat conspired to give us that which would remain a lifelong memory. Where we entered as two and were forever made one.