Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2012 18:30:51 +0000 From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com Subject: Jackin Daddy This is a story of father/son incest. If you don't like this type of story - boy, are you in the wrong place! Please remember that nifty needs your donations to keep this site active. My name is Rob and, though my own incest experiences were not traumatic, this fantasy in no way endorses actual abuse. I can be reached at: Calamity123@fido.blackberry.com Jackin Daddy I love summer. Not just the weather or the sun or the sheer beauty of brightness dancing on lush foliage. But the nearness of my son. No school to delay us. No after school sports to interfere with our moments. He was at home. All summer long. Laying on his bed each work day at noon. Knowing we would be alone. Knowing there would be no interruptions. Just him. Just me. Us. Together. As I counted down the hours then the minutes watching the snail hands of the clock inch towards noon. My mind would stop concentrating on actuarial figures and overdue mortgage payments and the compound interest of some over stocked account. I would see him in my minds eye laying on his bed in his clean white jockeys. Legs splayed. Crotch ready. Arms open. And that smile. Beckoning me home. Tick. Tick. I wanted to push time forward as the bulge threatened to expose my hungry lust. My son. My need. And all the while knowing he was there. Waiting. Waiting. At noon I would muster my stuffy presidential image out the door, into my car, and drive home for the tastiest lunch possible. Inside the door was locked and my steps would quicken with each stair until I stood outside his door. My hand pausing on the door. Heart pounding. Body hungry. Forehead beading. Lust. Knock-knock. The open door reveals my feast. Blonde hair, blue eyed, lithe form, hands framing his crotch, lips smiling. I reach the end of his bed lifting his ankles as I press his feet to my lips, kissing one then the other. "How is your day, dear?" He mocks the sing-song voice of his mother. "Miss me?" "Oh, yeah", I say as I crawl up beside him, all the while my hand sliding up his inner leg. Up the calf. Passed the knee. Up the thigh. Over the pouch. And as I settle somewhat over him my fingers slide under the waist band to cup the warm soft pliant flesh of boy cock and balls. Arms enfold my neck bringing our lips together in a hard hungry kiss. Tongue welcoming tongue. The feast has begun. As lips part I fall onto my back pulling him beside me; one arm about his soft shoulders, the other now resting on my vest. Even in summer the image remains. "I need you, daddy. Please". There is no wining: just the need of daddy by his son. My fingers took hold of the clip as I slowly lowered the fly of my suit pants. "Here, daddys got something that'll make you feel better". Donny smiled as he watched his hand slide into the opening. The fingers fumbled over my boxers until they too found the opening. Gently fingers combed through my thick bush until they found the base of my meat. Sliding down to about the middle he took hold as he worked his hand backwards pulling my cock out. "Thank you, daddy", he smiled. I lifted his chin kissing my son lightly on the lips. "Anytime, sport". With expertise he squeezed my rod until it stretched up proud and hard. Slowly he took hold of the foreskin and as he pulled down, my fat knob was revealed. The fist felt so good as it slowly moved up then down my engorged cock. "I love this, daddy. You're so big!" I sighed hugging him close as his fist worked its magic. My eyes closed with my lips pressed against his forehead. His fist was my sleeve: fucking my cock. Up and down. Fist squeezing. Down and up. Foreskin sucking knob back in. Up and down. Knob popping free amid a swirl of cool air. Down and up. Fisted by an expert. Jerked-off by my son. "Feel good, daddy?" "Oh, yeah, sport. You always know what daddy needs". My lips found his and we luxuriated in a deep wet kiss. Tongues rolling, sharp snorts, lips sliding over lips. My arm held him close to me as he masturbated my throbbing cock. He seemed to know just when to ease up on quick motion allowing the rush that was mounting to subside. His hands would slow to a stop as his fingers squeezed firm then lightly on my fat heavy shaft. I wanted to lay like this forever. Just to lay back with my tongue in his mouth and his fist on my rod. To enjoy the soft scent of him and the soft roll of his cheeks, the firmness of his chin as my fat fingers touched his face. He tapped the top of my knob with his index finger. "I like it when it gets wet like this". Giving my lips a sensuous kiss he then gazed south. The finger lifted revealing a string of pre-cum then patted down and up revealing another. "I love how juicy you get". He rested his head on my vest. The fist moved down then up squeezing out a milky teardrop. The pad of his finger slid up the drop before disappearing into his approving mouth. His throat made pleasing moans as he sucked noisily before repeating the ploy. "Oh, baby, you sure know how to turn this banker on". "Maybe I can make a withdrawal". I stroked his hair as my chuckling caused his head to rise and fall. "There's no maybe about it. Go for it". My sweet son needed no further encouragement. His head moved down as he suckled my knob. That wonderful fist slid up as he sucked out more of my milky juice. The tongue sliding into the foreskin, teasing my flesh-hood. His mouth a warm wet cradle, suckling, needing. More and more. With love. With tenderness. Sucking his daddys knob. My eyes close as I surrender to the sensations. My temples throb. Fingers push his head forward just to let him know it is time. My cock is ready. He knows what I like. Off my cock. Up on his feet on the bed. Slowly jockeys are lowered. Tantalizing boy cock boy bag come into view. Shorts are dropped onto my face. My fist grabs the cotton as I inhale. His scent is my poppers. Eyes stare upwards. Foot on either side of my head. I see the valley of mans desire. The magical nirvana that begins to float downwards towards my face, my mouth, my tongue. The shorts are tossed as the heat of him becomes palpable. My tongue is hard. The valley parts as the well is revealed. My tongue flicks. Closer. Closer. - home - The cheeks of his ass press against the cheeks of my face. My tongue begins to burrow into his boy cave. Up. Up. Snaking in. My knob is sucked. Hard. Hungry. Fist pumps. Hard. Fast. My cock is newly forged steel: hot, erect. A burning lance. The boy sucks with a need matched by my invading tongue. My son sucks my cock while I tongue-fuck his hole. My hands carress his white mounds. My nostrils are filled with the scent of sweaty boy ass. My tongue unites us. His mouth sucks as his head bounces. His fist pumps. Hard. Up and down. Mouth sucks. Tongue twirls. Throaty groans of pleasure. Sucking. Sucking. My balls churn. They're beginning to release. My knob aches. The lava is moving. Sucking mouth. Pumping fist. So close. Too close. In a shove his ass moves down my torso landing with precision on my knob. As I slide into his slick tight hole my cock pops its geyser. My gutteral groans increase as my pump unleashes. Gobs of daddy cum fill his asshole, hitting his walls with an ocean of waves. My son bounces wanting more cock but I'm too big and his hole is still too small. But one day soon I'll feel the the full length of his well. My cock will plant seeds up up deep inside my son. For now, for today, this moveable feast is enough. My cock is done. My sperm is home. End - You may also enjoy these stories by me. The earliest was accepted Dec 27, 2011. My son toby Jay and robbie Uncle mark teaches Gloryhole son Island of sons Dad fishing with his son Daddys game Daddy and the late show Foxhole dad Trucking daddy Speedos and summer The incest conversations My big brother pete Rain and dad Robs story Hope you enjoy them. Rob