Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2012 16:05:12 -0400 (EDT) From: Tj Morgan Subject: Just Like His Mother: Part 4 The following story is a work of Fiction. The work is of the erotic nature and has explicit gay sex. If you are not allowed by law to view this story or are offended by such material, close out now. Copyright 2012 Email me with any feedback or story ideas that you would like me to write about. As always, please consider donating to Nifty to help provide these wonderful stories! I couldn't wait to get home. It had been such a rough day at work. One of our servers went down and affected several offices across the country. We finally got them back up and running, but not before half the company called and blamed us for ruining their day. Like I decided to fry the motherboard on a five year old server! I didn't bother to tell them that I have been telling management for almost two years it needed to be replaced. I pulled into the driveway, shut off the car, and just sat. I looked at the house noticing a single light on in the kitchen. My heart sank as I realized that TJ must be out with some of his friends. He had become somewhat popular ever since he had gone to school with a hicky on his neck. All the guys thought he had gotten it from some girl, while all the girls tried to figure who was the lucky one to have bagged my son. Truth was, he had gotten the hicky from me during an early morning fuck on the deck. I have to admit, I was a little mopey. TJ had gotten up early, made coffee, then headed off to school. He barely said goodbye to me, though he did give me a quick kiss. What made me the most depressed was that he hadn't even said, "Happy Birthday." TJ had never forgotten my birthday, but now that he was the center of attention at school, it seemed he didn't need me anymore. I had wondered how long it would be before our time together would be over. I walked into the house, stopping in the foyer to set down my laptop bag and kick off my brown loafers. It felt so good to be out of those shoes. My eyes caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked tired, worn out. I checked for any new gray hair, but I looked just the same as I had this morning. I rubbed my hands over my face and took a deep breath. That's when I noticed the familiar smell of lilacs. Curious, I continued into the house and my jaw dropped at what I saw. There, standing before me, was TJ, wearing nothing but a white apron. On the apron was a picture of a chef's hat with the words, "Enjoy my meat!" I saw the tent in the apron and knew that I wanted to do just that! The straps of the apron were just narrow enough that his perfect round nipples were visible, making me want him even more. TJ stepped forward and handed me one of the two delicate wine glasses in his hands. These were the glasses that my wife and I had used to toast at our wedding. Neither of us drank, so they had been filled with sparkling cider. TJ and I stared at each other as we brought the glasses to our lips in a smooth synchronized move. Once again, I found, the glass was filled with sparkling cider. I enjoyed the cool, tingling taste in my mouth, while my eyes took in the beautiful sight before me. When we had finished our drinks, TJ took my glass and set it and his onto the stand just inside the door. He reached up and pulled on my tie, leading me as though on a leash. I willingly followed the young man. How could I not? After all, the apron only covered the front. The back was wide open and gave me an incredible view of his young, firm ass. TJ led me to the couch and gently pushed me onto it. I looked around the room and saw several lit candles casting a dim light in the room, the flickering light created an incredibly romantic atmosphere. I knew then that this was the source of the lilac smell. TJ knelt onto the couch, one knee on either side of my legs. He began to rub his naked hard cock against my covered groin. He loosened my blue silk tie then began to unbutton my white Oxford shirt. When he got down to my belt, he began to rub his hands all over my chest. He leaned in and kissed me passionately. I was all too willing to play this game and kissed him back. As we kissed, he began to pull my shirt off. I reached up to pull my lover into an embrace. TJ took my hands and placed them behind my back. I felt my tie slip over my head and placed around my hands. TJ smiled at me as he cinched the tie around my hands. I had no choice but to sit there and enjoy the treatment. TJ caressed my bare arms, ran his hands along my chest, down my stomach to the waist band of my pants. I enjoyed the feeling of his fingers playing under the band, touching my skin, tickling my body. He slowly undid my belt then undid the clasp of my pants. As his slid down my zipper, he made a point to press down on my thickening dick. I lifted my hips, grinding into his hands. He tugged at my pants and I lifted my body to allow him to take them and my socks off. I sat there in my white boxers with my hands tied behind my back. TJ turned around and stepped back, placing his young, smooth ass in my face. I leaned forward, eager to lick his pretty pink pucker. Just before I could reach him, TJ walked away. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at me. I heard him puttering around in the kitchen and wondered what he was up to. Finally, he came back in carrying a plate. One of the talents my boy had inherited from his mother was that of cooking. He had always enjoyed helping her in the kitchen and had learned to create some really nice dishes. The one he brought to me was Chicken Fettuccini. TJ climbed back into my lap and began to hand feed me the dish he had cooked. He would place a piece of chicken in my mouth, allowing me to suck the Alfredo sauce off his fingers. When the tender chicken was gone, we started on the fettuccini. As he fed me the noodles, TJ would let them drag them across my chest, then lick the sauce off my nipples. By the time the plate was empty, we had both been covered in Alfredo sauce. TJ placed one end of the last noodle into his mouth and dangled the other end above mine. I took the end and we both began to suck the noodle, our lips coming together in an Alfredo sauced kiss. I wondered if he remembered all the times he watched "Lady and the Tramp", and was this supposed to be a play on that. As the last noodle was eaten, and our kiss ended, he smiled again. TJ stepped once again off my lap, then gently made me lay down the length of the couch. So far, he hadn't said a word to me during this wonderful game. Finally, he gently pulled off my boxers. My stiff organ slapped back onto my stomach and TJ smiled. He leaned onto me, his impressive cock still hidden from me by the apron he wore, but a small round wet spot was now visible there. "Close your eyes, and keep them closed," he whispered, speaking for the first time since I got home. I was eager to please my son and did as he commanded. I heard him pad back into the kitchen, then heard the refrigerator open and close. I could hear him come back into the living room and sensed him standing over me. There was a vaguely familiar sound then a cool sensation on my right nipple. A moment later, I heard the same sound and felt the same coolness on my left nipple. I smiled to myself as I finally placed the sound. My horny son had gotten a can of Redi-Whip and was turning me into his own personal dessert. He continued his preparation by putting whipped cream on my belly button. Finally, he encircled my hardened shaft and covered my loose hanging balls. When he had finished topping his dessert with whipped cream, he began to devour the treat. He started with my right nipple, taking the creamy treat in his mouth, sucking the tip of my nipple and playing with it with his teeth. I was in heaven when he moved to the left nipple. I wanted so much to hold him, touch him, taste him. He continued his journey down to my navel, the tingling in my body extending all the way to my feet. His right arm rested just between my navel and my cock and I wanted to feel his touch so much. My boy was such a tease and I wondered how long this game would last. I wanted to fuck him so much, but I wanted this wonderful night to never end. TJ finally moved down to his final destination, my hard cock. I gasped as his tongue licked the whipped cream from all around my throbbing meat. My cock ached for the touch of his hands, his tongue, anything, but he wouldn't give it to me. My dick twitched as he licked around my cock, slapping my boy-whore in the face. TJ moved between my legs, coming up from below to finish licking the whipped cream off my balls. I was completely in his lustful power. "Oh, god, Anna." I felt TJ stop working on my balls and snapped my eyes open, scared of how he would react. In my ecstasy, I had called him by his mother's name. His face was partially hidden behind my erect penis. All I could see were his eyes. He raised himself up and looked into my eyes. He smiled that beautiful smile, then suddenly plunged his hungry mouth onto my throbbing dick sucking with a new intensity. As he came back up, he lightly scraped his teeth on either side of my dick. Apparently, he didn't mind being compared to his mother. Just before I was ready to explode, he sadly stopped sucking me. He reached down and grabbed my ankles, pulling them up off the couch. He raised them up until my ass was slightly off the couch, my dick pointing straight at my face. Holding both ankles in one hand, he reached down and grabbed the can of Redi-Whip. He pulled my ankles down, spreading not only my legs, but my ass cheeks as well. He placed the nozzle of the can on the underside of my cock and slid it lightly down, over my loose nutsack, to the point where my ass crack started. His finger pressed the nozzle of the can, releasing the creamy whiteness. He moved the can down my crack, filling it with the cream. Behind my back, my tied hands clenched into fists, preparing for the tongue lashing my ass was about to take. Sure enough, after he set the can back down, he leaned in and began to lick the length of my crack. When he got to my pink pucker, his tongue began to explore my hole. This was the first time anyone had ever licked me there and I was over the top with the feeling. I had kept my eyes closed since accidentally calling my son by his mother's name, so did not see when my son moved up onto his knees, move the apron slightly, and position his cock to impale my ass. I felt the pressure of his rod against my hole. I instinctively relaxed, allowing him to enter me. I knew then the whipped cream was used as a makeshift lube. I was so fucking turned on! He leaned into me, somehow able to position himself so that he was able to lie on top of me, his face to mine. I could feel his breath on my face, and longed to kiss him. As if sensing my wish, my teenage lover, my son, leaned in and passionately kissed me, his hands holding my head. As our tongues began to entwine, he started thrusting his cock into my ass. I loved the feel of my son's cock inside me, the taste of his lips on mine. The only part of him I could not feel was his smooth, tanned chest, his firm stomach. He still wore that silly apron that invited me to enjoy his meat. I was really enjoying his meat! I realized as he thrust himself into me, that we were no longer having sex, we were making love. This was not just two guys getting their nuts off, but two people deeply in love desiring each other. Our passion made me enjoy this so much more. He began pumping himself into me faster, harder as he French kissed me. I wanted so much to wrap my arms around him, to pull him further into me. I felt his hands clench my neck, his fingers pressing into my skin, he smashed his mouth into mine and I heard him moan lowly. He raised his face from mine as he neared his orgasm. I lifted my head and gently bit his chin, tasting the wisps of dark hair that had begun to grow there. TJ pushed himself further into me, using the arm of the couch to brace himself, and I felt his dick explode into me. His hard, hot load quickly filled me and I felt his seed begin to seep out around his cock, trickle down my ass, the feeling of the droplets tingling every nerve they touched. TJ pumped slowly a few more times, then looked into my eyes (I couldn't help it, I wanted to see his face when he came). He smiled, then kissed me again. My cock was aching to be touched again, my balls straining with the load inside them. He finally pulled out, my body missing the feel of him. TJ moved off the couch letting my legs flop onto the cushions. He picked up the can of whipped cream and once again placed it at the base of my cock. He pressed the nozzle and circled my shaft. When he came back to the beginning of the trail, he moved up slightly and circled again. He repeated this process several more time until my entire cock was surrounded in whipped cream, from the base to the tip. He set the can back down then leaned his face to my cock. I was so ready to have his mouth around me again, to feel his hot wet mouth fuck me. Instead, he stuck out his tongue and gently licked the very tip of my dick, his tongue separating my slit, licking the pre-cum that was mixed with the cream. My lover stood back up, placed his left foot on the couch and swung his right foot to the other side of me. He stood over me, smiling, then bent his knees lowering himself onto my cream covered cock. As I slid easily into him, I knew it wouldn't take but a couple of pumps before a cream of a different kind filled his youthful ass. He placed he hands behind him on my legs and pushed himself up, then down. Up, then back down. Three more times and I couldn't hold any longer. I pushed against the couch with my hands, arched my back and let loose a torrent of hot sticky goo into him, mixing with the Redi-Whip that already coated the inside of my son. The cum that oozed out now tickled the tops of my balls and trickled down into my pubes. TJ smiled, then finally, slowly lifted up the apron. The first thing I saw was the cock I had come to love, wrapped around with a dark ring of hair. As he pulled further up, I found that a picture had been drawn onto his firm stomach. A blue birthday cake had been drawn, complete with candles. Above the cake was written, "Happy Birthday." Below it, "My love." He pulled himself off my cock and leaned down, reaching behind me to untie my hands. Finally, I was able to pull my son into an embrace. TJ spoke to me for the first time since commanding me to close my eyes. "Happy Birthday, Dad." He laid his head on my chest and I wrapped my arms around him. I kissed the top of his head, laying down a few strands of black hair that had stuck up, tickling my nose. "Teej?" I asked. "Just how did you get that picture on your stomach?" "Derrick drew it for me." My heart stopped. Derrick was a lean red-haired boy on TJ's track team. I had to admit, he had caught my eye more than a few times. "Did, uh, did you tell him? You know, about us?" TJ chuckled, "Yes, Dad. I told him that I spend my free time fucking and sucking my father." I recognized the sarcasm and lightly slapped him on his bare ass for swearing. "I told him I was hot for this girl that lives down the street. I said she goes to a private school so that's why he doesn't know her." I breathed a sigh of relief, then hugged him tighter. A few minutes later, I felt his breathing become deep and regular and knew he had fallen asleep. The last time he had fallen asleep on my chest had been when he was six. I smiled, kissed the top of his head once more, closed my eyes, and finally drifted off to sleep.