Date: Tue, 28 Oct 2003 04:23:16 +0000 From: dimitri hamlin Subject: Me and Jessie (Part 3) (Mb) ( Incest ) This is a fictional story about the developing love between a father and his son. If you're not into stuff with young kids, this might not be for you. In no way do I condone doing any of these acts, nor should anyone attempt them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Me and Jessie Part 3 I awoke to the feeling of warmth around my dick. Already it was stiff, and kept growing as the warmth rolled up and down my shaft. A moist blob caressed the skin behind my glands and head, lapping up my precum oozing from my hole. I opened my eyes and caught the beautiful sight of my boy's head slowly rising up my member. He sucked it furiously, draining my balls of precum, rolling his lips against my skin. The head of my dick went all the way to the back of his throat, and he swallowed. Jessie's throat grabbed at my dick, pulling it down to his gut. He drew up, my dick popping out of his throat, all his hot breath rushing out his lips. I sat there a while, just watching him work my prick with so much passion. He was in love with it already, I could tell. He loved it so much that he sucked me off in my sleep. I did tell him he could do it whenever he wanted. I hadn't expected him do to it while I was asleep, but I didn't mind. The way his tongue cupped my dick as he sucked was heaven. My balls felt hot, and the rush of cum again caught Jessie by surprise. But this time he swallowed it all down, never slowing a beat, continuing to suck with passion until my dick began to soften. He was between my spread legs, and let my dick fall out of his mouth. He kissed it a couple of times, and licked the extra cum beading at the head. My smile surprised him. Even though he had dark skin, I could see the flush of red in his face. I didn't waste words. I just lifted him into my lap and kissed him. He hugged me, sitting his naked butt right on my semi hard dick, smiling shyly. "Did I wake you up, daddy?" he asked. "Yeah," I answered. "But it's alright. I had to get up anyway." The curtains had been pulled since the night before. But from the lack of light peeking through the corners, I knew it was at least after seven. "You hungry?" I asked him. He bounced on my lap, grabbing at my dick with his butt cheeks. From his smile, I knew he was doing it on purpose. "A little," he said, wiggling his butt on my dick, now hard. When he went to grab it again, I felt a sudden tightness around the head. Jessie's face contorted into one of surprised pleasure. He pushed down a little harder, and the tip of my head slid into his tight ass. Another wiggle, and he pushed down a little further, the head half way in. But his face was covered in pain. So I pulled him, and rested him against my belly. "You're not ready for that kind of stuff yet," I said to him, knowing the question to follow. "What stuff, daddy?" He leaned back to look me in the eyes. His were brown and wide, so open and clear. He didn't even know what he had almost done. "Don't worry about it," I said. I stood up, carrying him in my arms into the kitchen. Jessie took hold of my neck, and like we'd done many times, I swung him to my back. He used my waist and sides to push himself up to my neck, and I draped his legs over my shoulders. Jessie's hands wrapped around my head, and he twisted his feet around my back. It was just as usual, except for the four-inch dick poking the back of my head. I fixed us a frozen pizza, since I didn't know how to cook. While we waited for the oven to heat, I let Jessie have his way with my dick again. He didn't mind that it had inched into his butt as he licked my limp dick to life. He squeezed it between his fingers, the head turning red and doubling in size, then ran his tongue across every bump and into my pisshole. It didn't take long for the precum to dribble out. Jessie dipped his finger into it and sucked it off, moaning with pleasure. He dipped his finger in again, and held it up for me. I sucked his finger clean, moaning like he had. And suddenly my dick was in his mouth, his head bobbing over my crotch like he was listening to a slow jam. He stopped sucking and ran his tongue down to my balls, suckling each one, nibbling at them with his lips. He followed the trail of precum back up to the head, and sucked my dick into his mouth like a vacuum. His hands probed my balls, mushing them together. My dick pulsed and throbbed, and even though it felt like I shot a huge load, from Jessie's face, I could tell he didn't get as much as he wanted. Still, he kept sucking until I made him stop so I could put the pizza in the oven. Jessie hopped into my seat, spreading his legs and wrapping his feet around the chair. He leaned forward on his hands, his brown member poking out over his thumbs. I thought about the morning and how he'd had his first orgasm. He'd given me four today, and I'd only given him three. I wasn't being a very good father if I didn't even it out. Jessie smiled when I got on my knees in front of him, and pushed him back in the chair. I pulled his feet loose, and pulled his lower half closer to the edge. "I'm going to do you, okay?" I said, waiting for Jessie's response. "But I ain't got no milk," he said, and I laughed. "I know," I said. "I just want you to feel good too. Like the way I feel when you suck my penis. Okay?" Jessie nodded excitedly, scooting closer to my face. I'd never been this close to my son's dick before. I breathed in his musk, and lowered my lips on his dick. Nothing had ever felt so strange and yet so right at the same time before. His dick was harder than the steel on the chair, but his skin felt like warm chocolate on my tongue. I pressed his dick against the roof of my mouth, sucking slowly. Jessie moaned with each stroke. Instinctively his hands came to my head, and he held it as I engulfed his dick with my mouth. I worked his marble sized balls with my tongue, scooped them in with his dick. With my tongue, I rubbed his balls against his dick, working my lips to keep it all in my mouth. I let his balls slip free, and worked on his silk stick, following the soft curves of his veins, making my tongue a bun for his dick to lay in. His hips twitched. His dick banged against the roof of my mouth and my tongue, throbbing as the climax fled all through his body. I kept sucking until he had another one, the second time pulling his body to my face so I could feel his dick throb in my throat. The smell of burning pizza made me pull away. We waited a few minutes for the charcoal black pizza to cool down before digging in. Like every night, Jessie and I ate dinner in front of the TV, stretched out on the couch. We watched Monday Night wrestling, something Jessie absolutely loved. Jessie mimicked all the poses of the wrestlers, laughing at their jokes, though most of them he didn't understand. Even though there was a lot of blood on that episode, I let Jessie keep watching. Every time we watched, I told him it was all fake. Sure they were bleeding, and really got tired and injured, but all the matches were scripted. Half way through the two-hour show, Jessie climbed onto the couch. I had slouched down against one of the arms and had my feet stretched out. He lay down beside me like he usually did, except he didn't lie on my chest. Instead, he rested his head on my hip and pulled my dick into his mouth. He laid there, my dick in his mouth, sucking gently on it. I didn't say anything, just relaxed and enjoyed the moment. I tried to focus more on the TV than Jessie. A hard-on would force him to have to sit up, and all he wanted to do was lay there and watch the show. When the soft sucking stopped, I glanced down. Jessie was fast asleep, my soft dick sticking out of his lips. I chuckled, lifting him up. My dick fell from his lips, his mouth still puckered. I took him to my room, laid him in the bed, and climbed in after him. Sleep hit me as soon as my head hit the pillow. A few hours later, the gentle tug of lips and tongue woke me up. Jessie had scooted down to my crotch, and sucked away. Pulling back the covers, I saw he was sleep. I loved my son the most at that moment. He looked so cute with his arms around my waist, suckling for his daddy's milk. All the same, I pulled him away, and laid him on the pillow next to. I know I toss and turn, and I didn't want to accidentally smother Jessie. He murmured in his sleep, his lips still trying to work around my dick. I hugged him, and kissed his forehead. Sleep came back to me, carried by my son's breath.