Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2012 19:49:30 +0000 From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com Subject: My Curious Sam 2 The following story deals with father/son incest. If this is not a part of your fantasy life please seek other stories in the nifty archives. Donations are always needed for this site: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html My name is Rob, Canadian, 46, and I can be reached at: Calamity123@fido.blackberry.com Pics are always appreciated. This is my 25th tale. Please email me for a complete list on nifty. My Curious Sam Part 2 I woke early. At least my eyes did. But my surroundings were strange. My eyes fluttered as I took in everything: the pictures, the wallpaper. This was my parents room. Dads soft snoring was a calming rythm on my neck. An arm lay heavily about me on the outside of the covers. Easing backwards into him my hand pulled his fingers over to me. As my cheek rested on the digits I fell into a lighter sleep. Was it a few minutes or an hour? Dad was holding me close as he nuzzled my cheek. "You awake, sport?" he whispered. I turned my face upwards. "Yeah, daddy", I said between yawns. "Nice. I prefer 'daddy' to the other". It was delicious to snuggle on this Sunday morning. His scratchy cheek caressed mine then he planted a kiss. The bed bounced as he rolled away. The nest seemed empty. Suddenly lonely. As I rolled over to see him the robe was already on. Looking at his back I could tell he was looping the sash. "Do we have to get up?" I asked suppressing another yawn. Winking at me over his shoulder he said, "Nah. I just gotta take a leak". My eyes followed his back to the doorway where he suddenly paused, turned, and walked back to my side of the bed. His body stood an inch or two away from the bed. "Hey, we're cool, right?" "Well of course, daddy". If it made him happy to hear it, I would say it. He began to loosen the sash. "Still want to see my hard-on?" My head nodded as the belt was undone then released. His hands held the robe open creating a wall on either side. My eyes feasted. The cock was engorged. The shaft jutting up proudly defiant as the knob seemed to seathe in purple rage. The balls hung suspended in the wrinkle hairy skin. Oh, and the hair! It billowed about the base of the shaft like blackened angel hair. Magnificent! Dad must've been studying my face for he quietly stated, "Yeah, I guess it is pretty impressive". Another few seconds passed when he asked, "Satisfied?" But he waited for no reply as he wrapped up exiting the room. I lay on my back. My mind raced. Almost as fast as my heart. My brain etched the portrait for future reference. It seemed important at the time. (Now, glancing over at dad sitting up in bed waiting for me, I needn't have bothered.) The sudden faint rush of water echoed distantly before dad re-appeared in the doorway padding his way to the bed. "Breakfast?" "No", I groaned the idea away. "Snuggles". His indulgent lopsided grin told me I had won. "All right". He freed his side of the bed of comforter before removing his robe. Looking down at his mid-section then back at me he offered, "All gone". Surfing into the downy wave of quickly covered covers he sidled against me. "So sad. Too bad", he pouted mockingly. His lips met my nose as I was enveloped in those arms. "I'll bet you didn't even like my fat hard-on". His lips kissed mine as he gave a low growl of contentment. "This is no nice", he sighed happily. Arms folded, hands searching up I felt the stubble of his cheeks as he gave another brief kiss. Giggling lightly my voice was playful sing-song. "But I did like your hard-on". Kiss. "Well, it's nice of you to say so anyway". His fingers trailed up then down my back. Kiss. "You're sweet". "No, honest, daddy. I mean it". His eyes searched mine as if untrusting. "Yeah?" It was my turn to kiss. "Yeah". My grin dripped with sincerity. A kiss on my lips then nose then lips. "Why?" His eyes implored. "Because it's you. The part of you no one sees". I wanted to explain more fully but I as yet did not possess the skill. But my eyes were enthusiastically bright. He grinned before lowering his head to kiss my neck in several places. "I think I understand". One hand began to stroke my chest. A brief kiss on my lips. "Then I have a confession of my own". Kiss. Finger pads feeling my right pec which was farthest away from the mattress as we lay on our sides. "I thought your hard-on was beautiful". Kiss. "Extraordinarily so". He freed up the tightness of the covers tilting his head just so as he gazed at what his fingers were accomplishing with my pink nipple. "So pretty", he sighed. His lips moved in and he suckled. The tongue applying a vibrating weight to the erect nipple. So delicious was the sensation that I wrapped my arm about his still head. Only his mouth moved. My fingers toyed in the thickness of his black hair. His head moved back to my face. "You don't mind me saying such things, do you?" My kiss was my reply. The fingers lifted from my chest to strum upon my lower lip. "So beautiful". The fingers danced. Then slid along my cheek so the palm of his hand rested fully upon my ear, the fingers having slid amongst my blone tresses. His head moved to one side as my face was pulled to his. Our lips met. His covered mine. Nibbled mine. Tongue lipsticking mine. Lips pressing. Kiss deepening. Tongue parting. Tentatively tip to tip with mine. His tongue coaxed. Mine acquiesced. They met, danced, rolled with each other. Hot breath blasted my cheek. Stubble scraping my fair skin. Then rolling onto my back as our kiss held. The hand sliding from head to comforter as a great whoosh freed my body to the morning air. Then it descended on my chest only to trickle down the length of my side to my knee. The hand felt my cap in exploration before a slow steady ascent to my chest. Then down to rest on my hip. Our lips parted and daddy searched my face then contented by what he saw offered a small intimate smile. The hand slid up allowing the back of his fingers to stroke my cheek. "My love", he admired. Eyes simmering on mine. "I have to know". There was apology in his tone. "All of you. My joy. My pride. My heart". His body backed into a hunch before crawling backwards taking the covers with him. My nakedness was exposed to the elements as well as to the intoxication of my hero. Flattening himself his legs slide off the end of the mattress as knees took to floor. His upper torso flat to bed his hands slide me towards him. My legs floated as the back of my knees landed on broad strong shoulders. Hands wrapped about until his hands held the top of my thighs. Lower still I was pulled. A kiss on my inner thigh. Then another. A third. A fourth. Then its opposite was planted with brief tender lips. Again and again. And back to its partner. Pulled down. Kisses rising up the thigh with each tug. My head lay heavy. My eyes closed. For a moment there was nothing. Everything hung suspended. Waiting. The thumping of my heart. Anticipation. Like pregnant agony. . . . then . . . Lips kissed one testicle. Then the other. His sigh was audible. His exhale warming, stirring. Another kiss. And another. Then the tongue-tip gentley lolled over the ball. And the other. Twirling on top. The tongue, now wide and flat, licked against the fullness of the scrotum. Balls being tosed as the tongue began its long languid laps. Licking and tasting what had not been tasted before. Pulled down more my legs folded at the knee as his paws now pushed against the back of my thighs. Tongue lapping with determined zeal. The lapped behind my sac. Then the alley that led to my cheeks. My alley painted by the expert brush-strokes. Further. Down. The tip dancing on my hole. Begging entrance. My mind lost in my body's sensations. The tongue insisting. Flickering. Knocking for admittance. My hole opening as the snake bore up. Inside. Filling. Wiggling. Tongue. Sweet glorious tongue fuck. Inside. Up. Up. Up. Inside. His shoulders shovelled me forward up the bed. That magic wonder of a tongue sliding up the alley. Up over the bag. Along the prick. My prick! MINE! Then engulfed by lips. Sucking. Tongue exploring. Suckling. Enfolded by warm wet sensuous sucking. Sucking. His mouth letting go. Tongue up up up my torso. A quick suckle on either nipple. His face suddenly hovering over mine. Knees pressed against my shoulders. His body a weight of bending force against me. "Look at me, Sam". My eyes opened but were heavy lidded. "Look into my eyes". His arm eased some pressure off my left thigh. Then was a cushy warm pressure at my hole. I would have questioned but I was lost in his gaze. My body adrift in new unequalled sensations. "Look at me, baby". Something forced up against my hole. Pushed. Insisted. "My eyes. Look into my eyes. See the moment. Our moment". My mind felt a pop that my ears could not hear. There were explosions in the silence between each pant of his breath. "Yes", he sighed. "The moment". I understood! My hole now held him. Inside. That great cock that he had flashed was now inside of me. He planted a hand on my chest. Shushing my panic down. Again a new knowledge. We were united. "I won't move. You're not wet enough nor am I at all". He caught his breath. "Squeeze your hole. Squeeze it shut. Gaawwd! Yessss! Like that. Just. Like. That. Fuuuckin' sweeeet! Oh, yes, my heart, squeeze. Squeeze". His eyes rolled up before closing the lids. His neck strained as his head faced the wall. Gutteral animals sounds constrained in his throat. He whimpered. Something hot stung my insides. Sort of stung. Then another. And another. Still more. More. More. My mind tried to discern this new feeling. Hot. Then warm. Then no sense of it all. I pulled to reach daddys shoulder. He looked down quickly. Smiled weakly. Then his shoulders were about me; arms encircled my head. His eyes were damp. But he seemed so tired suddenly. "Just give me a minute more. There is only one ever first time. I'm not ready for it to end just yet". He kissed my nose. "Not yet". Then his lips met mine. His tongue met mine. As we kissed I became empty as my legs lowered; as he lay half on half off of me. Something had changed between us. Deepened. Became enduring. And when he raised up, smiled in wonder at me, whispered, "I love you, my dear Sam", I knew what it was to belong to someone else.