Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2012 19:49:30 +0000 From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com Subject: My Curious Sam 3 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 3 We lay side by side our eyes transfixed. Dads hand soothed my cheek or traced my jaw. My fingers touched his stubble. If they ventured too near his mouth he would playfully snap at them. We'd laugh. Talking endlessly yet the room remained silent. The conversation of souls entwined. Dad brought words by suggesting, "We should think about breakfast". Fingers ran over his chin. "Are you gonna shave?" He pulled at his chin. "You don't like it?" My grimace made him laugh. "All right". He raised his torso shouting, "ALL RIGHT!" Then he was on his knees. "My heart doesn't like it!" He stood by the bed offering a hand. As he pulled me up to him. "Then off it comes!". Hand swinging in hand we marched naked to the bathroom. I climbed onto the counter as dad gathered the shaving cream and razor. Faucet on he splashed water about his face. The foam was deposited into his palm then applied liberally. The razor wet and hot was scraped against his cheek. "When do I get to shave?" "When you need to. Don't be in a rush for it. Once you start you will do it to the day you die. And that's a long, long time from now". He raised his eyebrows in quick succession and buzzed my lips with his. He started on the other side of his face. "What do you want for breakfast: Pop Tarts, eggs?" Another glance my way. "Gruel?" "Could I have some more, please, sir?" I mimicked Oliver Twist. "Your wish . . ." and I was rewarded with another kiss. He scraped under his nose now. Then his chin. A long rinse before starting on the neck. "Daddy? What did you mean by 'dry'?" He gave me the question with a look. "When you wanted me to squeeze you said I was dry and you were dry". "No lubricant" he unexplained as he finished scraping. My wide eyes brought us nose to nose. "If I apply vaseline to my hard-on and also on your asshole it makes fucking a lot easier". "Is that what we did - fuckng?" He bore a sheepish grin as he said, "We sure did". He rinsed off the remaining foam. "And don't let your mother hear you say that word or there'll be holy hell to pay". The hand towel dabbed his face dry. "Better?" He modelled both sides of his face, saw my appraising eyes then grinned. "Guess there's only one way to really tell". Wrapping me into his arms we kissed: long, hard, deep. I smiled at dad. "Better". We had a naked breakfast of ham and scrambled eggs, juice and dad had coffee. As dad finished his coffee and newspaper (old habits die hard) he glanced over at me. "What do you want to do today?" Then he saw my stricken look. "What?" Embarrassed I said, "I think I just went to the bathroom". As I slid from the chair dad came around to see a trail of slime. Staring at him he was actually suppressing a smile. "Sorry. That's actually my fault". He gave an odd rambling explanation that didn't make sense. ("It's kinda like thick white pee but isn't pee at all." It went downhill from there.) Grabbing a paper towel he cleaned the chair then had me bend over the same chair as he dropped to his knees behind me. I waited for the roughness of the paper. Instead his hands rested on my butt cheeks as his smooth face dove in. His tongue was rabid as he cleaned his cum out of my hole. Snaking and lapping he pressed in deep. That magnificent tongue entered further than it had ever gone before. Up. Deep. Sucking in the remnants of our morning together. Easing back he drummed my cheeks. "My sweet Sam, you have an amazing ass! So so yummy". Another dive and lick up the crack before he had me up and turned about. Fingers jerked lightly on my hard prick. "Nice cock, too". Pulling on my hips he started blowing me. As my fingers pressed into his scalp he sucked hungily. Slurping noisily his head bobbed. Faster and faster with strong suction. Tantalizing. Suddenly my fingers began to pull at his hair but he refused to slow down. My toes curled. My heart pounded. Temples throbbed. Knees wobbled. My spine enflamed. My groans became squeals became giggles. Eyes shut tight there were still stars. Thousands of them. Millions. Exploding. My head was exploding. My body. My cock. My cock! COCK! His head stopped but his mouth suckled; hard at first easing ever more into gentle then stopped. Then he sat back. My cock free. "That's what cumming feels like". As he stood he cupped my face before tenderly sensuously kissing me. Then he eased me into the chair. "Take a moment. You'll get your land legs in a second". As he tussled my hair my eyes stared straight at his rock hard-on. Hairy, massive and actually throbbing. Here in the unromantic sheen of the kitchen I was about to give my first blow-job. And, best of all, to my dad. Looking down into my eyes I watched his cheeks flush. I didn't move an inch. Not a hand. Not a muscle. But as we stared my jaw dropped. My mouth opened. And I waited. For him. For dad. Daddy. Dad rested his hand flat by his crotch. His thumb sidled into the space between abdomen and cock. The thumb moved up the base slightly. Then pressed down. Like a great draw-bridge the cock slowly lowered until it was parallel to the floor. One short step forward caused the top of the knob to brush my upper lip. My tongue flattened as it stretched out past my lower lip. The massive cock slowly taxied along my tongue into my mouth. The knob forced my mouth to open wider. It sat heavy on my tongue. Eyes on eyes. Mine opened wider as his narrowed. My mouth closed around the knob. I began to suck my first cock. Plump. Pliable. It was like a fat warm sausage. Easy to squeeze with my cheeks. As I sucked saliva filled my mouth surrounding the pulpy knob. Squeeze in with my cheeks. Then relax the muscles. Over and over. The taste of musky saltiness. The taste of something else. Another taste - unique. It coated my throat. Pierced my taste buds. Soothed my being and brought me home. The cock slid in a little deeper. Stopped. Then pulled half the head out. Slowly deep in. Then back out. Then in. Out. In. Out. In. OutIn. OutIn. Outinoutin. outinoutinoutinoutin Hands gripped my ears. Daddys face contorted. His eyes glazed. Hips bucked. outinoutinoutinoutinoutin "Gawwd! Oh, gawwd! Oh, gawd!" outinoutinoutinoutinoutin "Fuucck! Baby. Honey. Ah, fuck!" outinoutinoutinoutinoutin "Fuck, baby. For you. Just you!" outinoutinoutinoutinoutin "Here it is. Here it is! Now! Gaawwd fuck gaawwd!" in My throat was coated as large blasts of pungent blobs splattered with the back of my mouth. I swallowed. At first gulp - to survive. From then on - for sheer boyish pleasure. Swallowing the wonderful ocean of fatherhood. Dad pulled out, wobbled, then fell to his knees. Gasping for air he fought to laugh. "Christ, son". He gulped air. He laughed. "You . . . amaze . . . me!" That large hairy mountain of dad hugged me tight. That did us for any other plans for the day. We lazed about naked: fondling each other or tickling, talking about school or work or life on other plants, kissing and snuggling. Our bodies were as puzzles and each others fingers the keys. We explored new territories. And whenever we dared, marked our territories with light bites or love bites. We were the edge and the center of each other. It was dark by now. Upstairs on that magic carpet of a bed we sailed away into each others senses. My cock was awkwardly fucking daddys mouth as I eagerly slobbered all over his. Hands explored smooth bag/hairy bag. He teased mine as he pool-cued the balls about in my sac. His were hairy handfuls of potential nectar. Raising his head he said, "Hey, sport. What say we join up?" I did a one-eighty. As my head hit the mattress his lips covered mine. Once more I was lost in his mouth and lips and playful tongue. Delicious! I heard a hollow plastic pop. Then a hand dove between my legs. Under my balls. I grunted in surprise as some gloppy coolness was smeared on my asshole. My asshole? Oh. I get it. Not a dry one this time. Lips never stopping their passion with mine he rolled on top of me though his knees were between my legs. With little encouragement my legs parted as I bent them to hold his flanks while we kissed. He pulled away as he straightened up. Another dip into the vaseline allowed daddy to slick up his pole. We stared at each other with a lovers understanding. Eyes explored bodies. Then I surprised both of us by spreading my cheeks boldly. My rump rocked up off the bed. My index finger twirled the goop about my hole. "Here? Will you put your fat cock here?" Daddy smiled lasciviously. "Yeah, sweet Sam. That's the spot". His cock was positioned and with a bit of hip movement the knob slid in rather easily. He had been right. This was much easier. Friendlier. He grabbed at my ankles bringing the heels to his shoulders. Then he hugged my knees to his body. His knees sidled up on either side of my hips. The lopsided grin told me he was ready. He pushed forward. Stopped then pulled back. Stopped. Then forward. Little by little, a half inch at a time, the cock moved in. Tiny fucks. Gently rythm. More and more. There was no discomfort. Pressure but no pain. Inside. Deeper. And deeper with little fucking motions. Hips by the gods. Then he stopped as he sighed through a shudder. "I'm in, son. All the way". He smiled happily. "You've got all of me! All!" A few bucks forward drove the point home. It felt full. Warm. Wonderful. Then he pulled back quite a bit as I felt a hollwness return. Then once more all in. All. So wonderful. He began to fuck me with a controlled steady roll of his hips. He bucked. Fucked. Steadily. Deliciously. In and out with an easy flow. He pulled my legs open as he fell to the support of his elbows by my head. His breath came in shallow gasps. "I don't know how you can take this. So much cock inside of you". Fingers clasped his cheeks. "Daddy inside me. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy". "Oh, fuck, baby. Yeah. You got it. Daddys fucking you. Fucking my son. Fucking boy-cunt. Gaawwd! So so fucking good. Deep. Fucking. Fucking deep". "Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me, daddy. Fuck. Me. Daddy. FUCK ME!" I yelled. He groaned as he pounded. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" "Babybabybabybaby! Aw, shit! Aw, no! Not now! Fuck! Here it is! Here we are!" His brow hit my brow as he screamed into my face his pleasure. Up in my bowels daddys seed spilled. Flowed. Was planted. He rasped in gutteral growls. My hands patted the back of his head. For daddy. My daddy. Mine.