The following story, and all its related parts, are pure fantasy. No actual persons or events are recounted in this story. Comments may be directed to dickstuffer10@yahoo.com. Enjoy, if you will.

My Son, the Peeping Tom Pt 4

Weekends in my house were casual. We didn't have breakfast on Saturday and Sunday mornings like we did the rest of the week, when we had the time to do so. Weekday mornings, each of us grabbed something quick and would be out of the house on our separate ways in 10 or 20 minutes. Also, each of us slept later since we didn't have to worry about work or school on weekends.

This was now Sunday morning. I woke up about 8 AM and knew, as was normal, that my daughter and son were probably still sleeping. My wife had arisen about a half hour earlier. Even though I'd had a great time Saturday night, what with the hot guy on cam, my gushing orgasm, and revealing myself to my son as I shot my load, and revealing to him that I'd detected him spying on me, I 'd stayed online after that and casually continued to surf the sites Ned had told me about along with my usual site.

At 47, you know the old saying, "the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak", well that's what it was. I'd had a great cum and was fully satisfied and knew I wouldn't be able to get hard again or cum any time soon. So, I just casually surfed the new, vid sites Ned told me about and my favorite webcam site.

Ned's vid sites were really something! The only sites I'd frequented up to that time were my favorite cam site (the one I which I met and friended Ned) and two pic posting sites where I'd posted some self-pics and looked at the hot pics of the other submitters. Ned's vid sites were much better! Not only were they vids, and not still pics, but many of the vids had sound, too! I'd found that sound added a whole new dimension of excitement to seeing these sights.

Anyway, back to the present moment. I'd finally gotten out of bed and hit the bathroom to empty my bladder. I noticed the house was quieter than usual. It was now about 8:20. I went down to the kitchen and got some coffee which my wife always made first thing. I was sitting at the table and scanning the newspaper looking at the latest sports news. I must have been sitting there about 20 minutes when I heard the sounds of stirring, My wife was fully dressed and said that she and my daughter would be leaving soon to attend the early church services. When I asked why the early service, she responded that she was going to meet some girlfriends for brunch and drop my daughter off to her friend's house. My wife said she was going with her friends to see a movie after brunch. She said my daughter was taking a change of clothes and would change to 'street clothes' (whatever that was) at her friends house after the services. This was not unusual: each of us would go off on our own on Sunday and do just what we wanted. You were on your own for lunch, but everyone was expected to be home for dinner.

There was a flurry of activity as my daughter bounded into the room. She and her mother stated they'd better hurry to avoid being late for the services. In a whirlwind that lasted about two minutes the two of them left for church. I went back to my coffee and sports news.

I must have been just about 9 AM when my son came into the kitchen. We said our good mornings as I went back to my paper and he started to prepare cold cereal for himself. This quiet was not unusual. As I said, my son was rather introverted and quiet and seemed to be much of a loner. He had some friends with whom he'd hang out occasionally but, mostly, he seemed content to be alone and do what interested him.....video games, his computer or books. He liked to read, surprisingly.

Anyway, I continued to scan the paper as he ate his cereal in silence. Nothing seemed different or out of the ordinary from countless Sundays before. After my second cup of coffee and continued scanning of the newspaper and my son's second bowl of cereal, we were done with our breakfast. We cleaned up after ourselves (not to hear the 'other half' complain if we didn't) and headed our separate ways.

Since I'd had a good night's sleep and hours of rest, and since I often woke up feeling horny on weekend mornings, I naturally headed towards my den. It had become so common for me to spend so much of my time in my den that no one thought anything of it. I figured my son would do his usual solitary things. Maybe, I hoped, he might also come to my den to see what I was up to. Since last night's revelation of really letting myself get into camming and jerking, audibly, to the vid I was watching and purposely presenting myself to my son as I shot a hot, heavy load, I wondered if he might come back to discover, again, what his old dad was up to.

I hope he'd come again, I wanted to broach the subject of what he'd seen and find out why he'd started spying on me, what his thoughts were, and what he was going to do or say about it. I wanted to do this in a gentle and not intimidating way to have a good father-son talk. I felt this morning would be a good time to do that, if my son came to my den.

So, I went to my den and cranked up the computer and opened several windows to my favorite sites: my usual cam site and two of Ned's vid sites. Sunday mornings always seemed to have different and more men camming than other mornings. Many of the guys were young married fellas who used Sunday mornings for their alone 'play' time. There were some older guys, in their 40s, 50s and 60s, also camming. Except for the occasional really hot cam of a younger fella, I would most often seek out the other guys. The site's homepage showed thumbnails of the cammers with some text beneath stating some details such as location, age, sexual preference, etc. I would focus on the thumbnails and then read the details beneath an attractive view. As a free member, I could open only one of the cams at a time when I selected it from the homepage and would need to return to the homepage to find another cam to focus on and open into full view.

Since I had a large monitor and sat close to it, I didn't need to make each window I opened full-sized, but often resized them to allow me to click on other sites windows I had open at the same time. That way I could surf several sites at the same time. I also continued to set up the several windows on my monitor to allow me to keep a dark area on the left side to see reflections behind me. Since this is how I'd discovered my son watching me, I continued to do this to keep tabs on when he'd sneak to my den's door and peep on his old dad.

Since my son had already seen me not only fully naked, but completely hot and excited and masturbating, culminating with a tremendous ejaculation, I dropped my undershorts and sat there completely nude. I was still a bit groggy with sleep and my cock was waking up slower than I was.

I looked at some hot cams and looked at some vids. The vids were disappointing, so far, because many of them were too short. Seems before you could get into them and hot enough to cum, the vids ended. So, I am sitting there idly playing with my cock and viewing cams and vids for a while.

After about 15 minutes of surfing, I noticed movement in the reflective dark area and knew my son was at his 'station' to peep on his old man. This did nothing to inhibit me. As a matter of fact, it encouraged me. My son and I both now knew that he'd seen me masturbating before. That he was here again must mean that he liked what he saw. I didn't acknowledge his presence right away. I wanted to find something that really interested me and made me hot enough to cum. My cock was still just semi-hard at this point. I diddled my cock with my right hand so my son could have an unobstucted view of his dad's cock.

I continued to surf, but few of the cams had audio and the few vids that did were short in length...only about a minute or two. I'd found that if the view was really hot, I wanted to luxuriate in viewing and stroke my cock to full hardness. The vids weren't long enough to do that for me and there were very few cams with audio once you opened the broadcaster's cam.

I'd been surfing cams and vids for about ten minutes as my son watched. Finally, I casually turned to face him and said, "Are you just gonna stand there and watch like you have before, or do you want to ask me something?" My son winced slightly. I said, “I know you've been watching me and not just last night. It's okay, son. You can come in if you want. If you want to watch with me that's OK too. Maybe you have some questions. We both know what you saw last night. Let's talk and let me see if I can help you understand what you saw and what daddy does when you watch him. Ok?"

My son mumbled a 'uh huh' and slowly walked in closer to me. He stood about a foot to my left and could easily see what I was watching on the monitor. He was wearing just a strapped undershirt and his white briefs as he stood next to me. As I said, I was fully naked and my cock had now softened to full rest since I'd started speaking with my son.

My son's eyes would alternate between the windows shown on the monitor and my right hand slowly stroking my soft cock.

I said to him, "This is what daddy likes to do for fun. This is daddy's playtime. It is playtime that men and older boys enjoy but usually enjoy by themselves. This type of playtime that men and older boys enjoy is known by other people but not spoken about. It is a playtime that teenagers and men enjoy all through their lives. In time, you will come to want to play like this. You will find that you will really enjoy this playtime by yourself. Maybe you already have enjoyed this playtime by yourself. After all, you often go off to your room after dinner, like I do to my den, and maybe you've been playing like this ."

He shook his head 'no' and continued to watch my hand work my cock and would look at the scenes on the monitor. As I said earlier, my son has always been a boy of very few words. In PTA meetings, his teachers would say he was very well behaved but extraordinarily shy. He talked very little to his classmates and was always very respectful of adults. The counselors in school and his teachers said they believed he would, in time, outgrow his shyness or control it somewhat to the point of becoming more sociable. It wasn't anything to worry about at this point.

"Well, considering what you saw last night, there is no use in hiding it. I know you've seen me playing a few times. Now that we both know, you are not in trouble. If you want to come and watch dad play that is okay. Just don't be sneaky about it. If you have questions, feel free to ask. But one thing, and this is a very important thing. This play is something that men do. Men such as your dad, your uncles, your brothers, if you had any brothers and they were old enough, Heck, this is something that your men teachers do. This is something that all men do at some time in their lives. Women know men do this but, as I said, this special play is not mentioned in everyday conversation. So, I need for you to do me a very special favor. Can you do that for me, son?", I asked.

My son said 'yes' and I continued. "Son, I need you to promise me that you will not mention daddy's special play to anyone. Not to your mother, not to your sister, not to your friends, not to anyone! Do you hear me?”, I said firmly.

He nodded his head 'yes' and I continued. “This is very special playtime for dad. You and I will keep it a secret. It will be a special secret between us guys. As long as you keep this secret you are welcome to come here and watch your dad play. That's only if you want to come and watch your dad play. You know, now, that this is what I do when I come to my den. You are not in trouble. I am not angry that you want to watch me play. I only ask that you not sneak about when you do it. Okay? Just be certain that you don't mention it to anyone, ever, and that your mom or sister don't follow you here. They wouldn't understand daddy's play and that you want to watch it. Okay son, can you do that?"

He nodded and said "yes"at the same time.

I said, "Your mom and sister will be gone for a few hours. We will hear the car in the driveway when they return. I am going to continue with my playing and you're welcome to watch. Why not pull up a seat and watch, if you like. If you have any questions, I will do my best to answer them in a way you can understand. OK?'

"Yes, dad. I understand. I would like to stay here and watch you play. I like to watch you play, dad."

With that he pulled up a step stool and sat to my left. I went back to surfing the cams and viewing the vids. My son watched with me but would also drop his eyes to watch my hand stroke my chubby but semi-hard cock.

I found a video that said it was about 10 minutes long. The icon showed a thick, long cock with a thick bush of pubic hair above it and around his crotch. I clicked on this video and it started to play, Man, this guy's cock was really something. It must have been 7 or 8 inches long, with a thick shaft, a big head, and a peehole in the head that seemed rather big. The video had sound and you could hear him groan and moan as he stroked. My son's eyes were riveted to the video. He seemed to be mesmerized.

Of course, this hot vid got me going and my cock started hardening, lengthening and thickening as my excitement mounted. Without thinking, I leaned back and spread my legs as I stroked my cock to full hardness looking at this hot, thick, big cock being stroked on cam.

This movement caused my son to look at me and then down at my crotch. He now had a close and clear view of his dad's hard cock. The guy in the vid was cut, while I am not. I stroked my cock and would make my foreskin cover and uncover the head as I stroked. My son is cut. His mother won that battle.

I was fully hard now and stroking my cock and my head was glistening from the precum that oozed out. My eyes were torn between the hot cock in the vid and my son's eyes on his dad's cock. The vid cam moved out some and we now saw the guy from his shoulders down. He was sitting and the cam was at the level of his crotch. His cock and balls were foremost in the cam view with his hairy chest and belly filling the rest of the view. Man, this was hot. I pushed my chair a bit further back and spread my legs wider. My son was looking at me jerk myself as if in a trance. I alternated my eyes between the vid and my son watching me,

I was so hot! This vid was really hot but having my son so near and raptly watching his dad play with his cock was unbelievable. My whole cock shaft was glistening from the precum that continued to ooze and was spread over my cock by my stroking hand. I must have been jerking frenzied to the vid for about 3 minutes. I saw that the guy stomach was rising and falling rapidly with his fast breathing. I knew he would be cumming soon, I knew I wouldn't and couldn't last much longer.

I was moaning and groaning as I writhed in my seat. My cock was as thick as a knockwurst and as hard as steel as I continued to stroke and spread the precum over my shaft and balls. I took my finger and scooped up a drop of precum as it leaked from my peehole and slowly brought it to my lips My son's eyes were watching every move I made. I licked the precum off, closed my eyes and moaned. "mmmmmmmmm" and did it several times after that. My left hand was running over my chest and belly and tickling my nipples as I continued to stroke and taste my dripping precum. My son's eyes were only on me. My eyes, now, were only on him as he watched me.

I was so excited I lost interest in the guy in the video and concentrated on pleasing myself and performing for my son. This was so hot! My legs were spread wide, my heavy balls were bouncing up and down and would hit the seat which added to my excitement. My son was just at my left knee and his eyes were in constant motion as he watched me. He had a full view of his dad playing. His eyes ran all over my body: he watched me pinch my nipples, he watched me massage and squeeze my balls, he watched me stroke my cock and eat my precum. Man, I was on fire! I felt the cum boiling in my nuts and building up pressure for a strong release.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to shoot my load. Instead of doing what I usually do, which is point my cock towards my knees and shoot into my cum rag and on the floor, I pointed my cock upward to my belly.

I stroked my upward-pointing cock furiously as my balls bounced and hit the seat and I knew I would shoot in the next few seconds. For some reason, I didn't care that I would be covered in my own cum. Maybe my son watching me so intently made me want to do this.

Anyway, I continued to pump my cock furiously and moan and groan louder and often as I continued to pinch my nipples one at a time. Then, I let out one big, loud moan and my cock starting shooting. Rope after rope of thick, white cum shot out of my cock. The first two shots hit me on my face while the others hit my neck and chest with the last spurts landing on my belly. I watched my son's eyes as my ropes of cum shot from my cock. His eyes widened so much I thought his eyeballs would fall out.

Finally, my cock stopped shooting. I was breathing hard for the stroking and the intense orgasm. I then licked what I could from my face and moaned "mmmmmmmm" as I smiled and savored the taste before swallowing. When I licked all I could off my face, I took my finger and started scooping up all the cum that landed on me. My son's eyes watched every movement I made.

When I had eaten all my cum I just sat there catching my breath. My son's eyes were looking all over my body, now cleaned of all its cum. My cock started softening and the foreskin started covering the head. My son seemed to be particularly fascinated by this. He watched as my breathing slowly returned to normal, my balls started descending to their hanging position in my hairy nutsack, and my cock starting shrinking and retreating into its foreskin.

When I was fully recovered, I said, "Well, it looks like Dad needs a shower. This stuff smells after a while. Also, it feels sticky as it dries. Much as it looks like I got it all, I don't want to smell of stale cum for the rest of the day."

“Are you all right, son? You haven't said a word. You may have some questions and I am here to answer them."

My son looked at me with a blank stare but said nothing.

"Well, I am going to take a shower. You think about what you just saw and ask any questions you may have when I get back, OK?", I said.

With that, I pulled on my undershorts and turned off the computer. I told my son I'd be back in a few minutes. I left him there in a zombie-like state as I headed for the shower.

I wondered if he'd be there when I got back. Either way, we had crossed a line and couldn't go back now. I wondered what questions he might have. I was sure he'd have a few. As I said, we hadn't had the talk about the birds and bees yet. I didn't know if he'd been taught any sex education in school.

Today might serve as a good means to have that talk about the facts of life. I would also tell him what he had to look forward to as his body entered puberty and the changes that would come. I wondered, once we had that talk, how things would go afterward.

Well, I guess I will cross that bridge when I come to it.

Stay tuned and keep stroking.