Date: Thu, 5 Mar 2015 19:00:47 +0000 (UTC) From: Pepper Pot Subject: Please Milk Me, Daddy 2 Please Milk Me, Daddy, 2 By Pepper m/M Incest Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. Over the next week, fourteen-year-old Jake Britton used all his free time to further his plan to totally dominate his dad sexually. He knew he had made a good start by tying the humiliation of making his dad, Joey, drink his pee right from the tap with the excruciating pleasure of having his fourteen-year-old son use his cunning little fingers to masturbate him to a crashing orgasm. Joey was falling deeper under Jake's lewd spell of sexual addiction to his young, sexy son and ever further away from any sort of normal intimate relationship with his wife of twenty years, Jake's mother. Jake, who hated his mom for the time she took away from Joey and him, was jealous of her, and kept planning all sorts of schemes to alienate her further from his dad, whom he wanted all to himself to humiliate and torment sexually. During that intervening week, Jake had demanded to be orally milked three times by Joey, but hadn't milked his dad even once, even by hand, despite Joey's increasingly strident pleadings to be milked by his sexy son. By the end of the week, Joey needed to cum really badly, while Jake was totally sated and enjoying every little minute of his growing dominance over his dad. That Saturday, after his mom had headed out for her job, Jake, once again found himself sitting naked astride Joey's naked chest on his dad and mom's bed. The young boy smirked down at his wriggling dad as Joey tried once again to entice his son to milk him. "Please, Joey. Please milk Daddy. Daddy needs to cum soooooo bad." Jake decided to indulge in a bit of orgasm denial just to prove who was boss here. He reached his arm behind himself and circled the base of his dad's throbbing penis with his small thumb and forefinger just where the base merged with the scrotum. The young boy could feel just how swollen his dad's balls were as they pressed against the back of his bare hand. Though the gripped Joey's boner tightly, Jake's fingers didn't move up the shaft. They just gave his dad's prick base a sexy little squeeze. Jake just adored the sense of power he got from denying his dad the orgasm he so desperately desired. He wanted that feeling to grow and grow and for Joey to beg and beg. "Poor `widdle daddy Bear. Does `um need to cum cum, Daddy Bear?" Jake leaned over and lisped into his dad's ear. "God, yes!" Joey replied. He practically screamed out the words. "Daddy Bear needs to cum cum really bad, Jakey." Jake gave his dad's prick another little squeeze of lewd encouragement. "I just bet by now poor `widdle Daddy Bear is probably thinking about maybe milking himself `cause he needs it soooooo bad. Bad Daddy Bear!" Jake giggled and gave Joey's cock another squeeze. Joey tentatively nodded in sheepish admission. He had been thinking about doing just that. His balls ached from the lack of sexual release as if someone had hit him with a baseball bat between his legs. Jake leaned even further over his dad's face, and lick-whispered into Joey's ear. "Don't you dare, you bad Daddy Bear. Unless you want me to end our little milking sessions for good. You should know by now that all your cum belongs to me, and me only, and I won't let you waste any of it by milking yourself." "If you ever try to milk yourself from now on and waste your cum cum by not giving all of it to me, I'll quit our little milking playtimes right then and there, and then I'll even tell Mommy you made me milk you. You won't like that at all, you bad Daddy Bear." Joey shivered both in fear and humiliation. He knew that if he disobeyed his son's orders just for the sake of one desperate orgasm, Jake would soon learn of it and carry out his frightening threat to end their milking sessions and expose him for the incestuous pedophile he was. "No, Jakey. I won't ever milk myself when you aren't around. I know Daddy Bear's cum cum all belongs to Jakey and that you want it all. Just like I want of your sweet boy cum all for myself." Jake gave his dad's erection another jerking little squeeze as a reward for his continued good behavior. "That's my good little Daddy Bear," Jake purred into his dad's ear. "Does my precious little Daddy Bear want me to milk his bad old peeper for him now?" Joey's face blushed red with humiliation at the way his son was treating him. But he had to admit to himself that letting his son take increasing charge of his sexual needs was making his erection throb and emit little droplets of pre-cum. "Yes, Jakey. Your good little Daddy Bear is begging you to milk his bad old peeper for him. Pleeeeeease, Jakey. Pleeeeeeeease!" Jake couldn't repress the little giggle of triumph that escaped his throat at the sounds his pitiful, submissive dad was making. And this reversal of roles had taken place in just one week. Jake knew that his dad must have been waiting for this moment ever since that time, two years ago, when he had taken Jake to that private party over at Herb Willis's house. It seems that Herb had invited a couple of his buddies to bring their sons to an intimate little swim party over at his house. Jake had been twelve then, and not nearly as aware of things around him as he now was. The swim party consisted of Herb, his fifteen year old son, Sam; Stan Brooks and his fourteen year old son, Robert; and Joey and twelve-year-old Jake. Herb had a pool, a large, in-ground affair located in his back yard. A while back, Herb had constructed a high wooden fence around the pool enclosure to prevent it from being an attractive nuisance to the neighborhood kids, or so he said. Actually, the fence was there to provide total privacy that protected Herb, Sam, and anyone else who swam in the pool from prying eyes. The pool party had begun innocently enough with the boys and their dads swimming and frolicking around in the pool, then sitting around the pool on lawn chairs, talking and generally having fun together. Herb was grilling burgers on his big, propane grill and getting supper ready for the whole crew. When the burgers were ready, Herb sent Sam into the house to fetch the green salad and burger buns. The big picnic table by the pool had already been set out with paper plates and bowls, condiments, drink cups, paper napkins, and plastic utensils. When Sam brought out the salad and buns, he put them on the picnic table, and Herb told everyone to grab a plate and come get a burger. About that time, Stan said how much better those burgers would taste if they all had some beers to go with them. Herb looked around the group and said, "Well, for us guys, that's true. But you know I can't serve beer to the boys. They're under age." Then Joey piped up with, "Ah, Herb. Let `em have a beer or two. We guys are all here to watch out for them and they won't do anything stupid or dangerous." Herb started to shake his head `no,' when Stan chimed in. "Sure, Herb. I have a whole case of brewskies on ice out in my trunk for just such a father-son occasion as this. You supply the burgers and I'll supply the beers. We won't say anything to anyone about it and the boys can handle it okay. Can't ya' boys" All three of the teen boys said "Yeah. We can handle a couple beers!" Before Herb could say anything else, Stan and Joey jumped up, walked out to Stan's car, and brought back a hugh rolling cooler full of 16 ounce cans of beer on ice. As the dads and their sons ate, everyone hit the cooler and grabbed cold cans of beer. They continued to drink even after the meal was finished and the table had been cleared. Within an hour, all three dads and their sons were pretty much looped. Then the real reason for Herb's party became evident. Herb and Sam had gotten back into the pool and were horsing around. Everyone could see that Herb had grabbed his son by the waistband of his swim trunks and was pulling them off. "Grab ass, grab ass!" Herb was yelling as he pulled his son's swim suit down clean off the boy's slim hips. Stan looked over at Robert and nodded meaningfully. "Get in the pool, boy and let's see if I'm too drunk to grab those baggy shorts off your ass." Robert giggled like a little girl and jumped right into the pool, followed immediately by his whooping dad. Within no time at all, Stan had caught up to his squealing son and had ripped off his swimsuit as well. Herb was now gripping Sam by his erect little penis and was pulling him around the pool like some sort of perverted little sex toy. Sam was returning the favor by squeezing his dad's bulge inside his swim trunks. Not only did Sam not seem to mind this prurient attention his dad was giving his little stiffie, the boy really seemed to be liking it. And Herb was hunching his hand against his son's groping hand. It was as if this was not the first time Herb had gotten his son to be his pedo little pull toy. Stan was in the shallow end of the pool squatted down with his face in the water, blowing air bubbles against Robert's naked crotch. Robert continued his giggle fit and he was obviously enjoying what his dad was doing. Jake couldn't be sure, but it looked like Stan had Robert's stiffie in his mouth. Neither boy seemed at all embarrassed by their dads' antics. In fact, they seemed to be getting off on them. Joey smiled over at Jake. "You want to join the fun, son?" he said in a husky voice that Jake had never heard before from his dad. Jake was more than a little bit non-plussed by all this father-son frolicking in the pool. The beers he had drunk made him a bit woozy, and so he didn't really see anything amiss as Herb and Stan continued to play with their naked sons in the pool. "Please, Jakey. Let's go play in the pool like the other guys. It's really fun." Jake noticed the bulge in the front of his dad's swim suit, but his besotted brain chalked it up to the fact that Joey must need to pee real bad. For the past few months, Jake's own penis had been hard every morning when he woke up, and he knew that was because he had to pee. "Please, Jakey. Let's go play in the pool." Something about all this made Jake a bit frightened, and he shook his head `no'. "I wanna go home, now, Daddy," the young boy whispered. "I don't like this." Joey realized that he had tried to bring his son out a little too early. As it turned out, he had to wait two whole years to get Jake interested in this kind of father-son play. But when the boy finally got to liking it, he did so in a really big way! Jake was brought back to the present from his memories of that pedo pool party by the sound of his dad's pitiful begging to be milked. "Come on, Jakey. Please milk poor `widdle Daddy Bear. You said you wanted all Daddy Bear's cum cum. Well, here it is waiting just for you." Joey slid his own hand over his son's small fingers with which Jake had encircled his erect shaft to emphasize his need for release. "Please, Jakey. Milk Daddy Bear and suck out all his yummy cum cum." Jake squeezed his dad's erection real hard, causing Joey to groan deep in his throat. "I know Daddy Bear Wants to cum cum real bad. But Jakey wants something, too." Joey raised up off his bed. "What, Jakey? What does Jakey want his Daddy Bear to do?" There was more than a hint of hoped for submissiveness in Joey's voice. He was increasingly being driven by his own growing submissiveness to service his young son in whatever way Jake desired. Without saying a word, Jake swung around on his dad's chest so he was facing Joey's blood-gorged penis. He slid his rear up his dad's chest, then got up on his haunches, right over Joey's face. "Jakey wants his good little Daddy Bear to lick his cute little botty hole." Jake said it straight out, as if his request were the same as if he had asked for another piece of bread at dinner. Joey tensed. He had drunk his son's pee more than once in the last week, and now Jake was adding to that indignity by ordering his dad to lick his tight little boy rosette. Half of Joey's mind wanted to refuse to oblige his young son's lewd order, while the other half wriggled at yet another proof that the boy was beginning to take total control over his entire sexual being. He knew that if he did as ordered, Jake would take this as a sign that he could heap additional humiliations and indignities upon him in the future. And suddenly, he didn't care whether that was true or not. He just wanted to obey his son's lewd sexual whims and then try his best to persuade Jake to milk his throbbing prick until all the man cum he had stored up over the past week blasted out of his balls into the boy's warm, moist, sucking, young mouth. Jake dutifully lifted his head off the pillow, used his two hands to spread his son's bubble butt cheeks, and then began licking along the moist boy crack until he found the exact place that Jake had ordered him to lodge his tongue. Jake squealed happily as his dad licked and jabbed his probing tongue all around the boy's tight little fundament. The sexual sensation Joey was giving the boy was awesome, but even more powerful was the flashing realization that Jake was getting his boy butt hole licked by his own dad, and that Jake had ordered him to do it, and that he really was doing it. The stimulating sensation and the overpowering rush of domination over his dad almost made Jake cum right then and there. But instead of allowing himself to be swept away, the boy settled back, squatted down over Joey's exciting tongue, and just let the wonderful sensations of being expertly rimmed by his dad carry him along for a while. As wave after wave of prurient pleasure washed over the boy, his small fingers began to slide rhythmically up and down his dad's engorged prick. Jake's small hand moved faster and faster and Joey's licking tongue swirled faster and faster. Pre-cum oozed from the heads of both of their erections as father and son approached their climaxes. Jake suddenly got up on his knees so his stiffie could hang down where Joey's greedy lips could capture it. Then Jake leaned forward on his elbows and wrapped his sweet young lips around the head of his dad's throbbing shaft. Boy lips and man lips caressed the heads of their respective pricks. Both warm, soft mouths sucked and sucked. Both darting tongues swirled around and around the throbbing shafts that were pressed so tightly against them. Both penises suddenly began to spit as if they had been turned on by the same switch. Both father and son moaned and wriggled as orgasmic bliss overtook them. Both smacked their lips over the yummy hot cum cum treat each had given the other. As Jake and Joey lay together in the afterglow of their sated lust, side by side, absently fondling each other's limp pricks, Jake decided to press on to the next level of his dad's degradation. "Dear little Daddy Bear. I think it would be so dirty cool if I could stand outside your bedroom door tonight and listen to you fuck Mommy." Once again, Jake said the words in an off-hand sort of manner that belied the lewdness of what he was saying. Joey's prick twitched at the sound of his young son's lewd suggestion. Would he get stimulated by knowing his son was right outside his bedroom door, listening to every sound he and Jake's mom made as they were fucking? Would his heart race in sordid delight knowing his son had actually ordered him to fuck the boy's mother? His prick gave another twitch as if to answer his unspoken question. "I think that would be dirty cool, too, Jakey," Joey purred languidly. "But Daddy Bear is all cummed out because of my lover boy's first class milking job on his Daddy Bear." "I got nothing to fuck your Mommy with, son," Joey half whined, half giggled. Jake suddenly pinched the head of his dad's penis between thumb and forefinger till Joey began to writhe around on the bed in pain. Even though he wanted to slap his son's punishing fingers away, he knew that to do so might make Jake angry, and lose him the milking sessions to which he had become addicted. "I know Daddy Bear is all cummed out. But I want to listen to you fucking Mommy anyway. So, I want you to make her suck you off so you'll get hard. Then you can fuck her and I can listen to all those goofy noises she makes when you're fucking her. They make me laugh." Joey groaned. "Jakey. Mommy doesn't like sucking me off. I know you do, but she doesn't." "I don't know if I can make her do it." Jake heard his dad's pitiful whining, and knew he had to win this round. His punishing fingers pinched just a bit harder, causing Joey to squeal like a little girl. "So what if Mommy doesn't like sucking you off to get you hard, Daddy Bear. I want to listen to you fucking her anyway, so you had better think up some way to do it." There was a demanding, no-nonsense quality to Jake's last statement that made Joey know in no uncertain terms what he had better do. Joey tried once again to weasel out of doing what Jake had told him to do. "Jakey. Listen, son. Even if I could get hard again, I got no cum left in my balls. You got it all, baby. I'd be shooting blanks, even if I could fuck Mommy." Jake let go of his dad's tormented prick and leaned over and kissed his dad hard on the mouth. Joey groaned languidly as his son's tantalizing little tongue swirled around inside his hungry mouth. After a while, Jake broke the soul kiss and looked into his dad's eyes. When he saw the hopeful expression on Joey's face, Jake couldn't repress a little triumphant giggle. "You are my good little Daddy Bear, aren't you?" Joey nodded. "You want to keep playing `Milk Jakey', don't you?" Joey nodded again. "Well, Daddy Bear. If I get to listen to you fucking Mommy tonight, I'm going to give you a really nice yummy treat. Don't you want your yummy treat, Daddy Bear?" Joey nodded again, resignedly. He would have to figure out some way to do what his son had commanded. He just would have to do it. Jake saw the surrender in his dad's eyes. He smiled his most winsome smile and stuck out his pink tongue for Joey to suck. As his dad contentedly sucked on Jake's outstretched tongue, the boy began scheming a dirty little scheme for that night. That night, as soon as he could sense his parents had gone to bed, Jake snuck out of his bedroom and stepped noiselessly down the hall to his dad's bedroom door. He could clearly hear his parents talking. As he listened, his smile of triumph grew and grew, as did his erection while his small fingers played and fondled. Jake could hear Joey pleading with his wife and it made him happy to hear what a pitiful subby slut his dad had become. He could hear Joey's lament that he wanted to fuck his mom so bad but he couldn't get it up so she would have to suck him off to get him erect. He could hear her angry reply that she did not want to suck him off, followed by more pleading from Joey. Jake found his dad's begging so humiliating that he almost laughed out loud. But he stifled his laughter so he could hear more of what his parents were saying. After a while, Jake's mom became so tired of listening to her pitiful husband whining that she relented and began sucking off his flaccid penis. Jake could hear the slurping and sucking noises she was making and they caused his prick to throb as he remembered that his own sweet young lips had been doing the exact same thing just a few hours ago. Jake knew that his mommy could suck for all she was worth, but Jake had beat her to all the goodies. Unlike his mom, Jake had gotten a mouthful of sweet daddy cum for his efforts. The thought that she would get nothing made him smile. Jake could tell after a long time that his mom's prurient efforts had finally dragged an erection out of his dad. Jake smiled even broader when he heard his dad tell his mommy that he would have to put on a cock ring to keep it up. What an insult to Jake's mom. Jake loved it. Knowing that Jake was on the other side of the door, and knowing that his son wanted to hear a real dirty show, Joey fucked and fucked his wife, his increasingly sore erection secured by his tight cock ring. Jake heard his mom go through several explosive orgasms, and he knew deep down he would have to punish his dad later for giving her such sexual pleasure. The thought of punishing his dad made the pearly pre-cum ooze from his young prick. That, plus the fact that Jake knew that his dad's prick must be red and sore from all that fucking. Finally, Jake heard his mom demand that Joey stop fucking her. Even though he had given her some super orgasms, his continued fucking had made her pussy so sore she probably wouldn't be able to walk right for a couple days. Hoping that Jake had heard enough to satisfy his lewd demands, Joey did as his wife told him. During the whole time, Joey had not had even one little cum, so drained was he from his son's milking earlier that day. Jake could hear his mom ask his dad what was going on, why all the fucking and no cums for him. Joey made some lame excuses about being too drunk to cum. But Jake could tell his mom knew that wasn't the real reason. Her obvious confusion made Jake drip even more out of the end of his penis. The more confused she was about her sex life with Joey, the better Jake liked it. Seeing that he wasn't convincing his wife about the cause of his lack of cumming, Joey climbed off the bed, telling his wife he needed a shower and for her to just go to sleep. Joey opened the bedroom door just wide enough to slip through and bumped into his excited son as he was closing the bedroom door. Without a word being said, Jake took his dad's arm and led him down the hall to his own bedroom. Once inside, Jake put his hands on his dad's naked shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. Without any protest, Joey obediently opened his mouth and Jake pressed his rock hard prick right between his dad's parted lips. Joey reached around until he found his dad's ears, grabbed them, and held Joey's head in place while he face fucked his dad until his explosive orgasm spat load after load of sweet boy cum deep down Joey's throat. "That's my good little Daddy Bear. Such a good little Daddy Bear." Jake smiled down at his dad as Joey sucked and licked for all he was worth. "You look so good down on your knees, Daddy Bear, while you milk me. From now on, that's how I want you to do it. On your knees right where you belong." Hearing these humiliating words spoken by his son, Joey's only response was a re-doubling of his efforts to suck Jake's prick dry. His cock ring hurt like the very devil, and his penis was rough and sore, but the pain he felt only added to the sick feeling of delicious humiliation. Jake was right. On his knees before his son was exactly where Joey belonged from now on. When Jake's post orgasmic tremor had finally subsided, he removed his deflating penis from his dad's mouth. "Go take a shower, Daddy Bear. Just like you told Mommy you would. But don't wash out your mouth or brush your teeth." Joey merely nodded his obedience of his son's latest orders. "Good little Daddy Bear. When you're all clean, go back to bed and tongue kiss Mommy good night so she will have some of my yummy left over cum in her mouth. That'll be almost as good as having her suck me off." Joey shuddered at the lewdness of his son's directions, but nodded agreement that he would do what Jake told him. "I want Mommy to taste my cum cum in your mouth, Daddy Bear. She might not know what it is, but we will." As his dad got up off his knees to do Jake's bidding, the young boy got another hard erection just thinking about what he was making Joey do. Jake went to bed that night with all sorts of dreams and schemes floating around in his head. He knew that he was making his dad climb ever further down into the well of subservience, and he was going to try to find out just how deep that well was. And he knew that Joey was loving every new part of that downward journey just as much as he was. This work is copyright (c) 2015 by Pepper. You may download and retain a copy for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the copy. Please do not post this story to any web site without permission from the author. All other rights reserved. No alteration of the contents is permitted. Pepper can be reached at: pepper3012004@Yahoo.com