Date: Mon, 2 Oct 2017 15:37:15 +0100
From: Peter Smith <theskyboss86@gmail.com>
Subject: Seduced by My Sexy Son

Seduced by my Sexy Son!

You'll probably think that I'm really bad. I don't care anymore. Ever since
Kevin came home for the summer holidays I couldn't resist him. Mayb it was
the break, he was quite a nerdy kid before he left, but since he came back
from university he'd become taller, more confident, closer to being a man
than a boy. I was never really into men before, I'm still not really into
men, but when Kevin walks into the room my breath stops. My son, Kevin, who
I've loved and cared for since he was just a baby, now he takes my breath
away.

When he came home two weeks ago it had already been six months since
Christmas. His mother and I had visited him at Christmas and now here he
was again, looking so grown up! I will never forget that moment, waiting
for him at the train station. I will never forget seeing him walking out as
a confident young man. His once soft and boyish features were now stronger
and more mature, they still weren't rugged and manly, but like a cherrub,
he definitely wasn't a boy anymore either.

Kevin's hair was now spiked and short. Unlike when he left home with that
floppy unkempt mess. His whisps of hair around his chin had been shaved
into a pretty faint goatee that sat prominently on that angular soft
chin. His spots had vanished and his skin showed almoswt no sign of what it
had been like just months before. He'd even developed a sense of style with
his thin flourescent green high collared jacket over his white wife beater
and faded jeans. His shoulders had filled out a little too! They still
weren't round like a proper grown man's, but they were much stronger
looking than a few months ago when he left home.

"Hey Dad!" He had hugged me more effusively than he'd ever done before. The
moment those strong arms wrapped around me I felt my stomach go crazy with
butterflies. I didn't quite have the words for it at that moment but I was
falling in love with my son.

I'd wrestled Kevin as a boy and as a teen, we'd wrestled each other lots
and I'd always won. In his embrace outside the trainstation I had, for the
first time, the feeling that I was aging and he was getting stronger. For
the first time I became aware that I might not beat him in a fight this
time and it actually filled me with such pride! This young boy!

I had helped him to become a man!

At home life passed by as normal for the first few days. Kevin, bigger than
before, still fit into his old bedroom. At first non of us really noticed
that he wasn't a child any more. His mother and I cooked dinner, he ate, he
helped us clear the table, we sat and watched TV, we slept. We filled our
days with the trivial everyday family stuff that had characterised our
lives before he had gone to pursue his further education.

I sat satiated after dinner, watching Kevin clear the plates as his mother
put dessert into the oven. Kevin sure had filled out. Under his blue and
white striped top, his smooth abs were easy to see. His arms, still a
little too long and thin, were the sort of lean and strong long arms of a
man about to turn twenty soon. There was now a confidence to Kevin's walk
which had been missing before university, although he still didn't know
half as much about the world as he clearly thought he did, he knew so much
more than when he'd left.

Watching him move filled me with an awareness of the butterflies in my
stomach. It was hard to believe that this young man had so recently been a
boy. This delightful, charming young man with his cute little goatee! I
know, it's cliche and it really looked so awful because he still had these
pathetic whisps of hair, but yes, he had a goatee. He had only five minutes
ago needed my help to learn how to shave. I was in awe of this thing that I
had created. Every step he took filled me with doting excitement.

One night he caught me looking and our eyes met for a long time. It was
Kevin who got red with embarrassment first. He grinned and turned away,
looking to his phone nervously to distract from my overtly amourous
glances. After a short while of tentatively looking at his phone he looked
back up at me and saw that I'd also turned beetroot red. The boy I'd raised
wasn't completely gone because he hesitated for a long second before coming
right up to me and completely red in the face -- he planted a kiss on my
cheek -- before scarpering off to his room again.

That night I tossed and turned in bed lying next to his mother. She had
tried to make love to me and I was able to feign being full of food from
dinner, palming her off with a quick fingering. Truthfully I was completely
conflicted. I wanted Kevin more than I had ever wanted anyone in my
life. His mother rolled around in her sleep, her wet pussy sloshing around
between her legs, the bed thick with her juices and our sweat. All I could
think about was Kevin. All I wanted was to hold Kevin. To kiss his
beautiful young face. To father him in the most intimate possible way. I
was feeling a little sick as the clock approached 3am. I had to be up for
work in four hours.

The summer heat and the smell of Kevin's mother didn't sit well with my
conflicted stomach. My head was feeling like a washingmachine so I decided
to go and pour myself a glass of water and see if that would help me to
sleep. I stood in the kitchen for a short while trying to make sense of the
conflicting feelings that werebouncing around my head. My Kevin. The little
boy who used to run and cuddle up to his mother and I because he thought
there were monsters in his bed. The little teenage boy who made us watch
the entire of Star Trek Voyager. The little boy who I taught to shave that
terrible catterpillar moustache was now a handsome young man. A handsome
young man who I wanted to hold and worship.

That night, you might not be surprised to hear, I didn't sleep a wink. When
my wife heard about how I hadn't slept she immediately lept to the
conclusion that I had a stomach bug. I didn't talk her out of this
illusion. She called up my work and told them I wasn't well enough to go in
and she instructed Kevin to look after me, reminding him of how to make tea
and chicken soup.

Most of the morning was spent with me lying on the sofa and Kevin wandering
back and forth offering me cups of tea and pots of soup. It wasn't
unpleasant. Being `ill' was actually quite nice. Kevin relaxed more with
his mother out of the house. He lounged around in nothing but his checkered
boxer shorts, barely hiding his big dick. He seemed to scratch his balls
more when there wasn't a woman in the house.

The TV was beyond monotonous. There was some show with a police officer. A
family were in trouble. Their baby boy had vanished. There were explosions,
terrible scuffles and lots of tears when the baby boy's body was
discovered, limp and lifeless. I started crying at the sight of this
pathetic family and the thought of losing my baby boy.

Kevin walked into the room upon hearing me crying. He stood there in
nothing but his boxer shorts, his hand down his pants cupping his balls and
his other hand scratching his smooth toned belly. This perfect sight made
me chuckle through the tears.

Kevin looked completely perplexed for a protracted moment and then he came
over to the sofa and curled up next to me. His long slender body wrapped
around my side and felt so smooth and toned. He gently kissed my cheek, his
lips pressing into the warmth of my tears. Then he nestled his head into
the crux of my neck and my tears slowly subsided. His legs wrapped around
my waist and his arms around my chest. We lay there like this, breathing
gently, basking in each others loving touch, for as long as I could
remember. We slept but I couldn't be sure for how long.

The feel of Kevin's skin had a tickly soft quality to it. Every bit of me
that touched a bit of him felt like cotton candy heaven. When I closed my
eyes I saw the parts where we touched as pure white light. When I opened my
eyes, in the bright beam of summer light that shone in from the living room
window, I saw his slender figure as cupid. Golden wings seemed to hang upon
his back. I loved him so much I wanted to cry. Kevin stirred slightly, his
crotch pressing into my side, I became aware that he had a homunculous
hardon. He had the sort of wood you would use to jam a door! I was further
confused. I'd never felt another man's erection up close before and it
actually felt good. It was HOT! Not just sexy hot but HOT hot! He sighed
lightly and rubbed his thigh into me, his hottness pushing into my side. He
stirred a little more, his eyes half fluttering to life. Catching my gaze
he suddenly looked very coy, averting his shy tired eyes with a little
giggle.

I was a hostage to the army of butterflies in my heart and stomach. I found
my hand on Kevin's cheek as I pulled him in to a kiss. Now my dick started
getting hard. Straining itself against the fabric of my underwear. Kevin's
lips were soft like I had expected them to be. They were smooth and
moist. The faint goatee that hung under them tickled me gently. My hands
felt so big on his thin twink body. The back of his head was male in size
but boy in feeling. The hair was so soft and the skin yielded so easily
under my fingers.

Kevin's tongue was tentative. Was he scared? My tongue felt big in his
mouth. The longer our lips stayed locked the more his cute little body
seemed to melt into my hands. His tongue felt so smooth against the inside
of my mouth. His hard cock pressed into my side with a forcefullness that
felt like it didn't belong with the smoothness of his body.

It was just as his hand found its way to my dick, hard as a brick, that
there was suddenly the sound of a key in the front door. My wife - Kevin's
mother - was home. We both froze, our hardons suddenly disappeared and we
both looked into each others eyes with wild terror. Kevin, mouthed the
words `What the fuck!?'

With a quick breath of air he jumped up off the sofa and ran to his
room. The front door clinked open and my wife walked in. Kevin's bedroom
door slammed shut just as his Mum walked in to find me on the sofa covered
in sweat.

"Oh honey!" she came and kissed me on the forehead.

That evening was bizarre. Dinner was an awkward, slow affair. Kevin, out of
the blue, opted to go out and eat with some of his old school friends. My
wife and I sat around eating, engaging in idle chit chat. She told me that
if I didn't sleep well again tonight I was not going to work tomorrow. I
hoped to have the day to talk to Kevin. I needed to talk to Kevin. I wanted
to hold him and kiss him. It was ridiculous, I felt ridiculous. How could I
be in love with my own son? Would I really risk my marriage, my family, to
hold this young boy? BOY! He was my boy!

The night played out just like the last one had played out. I didn't sleep
at all. Luckily my wife didn't expect me to please her. The thought of her
pussy made me a little queasy right now. The thought of my little lad's
hard boy toy, now that got me excited. The thought of my older body being
his play thing, that turned me on. It was ridiculous, I thought in a
constant loop. My mind raced back and forth from excitement to horror.

Like the night before I drank some water and this time Kevin crept into the
kitchen. He walked up to me in nothing but his boxer shorts. He walked
rigth up to me and hugged me around the waist, resting his little head on
my big hairy chest.

"Daddy." He sighed the word out. I rested my hand on the top of his head,
feeling my heartbeat reverberating though his head into my hand.

"Yes son?" I tried to keep my voice from quivering.

He looked up at me, his arms around my chest, his head resting on my
breast, my nipple looking like a microphone next to his mouth. "I really
want you daddy."

"I want you too Kevin..."

He moved in to start kissing me with a slight air of hesitation. I
hesitated too, I pulled back and both of our eyes met. We glared into each
others souls with an excited horror at the magnitude of what we were
undertaking. I understood at that moment, my big arms around his slim body,
that there was no going back, if we committed to this it was a new chapter
in our lives.

That night we kissed under the moon light that flowed in through the
kitchen window. His lips were perfect and soft. They filled me with
joy. Every soft caress of those beautiful pink little lips was like a wave
of silvery pleasure. I held him firm with my big hands as my firm manly
lips explored the soft and long expanse of his neck. As my lips worked
along the nape of his neck and towards the slender roundness of his
shoulders, I left a trail of saliva behind me. Kevin let out a soft moan of
surrender as I kissed his neck. His arms grasped my neck like he was
holding on for dear life.

There was something so powerful yet so weak in Kevin's embrace. His arms,
these arms that could now take me in a fight, felt so weak and small in my
embrace. My lips worked down towards his nipple that sat like a raspberry
on his pert little chest. I allowed my lips to fondle his nipple, I
savoured his soft boyish scent and the tender texture of his tits. In
another moment I pincered his tit between my teeth and flicked it with my
tongue. This made him stumble back slightly and he let out a moan of pure
ecstasy as my hands mauled lovingly at his slender side and his donkey
dick.

Yes, my little boy had grown up to have a donkey dick. I don't even like
dicks, but this one filled me with awe. I found myself kissing along the
smooth skin and hard muscles of his abs towards that dick which flopped out
of his boxer shorts like a diving board. It bobbed up and down in front of
my face. I'd never done this before but I wasn't shying away from the
challenge of pleasing my boy. There was no part of this body that I didn't
want to love.

At first I was momentarily taken back by the scent of dick. The soft odour
of under his foreskin wasn't like pussy. But then pussy had taken me a
while to get used to. Once I felt him in my mouth. Once I looked up and saw
my beautiful boy standing over me, his hard card channeling my love from my
mouth to his pulsating body, I knew it was worth it. Kevin's hands gently
massaged the back of my head, pulling me closer and closer to the line of
his pubes as I took ever more of him into my mouth. I loved the feeling of
the underside of his dick, the soft smooth bit that gave way under the
pressure of my tongue. With my hands I fondled his bum and his balls. I
loved the sound of him moaning. I loved knowing that I was pleasuring this
beautiful young man.

Then I was on my feet again, my tongue deep inside his mouth. His dick
generated its own heat as it pushed into my belly. My cock was hard too. I
felt Kevin's hand fondling my balls, his other hand tweaking my
nipples. The sensation of my nipples being tweaked sent waves of pleasure
that borderlined with pain along my spine. Kevin's hand suddenly found my
hard member as he tweaked my nipple. He fell to his knees and devoured me
effortlessly. I had to hold on to his head and the kitchen counter
simultaneously. I could feel his tongue in his mouth as it explored my
shaft. That mouth I had kissed good night as a kid.

Kevin kept sucking me off with meticulous gentle detail when I heard his
mothers voice from the bedroom. Kevin's head was sheltered from view by the
kitchen counter.

"Honey, are you ok?" She sounded barely conscious.

"Yeah, just a minute baby..." I said.

Kevin didn't stop sucking me off the whole time. I felt myself in his mouth
getting harder. He was clearly turned on by the experience because he was
sucking me even harder than before, working my shaft with such vigorous
detail that I felt my eyes rolling in the back of my head. Waves of
electric joy were running up my spine and I realised I was close to
shooting in my boys mouth. I pulled my rod out of his mouth, he looked up
at me puzzled but hungry. His mouth was open, begging for more. His eyes
widened like a kicked puppy.

I pulled him to his feet, kissed him quickly and then turned him around. I
guess it was because of `Broke Back Mountain' that I knew this was the
right thing to do. I spat on his smooth little hole. I leaned in and rubbed
the spit deeper with my tongue. His hole was tight but actually smelt kind
of nice. I'd innitially been afraid of licking it, but it actually tasted
really fucking good. With every stroke of my tongue, his hole got a little
looser and wetter.

The sensation of his pucker little hole on my tongue mixed with the sound
of his moans and the feeling of his hips in my hands, it all quickly added
up and I was lost to the feeling of his cute little butt cheeks wrapped
around my face. The hot wettness that grew around my face. My tongue and
lips whirring at his hole like a starved dog at a bowl of food! I couldn't
resist. I wanted to get deeper into him. I wanted to devour him. I felt my
rod down between my legs, harder than I had ever been! Straining with the
need to fill Kevin.

I felt his hand on the back of my head pulling me in deeper. Pulling my
tongue till it strained against his little hole. Till I felt it pass
through the sphincter, past the wet resistance of his little hole and till
it just couldn't stretch out any furhter because it was starting to hurt my
jaw!

When the pain in my jaw started to catch up with the joy in soul, I eased
off slightly. I pulled back from Kevin's ass and just admired the view for
a moment. Both cheeks were like two gorgeous, perfectly formed peaches. I
couldn't resist nibbling on his left bum cheek.

Moments later I was stood up. Kevin rubbed his sopping wet cunt up against
my raging hardon. His back arched and his hands pushed down on the kitchen
counter for support. We kissed passionately. With my eyes closed I saw us
wrapped in white light as we kissed. Then the end of my prick suddenly
slipped into his tight wet hole. It stayed there for a moment as we
breathed steadily. The feeling of my raw cock head in his raw wet hole made
me gasp sligthly. It made my eyes roll in my head. I pushed slightly,
feeling his arse spreading to accomodate me.

With one hand I mauled his dick, with the other I played with his raspberry
nipples. I leaned in and kissed the side of his neck before breathing into
his ear and finally sticking my tongue deep down his ear hole. His moans,
the size of my hands on his little body, all of this excited my raw dick as
I pulled back and forth into his pucker little hole. It was so wet from my
spit but it was also still quite tight. I gently moved back and forth,
feeling him getting looser with each stroke. As my raw cock eased him up
slightly I kept up the motion, getting faster and faster. Hearing my boy
moaning like that in my arms was just heavenly.

Feeling my boy shaking with joy in my arms just filled me with
adoration. Knowing that it was my prick that was making my boy so happy
sent wave after orgasmic wave through my hard dick. The soft tight feeling
of his arse that hugged me so snugly was incredible. As my strokes got more
aggressive, as the feeling of his arse got more and more maliable, I began
to feel my balls banging into his, I watched as his little muscular back
wobbled. Observing the line of his spine and the thumb dents on his lower
back. I was pulling my rod the entire way out now before impaling him as I
drove it back all the way till my balls slapped against his.

I kept kissing his ear as I fucked him hard like this.

"I'm really close to shooting!" I said into his ear.

"Do it daddy! Cum in my ass!" He gasped before kissing me.

This drove my dick wild and I couldn't help but fuck him even harder. I
don't know how I kept it up because my hips must have been shaking! I was
banging into him, back, forth, in, out! In, out, in, out! It was SO smooth
and soft now. So warm. So raw. So natural. I felt my hands mauling his
body. I felt his hard cock. I felt my own hard raw dick in his arse and
suddenly I started to shoot deep in him. I felt my cum just jizzing out in
wave after wave. I shuddered with pleasure and a grunt with each new stroke
as I pumped my boy full of my man juice.

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