Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2012 14:48:05 -0600 From: Leon Hall Subject: The Last Time I Saw Mama The Last Time I Saw Mama Chapter 1 by Dream Maker I know that it's been a while since I've written any stories. This is a reminder the last ones I wrote were "daddy and me" and "teaching Jason". I do enjoy and appreciate the responses that came my way. I am still getting responses today. So with that in mind, I decided to put something else together. I hope you enjoy it. Here we go, this story is intended for mature individuals of legal age. If you are offended by stories of sexual activities, especially, those involving incest, you should probably not read this story. If you live in the community where such material is prohibited, you probably shouldn't read this story. Although the better part of the story is nonfiction, a small amount of fiction is thrown in to keep it interesting. I leave it to you to figure which is which. Enjoy, Leon My drive home from school seemed as though it was taking forever. And to my surprise, there was very little traffic on the road. All I could do was think about spending some time with my dad. The more I thought about it, the harder my cock got. If I'm going to discuss my anatomical condition, I should probably bring you up to date. My name is Phil. I attended California State University at Humboldt, California. I'm driving home after completing my first year. I'm looking forward to my summer break. I have not seen my dad for the entire school year. I hope he is looking forward to seeing me as much as I am looking for to seeing him. I should tell you my dad and I have a special bonding relationship. Once again, that leads me right into something that needs to be set up first. I guess you could say the "bonding experience" between my dad and I began when I was 10. I remember when it was because I was in sixth grade. My sixth-grade teacher, Mrs. Stevenson, was, well I didn't know how to express it until now. She was a knockout. Anyway, back to my story. My mom and dad divorced during my sixth grade year. I wasn't quite sure why. I remember when my mom blew up concerning something. There was a lot of yelling and screaming, and she was doing most of the yelling and screaming. I heard her clopping throughout the house on our hardwood floors. I just stayed in my room. Everything became quiet. I put my ear to the door to see if I could hear anything - nothing. I heard their voices as they walked to the front yard. When I look out, I saw dad standing beside the driveway and mom through a suitcase in the backseat, get in the car and drive off. That was the last time I saw her. From then on it was just me and my dad. Without mom around he gave me all of his attention. But one evening his attention became more focused and to the point. Summer break had just started and it was typically warm around our place in Van Nuys. Without mom around, dad and I felt no embarrassment about walking around the house and our underwear. On a couple occasions, I went downstairs to the living room and saw my dad kicking back on the couch with no clothing on it all. All I had on were my jockey shorts. I was on my way to get something to drink out the refrigerator so I really didn't spend a lot of time watching my naked dad. I glanced in his direction on my way back to my room and he looked at me and smiled. It was either pretty late in the evening or pretty early in the morning, I don't remember which. I was in my bedroom lying on top of the sheets and blankets because it was too hot to cover up. Something caused me to wake. I think it was warm breaths on my abdomen. Opening my eyes, I saw my dad kneeling on the floor next to my bed. It was dark enough that he didn't see me open my eyes. What little light I had in my bedroom came from the streetlight through my bedroom window. I only had my eyes open for a brief moment but it was long enough to realize my dad was not wearing anything. I kept my eyes closed, not knowing what to expect next. Then my dad took my tiny penis, (what the hell, it's called a cock) into his hand. He held it in his hand and rubbed the tip with his thumb. It sent shivers up and down my back. But I kept my eyes closed. I guess I kept them closed because I was not sure what I would say if he noticed me watching him. And besides, it felt pretty good. As he felt the head of my cock the shaft jump to attention. Then he began to rub up and down the shaft with his thumb and finger. I could hardly contain myself. What happened next was something my 10 year old mind never thought about. He lowered his head and took my cock and tiny balls all into his mouth. With his mouth closed he began to encircle my cock with his tongue. I let out a whispered moan. After he hurt me moan, he took my cock out of his mouth, and looked at my face. He could see my eyes were wide open. "You want me to stop, son?" "No, I like the way it feels daddy." Once again, he put my cock into his mouth. But this time, he moved his lips up and down my shaft causing me to get harder and harder. I guess he thought he could do it because he knew I was awake and he really didn't need to be sneaky. He said, "You smell so good baby. And your tiny dick taste so good." He continued with, what I know now, was my first blow job. My moans grew louder in my head thrashed from side to side. I had never felt anything so good in my life. "Don't stop, please don't stop, daddy." I said, almost begging. He continued to suck. As he was sucking, he began rolling my little balls around between his forefinger and his thumb. I felt my stomach began to tighten. I began moving my hips up and down causing my cock to go faster in and out of his mouth. My stomach tightened and it was almost too much to bear. I grabbed the covers of my bed with both hands and held tight. All of a sudden, I began jerking, uncontrollably. It felt like I was going to explode. Then he slowed down his sucking and let my balls loose. he looked in my eyes and smiled. "Did you like that son? His voice was so loving. "Yes daddy. That was the bestess feeling I ever had." I released the covers from my hands that were gripping them. I clasp my fingers together and put my hand behind my head. "I'm glad son. You know, daddy loves you very much. One of these days you're going to feel some stuff shooting at of that cock of yours. And if you're anything like your old dad, it's going to be a huge amount." He pushed away from my bed and stood up. It was then I saw his cock was fully erect. Of course, I had seen it before, but never sticking straight out the way it was then. I remember thinking how huge it was. The top of the looked like the helmet that Darth Vader wore. I remember seeing some shiny liquid coming out of the hole. I would later learn people called it pre-cum. Daddy stroked his large cock a few times and turned and walked out of my bedroom. As he turned to close my door, he gave me a smile. I felt like I was still floating on a cloud. I reached down and took a hold of my cock. The head was extremely sensitive, almost to the point where it hurt. All I knew at that point was I needed to pee. I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. The bathroom was between my dad's room in mind. For a long time we were very careful to make sure it was not in use before entering. Lately, it seemed as though it didn't matter. I lifted the lid and stood on my toes. I pointed my still hard cock towards toilet bowl. When I began to pee it felt like it burned a little. But it wasn't bad. I returned to my bed. I don't remember falling asleep.