Date: Mon, 28 Dec 2020 12:45:42 +0000 (UTC) From: Ken Coomber Subject: Totally Unexpected! (gay/incest) Totally Unexpected! by Ken C. Nifty.org runs this website for everyone's enjoyment free of charge. But it requires money to continue operating. I urge everyone who reads stories on Nifty.org to donate to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html to allow the website to remain operating for your enjoyment. I can always be contacted through the email address listed at the top of this story's header for any comments either negative or positive you may want to offer as feedback. ****************************************************************** As a parent I had always wanted to never be like my own father. No, don't get me wrong. My dad although extremely strict and narrow minded, was and still is a hero of mine and I bless him for some of the values he placed in my head as I grew up. WE never had the problem arise in his fathered siblings, as all of us grew up to be perfectly normal heterosexuals, that got married had kids of our own to love, cherish and help to raise up to adulthood eventually one day. Personally I didn't mind gay people of either persuasion and had quietly had a secret crush on one particular boy back in year 9 at high school. It never amounted to much aside from several chats with him when he wasn't surrounded by his other gay cronies. I know that I spent a number of nights thinking about that year as I masturbated in bed of an evening and it wasn't about girls - that's for sure! So even though I thought I was doing brilliantly in the fathering stakes, my wife Maureen had, unknown to me, been keeping certain secrets from me which when I discovered one of and asked her about it. She shocked me by telling me she thought I might have had the same attitudes as my father in detesting LGBT people, especially one in my "own" family. This had all come about because one afternoon when I came home early and found no one at home, probably due to Xmas shopping and saw the washing still hung out on the clothes line and bought it back inside because of an approaching weather front. I then proceeded to do something I hadn't done in yonks, namely started sorting out the clean clothes by family member to help Maureen, who normally did this sort of thing. Once I'd first sorted the clothes into two distinct piles, namely male and female, I then started sorting and folding clothes from the male pile, which I felt mentally more comfortable doing, while hoping that my wife or one of my two daughters would arrive home shortly to sort out the feminine pile. No such luck. So I started sorting and folding my daughter and wife's clothes, starting with the outer clothes first. I knew from hearing countless times my wife telling our daughters to hang their tops and blouses up on clothes hangers and that way avoiding more ironing than was necessary, so I went a grabbed a bundle from all three wardrobes and proceeded to do this. Then I started on the skirts, and dresses, again using clothes hangers and blessing the fact we lived in a warm climate as most of the clothes were polyester, rayon and other non iron or cool iron fabrics. Pairs of jeans were simply folded in half and left aside for ironing later on along, with several blouses and shirts. Then having done my best to avoid the obvious colourful pile remaining to be sorted, I started on the family's female lingerie. First off were the easy items, pantyhose and stockings, slips, several garter belts and so forth. I admit I was shocked to see the garter belts were in several sizes, which as a dad I had no idea that my two girls wore such items, as I thought they only ever wore pantihose or tights exclusively. I made a silent note to speak about this with Maureen when no one else was around, because a father never wants to think of his daughters being grown up and mature enough to wear garter belts and stockings under their skirts and dresses. My two girls had stopped calling me daddy the moment they individually met with Mother Nature, which surprisingly was also about the time when the household began hosting shouting and screaming tantrums along with mood swings as well as "me" now never being able to understand anything at all, since I was then considered an "oldie" by both my daughters. So I wasn't apprehensive so much as slightly red faced as I began sorting out bras by size labels and besides which my two teenage daughters bra sizes were easy to read. I had a sort of protective father's pride in seeing that my two girls were probably going to grow out to a similar bust size as their mother, whose breasts I had a very intimate knowledge of! Finally I got down to where only female panties needed to be sorted and folded. My wife's intimates were easy to tell and fold up carefully, while I was slightly flummoxed by the fact there were three different sizes of panties aside from my wife's that needed to be folded. It was two pairs in particular in the pile that had me bothered somewhat, because the size on both labels seem to indicate that my younger daughter, then aged 15 was wearing very sexually arousing panties under her clothes, although my eldest's underwear wasn't all simply plain white cotton either. Not exactly happy at what I was seeing and manhandling, while drawing conclusions that might have Susan my youngest daughter grounded till she was 21 or possibly forever, I took the two pairs of offending sex lingerie and placed them in my trousers pocket, trying to remain calm and sensible. When my wife got home along with my two daughters, there stacked on the kitchen table were 6 piles of neatly folded laundry, which stunned my wife to total silence. She recovered enough to thank me for bringing in the washing and folding everything up, before ordering her daughters to put their own clean clothes away while she did the same for hers and mine as well as my two boys, who had not yet made an appearance after being out with friends all day. I didn't get the chance to talk to my wife about the panties I still had in my trousers pockets, until it was time to go to bed for the night. I told her I was worried that our youngest daughter might have friends giving her wrong ideas and produced the two pairs of sexy panties and held them up to show her. My wife's stunned look was soon followed by her asking me to give them to her and she'd get it all sorted out and made me promise not to say anything about it to Susan. Knowing the mother daughter bond both girls had with her, I would have gladly accepted her solution. BUT, I genuinely wanted to know if Susan was wearing other sexy underwear under her clothes and pointed out to Maureen, that I was still head of the family and I wasn't going to have either one of my daughter's parading around and showing herself off in sexy underwear at school during gym and sports classes. All of my wife's persuasive talk didn't make me want to alter how I thought or about the need for me to be with my wife when she talked to Susan about this. Finally my wife sat down on our bed and told me I had to promise never to ever mention this again or she'd see me pay for the consequences as she looked at me very seriously. What she said next left me mute and bewildered. "These pairs of panties don't belong to either of your daughters dear. Now remember you've given me your word you won't do anything rash or angry" she said as if to justify what she was about to tell me next. Honey, these panties are Sebastian's and before you ask, yes I know about him wearing them and that he has several more pairs hidden away in his undies drawers too." I sat there silently with the thought racing through my mind about genetics and had my son inherited a gay gene buried away in my dad's bloodline, because I suddenly remembered when I was 14 ½ years old back in high school. My stunned silence was completely misinterpreted by my wife as she attempted to justify this secret she had never offered to tell me about. "He came to me when he was in 6th grade and asked if he could talk to me without anyone else in the family knowing about it and I said OK since he seemed so scared and frightened. He and a boy named Desmond were walking home after school one day when Desmond told him about his feelings for Seb. Apparently he asked him round to his house, where upstairs in his bedroom, he went and kissed Seb on the lips and slipped a bit of his tongue inside's Seb's mouth, so Seb claimed". "Well dear, you know how pre pubescent boys are about sexual things they don't even understand yet. Seb told me they both ended up lying on this boy's bed and kissing one another, with the boy actually fondling our son's penis through his trousers" Maureen calmly told me, perhaps not sure if I was angry or still in shock at finding out about my youngest son. I was torn between both anger and sexual excitement as I recalled my own fumblings with a boy name Jason back in year 9 as well as the countless masturbating sessions in my bed after lights out, which was why I was remaining so quiet and not interrupting, even momentarily. "Apparently this boy Desmond's family moved away just before Seb started high school, but our youngest son had always told me about anytime they were alone together and what they use to do together alone. Seb promised me they never had physical sex as such, but Seb learned all about making out with another boy, trust me on that score. Seb got to know about other boys his age and slightly older who were gay and liked to cuddle and kiss, so when Seb reached puberty in his freshman year, he asked me all sorts of questions about sex, was he mentally unstable and goodness knows what else Hon" where upon my wife started sniffling and showing watery eyes. Obviously upset at never having told me about any of this and relieved now that I finally knew about it. "He's had several boyfriends now and his latest Eric Bannister seems like a nice boy for him to know. He's about 2 years older than Seb and a Junior at school, but he seems to try and be protective about Seb. I think neither of them would hurt the other, but Seb admits to being submissive and girlish, which is why he wears panties to school on non gym days". It's obvious to me that Eric is the boyfriend in their relationship and even asked me if he'd be allowed to invite Seb across to his house to stay overnight sometime. I think he wants Seb to sleep with him" Maureen candidly told me, as only a mother can when talking about the inevitable happening. Our eldest daughter Jane was apparently no longer a virgin either I also found out that evening. My loud outburst had my wife hurriedly assuring me that both of my girls had had a serious bird s and bees talk with their mother and both were on the pill, although in my youngest girl's case it was because of severe period pains and not for birth control. The only way I got to sleep that evening, was after agreeing to let Maureen handle everything, including letting Seb know about me knowing his sexual preferences and letting him know I wasn't upset or angry, which she told me she also wanted me to talk to him quietly and privately before Xmas (in a week's time) so he and I could come to some sort of resolution about his sexuality. In return for which she'd secretly show me his other female bits and pieces, keep me up to date about his relationships with other boys and suggested I might like to buy him something feminine like a nightie or some other type of women's clothing for Xmas and give it to him out of sight of the rest of the family on Xmas Day. The next morning at breakfast I tried my damnedest not to look at or behave any differently towards Seb, but any chance I got I looked at him much more closely than ever before looking for feminine signs and couldn't find nary a one. He'd always been the least boisterous child in our family, but considering his older brother was an outstanding scholar and athlete in his Senior and final year of high school, had a different girl each week, while his two older sisters were going through that dreaded 15 to 18 year old stage in their lives, so perhaps I'd never really stopped to look at him closely and had missed any tell-tale signs about his sexuality, more so because he never made that much fuss about anything and he never seemed to be in trouble too often. Still I thought I saw him spot me looking at him more closely this morning at breakfast, which I might have brought on by turning my head away quickly to listen to whichever other person was talking at breakfast whenever he looked towards me. I still had to go into work sometime today to assist close down the plant for the Xmas/New Year's break so any thought's I had about Seb left my mind until I got home again. I'd texted my wife several times during the day and got back the same reply of "not yet" to each of my texts, till I got one driving him that said "see me 1st". When I got home, the first thing I did (as I usually did) was to kiss my wife and ask her how her day had been, then any of my daughters who were in the room or ask either of my sons how their day hade gone, typical family behaviour. Today was no different except my two sons were out with friends somewhere, which now had me starting to worry about Seb being out with someone possibly doing something untoward. God, I thought it was only your daughters you ever had to worry over about boyfriends. Now I had a third one I'd start to lose sleep over! With me now being on three blessed week's vacation, I ordered takeaway food for tea and relaxed afterwards watching the television with my wife as we looked at an innumerably repeated Xmas lovey dove movie, while I imbibed enough alcohol to make sure I'd be waking up late tomorrow. When I did it was to a bleary eyed slight hangover and in a relevantly silent house. Damning my normal morning shower and shave routine I stumbled down to the kitchen as quietly as my feet would allow and got myself the quietest breakfast I could manage, cereal, and ate as silently as the spoon scrapping the bowl could be. A few Panadol followed by a shower and shave afterwards helped to transform me into "dad" once more for the rest of the day. It was probably around 2pm when I heard the garage door opening and a car slowly entering it, before my blessed silence was interrupted for the day. Through the echoing hallway I heard my wife and daughter as well as Seb's voice happily chattering away about something I couldn't quite catch the meaning of, before they faded away as doors were closed and voices became muffled. I felt the wonderful hands of my wife begin massaging my shoulders and immediately went into a blissful trance as she worked any remaining stress knots out of them and my body, which ended with me receiving a kiss on the cheek then a giggling inquiry as to whether I'd woken up with a grumpy beared headache. A quick movement and grabbing a hold of her waist and pulling her around onto my lap for a smiling nose kiss had me happily telling her yes, but I'd gotten over it with a few painkillers as we sat there with her happily smiling perched on my lap. We did a few minutes of 40 year old parents silly Xmas smooching before Maureen said she had to get up and begin preparing tea for tonight then managing to get up effortlessly. This being my first day of leave, had me not all that much deceitfully, groaning in disappointment at her having to get off my lap and do so. But not before stealing another half smooch half passionate kiss before letting her. When my ownership of the large screen was stolen by my two daughters for the price of a cheek kiss and a happy inquiry as to how I felt, I decided to retreat to the kitchen for a coffee and gaze at my wife's derriere move about the kitchen. After sitting down and beginning to enjoy the view, all of which I had done countless times through the years, Maureen began bending over further and staying longer bent over trying to find a bowl or pot to show she knew exactly what and why I was doing and she didn't mind in the slightest. When she bent over instead of kneeling to pick up an accidently (I wonder) dropped wooden spoon and showed off her panties, garter belt and stocking tops, my cock went full blown erection and I silently booked a sex session in bed tonight for both of us. Unfortunately or fortunately perhaps, after holding her pose for half a minute's flashing we were both interrupted by Seb's voice embarrassingly saying "pardon me mom, but would you want your daughters seeing you this way" as he nonchalantly opened the fridge door to get a cold can of drink, before closing it and heading to the table where I was still sitting, now red faced at having been caught out as well in my wife's sensually playful husband teasing. Seb sat down next to me and quietly whisper spoke. "Dad, mom had a talk with me while we were out Xmas shopping and she thought it might be a good idea if you and I had a talk without anybody else interrupting. So can you come and see me in my room say in about an hour's time. I need to explain some things to you that mom mightn't have already mentioned" Seb told me. I said I would and he simply stood up and taking his drink left the kitchen. Once I heard retreating footsteps on the staircase, Maureen turned around from where she had been washing vegetables in the kitchen sink and asked me if Seb had just told me he wanted to talk to me. I told her he had and that he wanted to see me in about an hour's time. My wife smiled wickedly at me before telling me "You're going to be in for both a shock and a treat and to remember to lock the door behind me when I went into his room dear, so no one will accidently walk in suddenly. Seb wants to show you what he's all about as well as trying to explain himself to you". With a promise not to get angry when I see him in his room and being told not to go anywhere near it till as she looked up at the kitchen wall clock 4 o'clock, she suggested I should go into the downstairs study and listen to some music in the headphones and she'd come and tell me when it was about time. So I followed her advice and was blissfully listening to some of the music back when we were both teenagers and still enjoyed now. I spent the time sitting down silently mouthing the lyrics coming out of the earphones, thinking of words to say to Seb when we talked, to show him I wasn't angry or ashamed in the slightest. I was already prepared to admit to him I'd had similar feelings once myself, however brief and unfulfilled they'd been, if that was what was needed to bridge the apparent gap in our relationship that he no longer felt he could confide in me, let alone talk to me about his personal life. I felt Maureen's hand tap me lightly on the shoulder signalling it was time for me to go to talk with my son Seb in his room, so I tried to compose myself by trying to remember all the thoughts I had running through in my head as I walked upstairs to his room. In our house, privacy is an expected entitlement for everyone when it comes to having their door closed, so I knocked and waited to be invited in, which I faintly heard before turning the handle. When I opened the door and entered Seb's room, he was nowhere to be seen and I was momentarily stupidly wondering where he was. A soft voice coming from the walk in robe quickly dispelled where Seb was and he calmly walked out of the wardrobe and stood looking at me nervously, yet trying to both smile and adopt a pose. My first thought on seeing him was "wow, he looks like a pretty young teenage girl in that miniskirt and top, OMG this isn't what I was expecting to see". But instead I smiled at him to show I wasn't angry with him or how he was dressed and I was actually starting to get a slight chubby in my own trousers, just simply looking at him. My two daughters while both lovely to my way of thinking, were more like their mother and not exactly mind snapping beautiful to look at, although when their faces were made up, I always thought they looked attractively pretty. Just not the beauty pagent look pretty. They were like their mom, who to me was a striking beauty per say, but more the girl next door type of pretty. You'd certainly look at her or our daughters walking towards you, but maybe not give them a glance from behind after they'd passed you to catch the back of their bodies so much. Seb was the exact opposite the way he was dressed now and looked an absolute show stopper. I didn't exactly what to say and was nervous in case I said the wrong thing straight away, like "Chreest Seb you look drop dead gorgeous in that get up son". Instead I sat down on the bed to give myself a few more moments to gather my thoughts together while patting the bedspace beside me to show him I wanted him to sit down next to me so we could talk. Seb god bless him, behaved as lady would sitting down next to me, smoothing the back of his mini skirt behind him as well as sitting down with both legs closed. I could smell a faint trace of perfume surrounding him and decided I liked the fragrance as well. Good choice son I silently thought. Not a heavy or overpowering perfume. More faint and subtle almost as if the choice to put on some perfume was an afterthought and done very lightly. "Well Seb" I began to say, to have my son immediately interrupt me as the word Seb left my mouth. "Daddy?" WTF! DADDY???? I thought, cheeses!......"I don't want you to be angry with me, but I'd really like you to call me Harmony, dressed the way I am" he said softly. This immediately put me on the back foot, both by his request as to how he wanted me to call him now, as well as how softly feminine he sounded as he spoke. My mind was hurriedly telling me this wasn't just a passing phase in his life, which Maureen had also warned me about. My god, how he looked right now, along with the pretty female name, as well as the soft lilting voice immediately had me thinking I was addressing a beautiful teenage girl, who now possibly thought of herself as one of my daughters. I tried to take back the advantage of speaking first. "That seems very reasonable Harmony. I'd also like to say that you look very attractive in that outfit you're wearing. I'm certain I've seen it on one of my other daughters before. Did you buy it yourself or is it one of your older sister's outfits she loaned to you?" I felt safe at least saying that. And I'd now left it open for her (damn it, how can I think of him/her any other way the way he/she looks right now) to return my opening serve. She momentarily smiled nervously almost shyly, before replying. "The skirt use to be Susan's until she grew out of it and I bought the top I'm wearing with some of my birthday money I got from our aunties and uncles while mom helped me out with my proper size" I was informed and nodded my head in accordingly understanding the scenario outlined to me. "I've got a lot of Susan's hand me down clothes in my clothes drawers as well as some of the hand me down clothes she got from Jane when Jane grew out of them. I've got clothes of my own too, but a lot of my things are from my sisters. But I never wear any hand me down panties or bras" he quickly assured me. "Mom buys me packets of underwear every so often and took me to buy some training bras just after Xmas last year" she/he proudly told me in a matter of fact way. "And the makeup you have on?" I inquired of her, damn it I mean him. Oh, My sister's first showed me how I'd look wearing makeup and then Jane gave me some of her old gunk and I used it to practice putting on and taking off make up daddy" Daddy again! W.T.F. don't I simply nip this in the bud straight away, this minute. No son of mine's going to go around wearing makeup and wearing short skirts and high heels, let alone call me daddy I thought to myself. I've only sat down and talked to her (HIM) to find if this is something genuine or a skilful dodge to mess around with his parents. I'll give him credit for how she/he presents him/herself. She/he really looks like an actual girl dressed the way she/he is. But what about what's under the skirt I thought to myself. She's got a cock under there and there's no way that can be avoided popping out sometime when its least expected or wanted. So I decided to try that angle of attack. "Harmony sweetie", I said in my most understanding voice. "What about your male thingy" I asked while pointing at the front of her/his skirt. I can see you look very lovely at the moment, but what about if you're out somewhere and your skirt blows up and your panties are on display. Uhm don't you think your boy bits will jut out and clearly show your aren't a girl?" I asked. That should be game, set and match I felt. "Daddy I don't have very much down there and I've already started puberty almost two years ago" and with that he lifted the front of his skirt and tugged down the front of his panties which I noticed were red and looked like they were something similar to satin. The sight that confronted me was an almost miniscule small penis, no thicker than one of his skinny nail varnished fingers and about the size of his smallest finger long. I could also just see the minutest of small testicle sacks tightly surrounding his tiny cock. God she/he must get razzed about that in Gym class I silently thought. He should by now at least be growing pubic hair there as well but there was no trace of pubic hair that I could see and I was now looking very carefully at his "man"hood. "There's not much there at all is there daddy? All the other boys in my gym class have bushy hair down there. I even stopped taking showers after gym, because I was starting to get teased about not having much of anything down there" she/he remarked before pulling his panties back up and lowering his skirt again. I did my best to try to make him think things would change for him physically. "You're just a slow grower" I tried to assure him, to have him refute me by pointing out his older brother claimed he was far bigger than her was at his age and began calling him names. Which I recalled HAD seen his brother making cryptic remarks about pebbles and tiny sticks, that now showed me what his brother had meant. Daddy, can I show you some of my clothes I wear so you have a better idea if I'm a boy or a girl?" she/he asked. Based on what I'd seen of his man tackle and how pretty and genuine he looked in a skirt and small heels, I'd already lost my will to fight much further. Besides my own cock had stiffened up considerably seeing the red satin panties he had on and I thought about how I liked it whenever my wife wore panties that colour to bed. "O.K. Harmony, I'll step out for a moment while you get changed and then you can give mom and me our own private fashion parade" I offered to him now thinking I might have to make a few changes in our home very shortly and wanting to have Maureen there to offer suggestions I couldn't even think of, while he smiled in agreed acceptance. So I quietly left the room closing the door behind me to go find my wife and tell her about what had happened so far. It didn't take much searching to find Maureen, who was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a coffe and browsing her mobile phone. "How'd it go dear" she asked me neutrally. "Houston we have a problem" was my reply to her inquiry. "She, damn it, Seb, prefers I call him Harmony when he's dressed as a girl" to which my wife's eyes opened wide in surprise. Maureen I had no idea he'd look so realistically feminine and what with the way he speaks as Harmony, I mean, cheeses he'll be raped by some bigger fag one day when he's out somewhere. We also need to tell him to stop seeing that boy at school you told me asked you if Harm...Seb could stay the night at his house and you think is his boyfriend ASAP. If I were sixteen year old gay boy, I'd want to stab him myself, and it wouldn't be just the once either. "I know what you mean dear. The first time he showed me how he looked dressed up, I almost fainted. OMG he was so pretty and feminine. He puts our daughters to shame. I've taken him out shopping at a shopping mall 20 miles away dressed as a girl, and I have to tell you, he seems not only to appear comfortable out in public, but blends in as if he had always been a girl since the day I gave life to her". My wife's easy use of the feminine pronouns already had her convinced this wasn't a prank. She'd obviously had far longer than I had to accept Seb wasn't really a boy and was a girl in a male body shell. Just then a girlie voice called out from upstairs announcing they were ready, so I took my wife's hand and told her about the fashion parade I and her were about to witness as I led her back upstairs. Thankfully the rest of our brood were out doing last minute Xmas shopping for gifts, so Maureen was able to make it a make believe fashion parade using the upstairs hallway was the catwalk with her and I at the end of the runway. Our son thrilled at the idea and quickly shooed us to the top of the stairwell as he strutted out of his bedroom in a completely different skirt and top from before as well as walking in very high heels. As he walked towards us and turned around to walk back to ward his bedroom door, my wife raised her eyebrows at me and offered a silent look of "what can we do, he looks so pretty and girly" to which I nodded back in affirmation. He also seemed to have mastered the quick change as less than three minutes or so later, he warned he was coming out and came out of his room in a completely different outfit but with the same high heels. Strutted towards us and pirouetted around perfectly to walk back into his bedroom again. It was when he came out several changes later wearing one of his sister's one piece swimsuits that I thought I would have vomited on my feet. Even Maureen looked shocked as her son nonchalantly pirouetted around and halfway back to his room pirouetted around again and walked back towards us, to show off his feminine graceful walk, before turning around a walking back into his room. I'd been discreetly looking at the front of the swimsuit crotch and couldn't see even the slightest of bulges there, as so had Maureen done too as she remarked quietly on the absence of any male bits before I could mention it. The parading of the swimsuit was what turned me stiff as concrete in my trousers, which I managed to hide by a judicious trip to the toilet where I couldn't piss it soft and had to carefully position it inside my underpants. AS few minutes later our "son" in name only came out of his room in a lovely lounge robe tied comfortably at the front as he asked both of us how he looked. MY wife and I joined him in his room where we discussed seriously what he wanted out of life. Was he gay, feminine gay, a boy or a girl and so on. His answers were always the same. He thought of himself as a girl and wanted to go to school next semester as a girl and at a different high school to where he presently went. He was frightened telling us both that fact, but he was genuine in his beliefs. To show him I understood, I related my deep gay secret back in high school, which left both him and my wife stunned momentarily. But he understood what I was attempting to do and was starting to accept me as a father again, even if he called me daddy. Which I said would be OK, provided it was only among this family and never out in public. Then it always had to be dad! Mom then went a got a tape measure and took his body's measurements from top to toe, which caused him to blush, when she said she'd need to measure his little boy bits as well, which she did and showed that he was still wearing the red satin panties underneath I'd seen on him earlier, that had me looking for any bulge out front and finding not even a small bump or even a point where it should have been! Mom then said she'd arrange an appointment for her and Seb to go to the doctors and see how to proceed about what needed to be done next, before getting up and leaving the room to start preparing the evening meal. I sat on Seb's bed beside him as we talked about how his future may look as well as asking which school he preferred to attend if he had a chance to choose. As we sat close to each other on his bed, I took the opportunity to peer down the front of his now loosened short style satin dressing gown and saw a matching red satin camisole underneath. I almost jazzed in my pants at that and began talking to him about the bird and the bees from a female point of view. This entailed me needing to cup and fondle his tiny package which soon saw him sitting on my lap and my other hand caressing his satin clad bottom slowly and sensuously. Soon I had his tiny stiffy as hard as it could be and was masturbating him to a climax in his panties which were soon covered in watery sticky young boy spunk which also coated my fingers and hand on my right hand. Getting him to step out of them so they could go into the wash basket, I now had my son free of any underpants or panties while his lounging coat covered the red satin camisole underneath it. Soon I had loosened the cloth belt enough to let ne obtain easy access to start fondling his tiny nipples and after a few pinches and tweaks saw each of them pointy hard pebble sized lumps which left Seb squirming and wriggling on my lap. Asking him to stand up while his old man got comfortable in his own trousers, allowed me to unzip my trousers and pull out a steel hardened cock leaking precum from the tip. Picking him up and turning him round to face me I lowered him onto my lap where my hard cock nestled in between his butt cheeks and began smearing the area with my now leaking prodigiously precum. Soon he was nice and slippery and with my right hand pinching and tweaking his nipples changing from one to the other at random and getting his own hand to start tweaking on of his own nipples I soon had him swooning deliriously as he felt a new surge of his young sperm starting to bubble. I was going to get my rocks off now whatever else happened and soon lifted his squirming body up and on top pf the tip of my erect cock, before lowering it down just enough to just slightly stretch his back door opening. He knew what I was trying to do and helped out by rubbing his opening against my leaking cock tip so I could finally push downwards slightly on his shoulders , just enough to begin opening his back door slightly. The feel of his tightness there on the leaking tip of my hard cock soon saw me slowly and inexorably sliding my cock inside his tight little opening, stopping only if I heard or saw him react in any pain. When we both felt my head slip inside his opening, the tight clasp on my cock made me blow my nuts inside his arse in a torrent of sperm. God how frustrating and unlucky could I get. A virgin arse and I'm no sooner just inside of it and I blow my load. Seb could feel my jizz squirting inside him too and it would have to wait for another day and time before we'd ever get to do this again. The only problem left was how to pull out of him and do it as painlessly as possible. Seb solved that for me by instead of trying to lift up off of me, he forced his body down onto the rest of my shaft, giving a teeth clenched grunt of pain as I felt his bottom drop all the way down onto my lap and therefore impaling himself on it. The passage downwards had been greased slightly by my load of slimy jizz which acted as an excellent lubricant. The thrill of nailing my son meant my brain kept my cock hard even though I'd blown a huge load inside his arse which meant I was able to bounce him up and down on my lap as I began loosening his back door tunnel. He was smiling at me now too as his cock started to react to the feeling of his prostrate being massaged internally. Several minutes of frantic bouncing up and down onto my lap soon had me feeling a warm sticky coating of boy sperm being squirted onto my lower stomach which I filled his arsehole again with another load of my own sperm. By now I was starting to quickly soften inside him so it was very easy for the rapidly shrink cock I owned to slide out of my son's warm anal cocoon, leaving him to leak out more of my sperm onto my lap and around and under my ballsack. I'd obviously deposited tow big loads inside my son. Looking at one another I told him "I don't want you sleeping with your boyfriend till your 16 years old young lady. And until that time, you'll need to learn how to satisfy men sexually in every possible way imaginable. So from now you and I are going to practice and perfect your knowledge about sex for when you reach 16 and become old enough to be screwed by whoever you want to be screwed by." He nodded his head enthusiastically as I enjoyed my slimy sperm now coating my entire groin and feeling it cool down.