Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2001 07:39:19 -0700 (PDT) From: Ed Rock Subject: 'Sins of his Father 2' (t/t,m/t,oral,anal,dom) Sins of his Father 2 At least on the events of today, I decided to come clean with my son. I told him that I not only overheard his conversation with Timothy in the clothing store but also witnessed what happened in his bedroom. I said that while the relationship between him and Timothy was understandable, stealing was not. His face flushed, but to his credit he didn't try to deny it. "You're 16 years old Mark! It's time that you grow up and start behaving like a man. Timmy looks up to you! What kind of example are you setting for him. Stealing is wrong and both of you have to be punished for it... that much is certain." As I was talking with my son, Timmy continued tongue-bathing my balls. I moved Timmy's head back, telling him to finish by kissing the tip of my cock. "Timmy, get up off your knees and stand next to your boyfriend. Mark, I want you to go upstairs and get properly dressed for supper. A pair of long pants and a collared shirt would be nice. You decide what you want your girlfriend Timmy should wear." "Is it OK if I dress Timmy in a pair of panties, Dad?" "It's entirely up to you, son. After all, he's your girlfriend." I could see that our conversation had Timmy upset. "Now Timothy, I know how self conscious you are about being naked. This is part of your punishment. Mark wants to transform you into a girl so you'll wear panties or whatever else he decides. I decide the rules for bedtime. Because Mark is sixteen, he will be allowed to stay up until eleven o'clock but you... young lady, will be bathed, powdered and put in my son's bed by nine." "Mark, your punishment is that you lose driving privileges for one week! Tomorrow, I'm going to call the store manager and arrange for you to pay for the items you stole. I'll give you my credit card so you can shop for some other nice undergarments and a few dresses for Timmy." "but sir... i don't want to wear girl's clothing... i'm a boy, not a girl!! "Look Timmy! Your dad and me are both divorced from our wives. We made the same mistake, not being strict enough with our women. I won't allow that to happen between you and Mark. He is your man and you must obey him. You said that you love my son Mark and want to please him. If that's true, then you must trust him. If Mark wants you to dress like his woman, then do it! I don't think he's being unreasonable... do you? You have the body of a young girl and it should not be covered up in the baggy boy's clothing that you've been wearing. Mark and I agree on that. Your body should be perfumed, on display, ready to pleasure your man. It's obvious that you're not comfortable with the role he wants you to play. That will be changed during the course of the next two weeks. Do you understand what I'm saying honey?" "i... i think so...sir." "That's settled then! Mark, when mom left she didn't take a lot of her things with her. In her vanity are all sorts of lipsticks, eyeliners etc. Use anything you want to make your little cutie attractive to you." "Thanks Dad... I'm still not sure about all this myself. All I know is that I love Timmy more than anyone else in the world. I rather die than harm her" "I know son... love is like that!" I was in the kitchen when Mark and Timmy returned. Mark was carrying a pair of girl's panties. Timothy was still naked but was now wearing rouge, lipstick and eyeliner with a yellow bow in his hair. When he saw me, he looked down at his feet, apparently embarrassed by his new look. My son sat on a kitchen chair and patted his pants leg. This was Timmy's signal to come to him. Mark held the panties open and Timmy stepped in them. After drawing them up his shapely legs, Mark smoothed the silk material over his soft, plump asscheeks, gave them a squeeze and kissed him. It made me proud to see how much in love the two of them were. I hoped that eventually Timmy would become that loving with me. He is such a beautiful boy. I had made a pot of spaghetti and meatballs. They both seemed to enjoy it. Mark and Timothy sat together, directly across from me. My cock twitched when Timothy's cheeks hollowed as he sucked a particularly long strand of pasta. It didn't help when he followed that with a drink of milk, leaving a white mustache on his upper lip. Mark speared a large meatball and playfully held it up to Timmy's mouth. I almost fell on the floor when he licked it before taking a small bite. God, I wonder if this kid has any idea how incredibly sexy he is! I volunteered to do the dishes by myself because I needed time to regain my composure. When I went into the living room, the two boys were on the sofa with Timmy perched on Mark's lap. Mark had both his hands inside the elastic waist band of Timmy's panties, stroking his genitals and talking to him. "Don't worry Timmy... tonight I won't stay up until eleven o'clock. I'm sure Dad will understand because it's your first night here with us and you're a little nervous. I want to be with you too! If you're asleep, I'll wake you. When I peel back the covers and see you laying there in your teddy, I won't be able to just let you sleep. You're my girl and I'll be wanting some sugar!" "i... i... love you Markie." "I love you too sweetheart, my darling Timmygirl." I popped a boner just listening to them and coughed on purpose to alert them to my presence. Mark quickly removed his hands and pulled Timmy back to lay flat against his chest. Timmy's head was tucked under my son's chin and he cooed with contentment while my son tweaked his little titties. I sat in a lounge chair on the other side of the low coffee table positioned between us. Mark whispered something in Timmy's ear. Timmy slid off Mark's body and nervously walked toward me. "Stand up on the coffee table, honey. I know you're very self conscious and I want to help with that. You are a beautiful boygirl, sweetheart, take off your panties for daddy. Let me see you naked." A tear rolled down his cheek as Timmy stepped up on the table and let his panties drop to his ankles. He was so cute, totally embarrassed at being naked and on display. I drank in his beauty with my eyes. Only 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing 110 pounds, his blond shoulder length locks cascaded around his ears and slender, feminine neck. His pectoral muscles are defined with perfectly formed, taut brown nubbins centering them. The ribcage is visible underneath a covering of flawless white skin but not prominent enough to make him appear undernourished. His waist measures about 26 with an inny belly button cave begging to be explored with a masculine tongue. Symmetrical hipbones frame his tiny erect penis resting on top of a delicious looking pair of undersized boyballs. An absence of pubic and leg hair gives testimony to his youth, a combination of both his tender years and my son's dutiful attention to them with a razor. My eight inch cock was fully hard now, straining for release. There was one more feature of the boy, my personal favorite, that I wanted to see. "Turn around slowly, love." His ass, oh god, his perfect bubble-butt ass... it should be made into a sculpture and photographed from every angle for future generations to enjoy. "Do you mind Mark, if I indulge myself a bit with Timmy?" "No Dad, go ahead!" I stood up and placed my hands on his hips. He flinched, not having seen my approach from behind. His small hands moved on top of mine in an effort to maintain his precarious balance. I kissed the pillowy soft twin globes before gently plying them apart like two delicate sections of a nectarine. The hidden flower revealed, it's pink, puckered petals seemed to wink an invitation to be plumbed. I accepted by stabbing through the token resistance it offered with a small cockhead formed by my wet tongue. "oooh...", Timmy moaned. It was the verbal clue I needed to continue my assault. I drove my tongue deeper, burrowing into the circular walls of his ass chute. I released his asscheeks, allowing them to clamp my mouth and hold it in position. I moved my left hand higher on his hip and grabbed hold of his cock with my right. Using it as a lever, I pulled him back tighter against my oral to anal embrace. After several minutes of probing and tasting the nether regions of the boy, I released him and sat down. Timmy stepped down from the coffee table into the extended arms of his boyfriend, my son. He was confused and needed reassurance. Mark seemed astonished at what I had just done and frankly so was I. Timmy had awakened a lust in me that had hibernated for years. "I apologize son. I shouldn't have done that without asking you. It's just that your Timmy is so beautiful, I couldn't help myself." "It's OK Dad. She makes me crazy like that too sometimes. I don't mind sharing her with you... I know how lonely you've been since Mom left. Timmy, tell Dad what we talked about when he was in the kitchen!" "mark wants me to be nice to you, Mr. Pearson. he wants me to give you pleasure... do what you ask. he said that you might like me to act more like a little boy for you." "Oh honey... please call me 'Daddy'... not 'Mr. Pearson'. It's true that I think of you more as a boy... a sissy boy... but I don't want you to be confused. You're my son's girl and I'll just start to think of you as the daughter I never had. When we're alone... I might ask you to shed your panties or take off your dress for me... but make no mistake... you're my son's girl and that won't ever change! If you love me half as much as you love my son... I'll be very happy." "i... i do daddy! i already love you way more than that." "Thank you Timmy... and thank you too, son. You've made your daddy very proud!" I joined them on the sofa and we watched TV together. At my son's direction, Timmy slipped down to the carpet and knelt between my legs. He finished giving me the blow job that had been interrupted earlier in the basement. Mark and I talked casually while Timmy sucked on my cock like a newborn. I came several times in his mouth and he didn't miss a drop. My son had taught him well. Around eight thirty, I suggested that Timmy should be getting ready for bed. Mark agreed and sent him upstairs to fill the tub. Timmy called down to us about 10 minutes later and said that it was ready. Mark started upstairs but stopped halfway. "Care to join me Dad? I'll wash her and you can dry." I couldn't refuse. Fathers and sons should do more things together, it's what keeps a family strong. All thoughts of exacting revenge on Timmy for what his father had done to me years earlier, were gone. How could I look at my sweet sissyboy Timmy and feel anything but love. the end for now! Let me know what you think. Originally I hadn't intended to write more than one chapter until several readers asked me to continue it. emails to storywriter44@yahoo.com