Date: Wed, 11 Dec 2019 06:10:18 +0000 (UTC) From: "wendycoomber@yahoo.com.au" Subject: That's My Son That's my Son! ************************************************************************ Please donate to Nifty so everyone can continue to enjoy the stories on the site. This story is a work of fiction. Incest in any form isn't right. But man's a weak, mentally feeble creature and people like me shamefully write stories about it for you to enjoy. But don't read any further unless you can legally do so. I can be contacted on wendycoomber@yahoo.com if you feel you have something to say about my story. Have a nice day and don't do anything I wouldn't do (if you get my meaning). ************************************************************************ "Kerrist my young son's got a bubble butt to die for" I thought as Craig walked towards the pool in our back yard. He'd just finished proudly showing me and his 16 year old sister his racing Speedo swimming trunks he was required to wear for competition meetings and was now going to practice some racing starts. He'd been as thrilled as a dog with two tails when he'd come home and announced (a short time before) that he'd won a spot on the school's team. His sister and I had watched with bemusement from the floor to ceiling glass door along with his sister's crude buy funny commentary as he appeared to model step strut towards the pool. Unbeknownst to himself (at least I hoped so), as he subconsciously step strutted his speedo encased butt it seemed to wobble like jelly on springs as he walked over to the pool's edge, causing me to pop an incredibly huge bar in the front of my speedo's just from looking at the skimpy suit covering his butt. Both his sister and I could clearly see his tiny boy package at the front of the tight speedos and I silently thought to myself that it reminded me of how similar it looked to one of his sister's camel toes which she was unashamedly showing in her bikini next to me. My daughter informed me about his already asking her to help him shave his body later on, explaining to me that his swim coach had told all the new squad members they were required to do so the night before meets, supposedly because it helped reduce the drag factor in the water when they swam. "God knows the little runt probably doesn't have a single hair on his body" she remarked with a smirk, cheekily adding "I wonder what he'd look like wearing my bikinis the little minx. Cheeses dad, even my bikini bottom's front has a bigger mound then his speedos have" she said perhaps somewhat enviously. She looked down at the front of my speedos, now clearly tented out before saying, "you might think about taking a quick cold shower yourself daddy or else go throttle the budgie for goodness sakes", before giggling and heading towards the pool. As I watched her stroll towards the pool and join her brother I decided to quickly release the python in my pants, working on doing so as I began walking towards my own room to rub one out before joining the two of them outside. When I did finally walk outside to join them, my daughter (who had told me several months previously that she was a "bull" lesbian, unlike her dead mother) was showing her brother how to dive off the blocks the best way for a racing start. As I listened to her, watching the two of them now both in wet swimsuits, I had to agree with her about their two swim suit's fronts. Fuck her idea of how he'd look in one of her bikinis was racing through my mind and with what I was thinking right now, I'd never be able to say I was a father of the year candidate. An evil part of my brain would have liked to see my son Craig naked and bent over the back of my recliner, legs slightly splayed and eagerly wanting to be fucked by my big thick cock. I'd been a widower for almost three years now and shamefully I had to race for the water's edge and dive in before my trouser python woke up again. We all had an enjoyable frolic together before my daughters mobile rang and had her asking me if it was alright to stay the night at Marcy's house. One of her boyfriend's calling I wondered as I said I was okay with it. Maree then suggested to Craig that perhaps dad would help him with his body shave, smiling evilly at me (that her brother couldn't see )thus silently informing me that she wasn't my "sweet innocent" little girl any longer and didn't care what the two of us got up to after she was gone. Maree came outside shortly afterwards dressed in casual clothes to tell us she was leaving now and shortly after I told Craig I was wrinkling up in the water and suggested (in a resigned tone of voice) we should go inside and let me show him how to shave himself, telling him we'd do it in my private bathroom. After drying off and inside my bedroom, I told my son to strip then follow me into the small shower-suite. When he walked in there completely unashamed about being entirely naked infront of me, I quickly stripped naked too, telling him I still needed to wash the pool chlorine off me after I shaved my son's body. Looking at him naked like that, I had to wonder why my wife's genes must have been the dominant ones in both of our children's conceptions. Craig's body even appeared to have the slightest of waistlines, emphasising his flat stomach and his bubble butt swell behind him. He surprisingly had a wispy pubic hair growth around his balls and pencil thin cock and his legs had a light peach fuzz covering them. I quickly demonstrated how to lather himself, and then slowly and carefully shaved first his left leg's fuzz off before removing every hair from around his balls and then his tiny stiffy, which had him giggling or squirming depending on where my free had was placed on that area. I then went and did his other leg before also doing his arms, his underarms and finally his chest. "Dad, why don't you get smooth as well" he said with a smirk, and taking up his challenge, did exactly what I'd done to him on myself, before saying we'd better rinse off now. During our showering together, Craig had no problems with me gently washing him all over, actually appearing to lean back slightly as I washed his cock and balls standing behind him, my cock stiff as a post and leaking slippery pre-cum profusely that I didn't want my boy to see. His tiny crinkled opening between those beautiful cheeks had me suggesting I missed shaving that important bit and carefully shaved his back door, taking care to slightly insert a finger so as to make sure I got any hair just inside his back door's rim. My brain suddenly had a mind snap and I quickly knelt down and spread his butt cheeks wider before placing my mouth over anus and licking it, stiffening my tongue to allow me to push it slightly inside his back door and doing it several more times as my son moaned and said "that feels fantastic dad, don't stop now for god's sake" as he turned off the shower taps before pushing himself back onto my probing tongue more insistently. He was by now leaning so far forward in the shower stall, he had to have both his hands on the shower wall tiles to steady himself, while I was trying to see just how far I could get my tongue in his anus while my right hand gentle tugged on his tiny stiffy, now slippery with his own pre-cum. My own cock head was covered in my own pre-cum, enough to allow me to glide my thick first digit back and forth over the weeping eye before I removed my tongue from his opening and quickly inserted my finger up his tiny back door opening. "Oh fuck I'm cumming daddy" he squealed out in his high pitched voice as I continued to firmly thrust my finger up and down inside his spasm clenching opening. He'd no sooner started to begin breathing more normally again, when I stood back up, determined to find out if his sister knew more about her brother than possibly I might have. So taking my two hands and placing them on the insides of those two pretty butt cheeks I gently pried them apart and placing the slippery slimy tip of my stiff cock against his back door entrance told him "Daddy knows you want this Craig" and I gently but firmly pushed my thick cock inside his tight little opening. His body tensed up at my big thick intruder trying to find its way inside him and his voice was pleading with me in a girlie high pitched tone "No daddy, it's too big to fit in there, no daddy stop plleeeaaasseeee" as I slowly but inexorably pushed my thick cock into him deeper, ignoring his girlishly sounding cries, until I felt my groin come to rest, cushioned gently up against the back of his butt cheeks. "Ssshhh now Craig honey, your daddy's all the way inside you now and he just wants you to try and relax your tense muscles, so his cock won't seem so painful inside you anymore" I gently whispered to my son. His mum had been an anal virgin too on our weeding night and I already knew how to help my darling Craig overcome his fear. Still holding firmly onto his hips I began moving our two bodies back and forth together, while fondling and gently pinching his small nipples not yet wanting to try and thrust up and down inside him yet. I just wanted him to get use to his father's cock inside of him, so he could begin to start enjoying the sensation of being a submissive girlfriend for me from now on. As I felt his body start to relax, I softly told him how he'd looked so sexy in his speedos, that his poor old sex starved dad, couldn't help but want to make him my girlfriend. Then as he leaned back into me gently and said "thank you for making me cum so hard daddy, but now I want you to fuck me till you shoot your jizz in me". So I commenced to thrust slowly back and forth, looking for signs of tenseness in my boy's body. After about 30 seconds of doing so, Craig's own body was moving back and forth at a different speed, slowly becoming faster and harder as I speeded up my own thrusting in his anus. "Oh daddy, you feel so fucking good inside me" he was saying while beginning to pant faster, my own breathing was now much louder and quicker too. I was now so frantically horny feeling my son's velvet anus caressing my cock inside him, I knew I'd blow my nuts very soon as I gripped him even harder and thrusting more quickly and frantically, my nuts beginning to boil as I desperately wanted to seed him inside that gorgeous body of his. "Oh god Craig honey, you're so wonderfully tight for daddy's cock right now and I think if you were a woman I'd like to try and fertilize your eggs and get you pregnant" my voice raising higher in tone as my excited prick told me I was going to blow and with a last deep thrust inside him trying to remain deep inside his anus, I ejaculated what felt like a pint of cum inside my boy's no longer virgin anus. "Yessss that's it honey, I'm fertilizing you now" and breathing hard and fast, I started to ease my grip on his hips, my mind and body now slaked of frantic sexual desire. I'd knowingly betrayed the trust of my only son, but was happily content that he seemed to have liked me fucking him. As I started to soften, my thick cock was slowly being squeezed from inside my lover's anus, till it slid out and I saw my slimy thick creamy sperm begin to slowly ooze out of my son's back door. "Don't move yet honey, daddy just needs to do one final thing to make our loving perfect" and knelt down in the shower and started to lap my thick sperm out of his slightly loosened back door opening, his body squirming as my tongue probed inside his opening searching for more of my jizz to taste. "Daddy, with Maree staying the night at her friend's place, would it be alright if I slept in your bed with you tonight" he nervously asked me before I lifted him up in my arms to carry him back in to the bedroom and place him on the bed, my tongue and lips now on his stiff little clitty as my unspoken answer to him. I spent the next few hours as my son's boyfriend explaining to him some of the ways that girlfriends please their lovers. I also became his girlfriend so he could try receiving a blow job and also being able to fuck me as I'd fucked him. By the time I ordered the two of us a late night pizza, my son was certain he was a submissive partner since he said he didn't really like fucking me or even having me blow him, preferring instead to either tug himself off or enjoying the sensation of having an orgasm while I was making love to him. He only seemed to confirm his female status by wearing one of his dead mother's sexy nighties to bed for me, which ensured he ended up sleeping in "the damp patch" for the night. The next morning, Saturday, saw both of us enjoying a shower together early so as not to make my daughter suspicious when she came home. At breakfast I also learnt how his swimming coach had already informed him that if he wasn't claimed by one of the team seniors before the middle of next week, Craig would be his personal love toy. So that meant I'd need to make sure that the coach was privately made aware of whose property my son was from now on. I took him to a small tattoo place 20 miles away and after paying a "fair" fee, had my lover personally tattooed on each side of his upper fleshy inner thighs which his speedos would cover. On one side I had tattooed "Personal Property of T J Watt" while I had his other upper thigh marked "Submissive Sissy Boi, Don't Ruin" while Craig also had the tip of his tiny clitty pierced with a ring just large enough to be able to fasten a leash but heavy enough to drag his penis downwards, making it more difficult for him to get an erection, unless it was by his own hand or by mine. We also bought a ball and cock stretcher together afterwards. Although it made him walk more gingerly for the rest of the day, it was also meant to ensure he'd be ruined for anyone else by the time he was 14. To also allow him to embrace a more feminine side we also both went and purchased a lot of feminine lingerie for him to wear under his clothes or for whenever Maree was out of the house somewhere. On Monday morning I wrote a letter addressed to Craig's swim coach which he showed him before classes started for the day. The coach read the letter, even making my son take his shorts and panties off and having him bend over, just so the coach could see for himself that everything I'd written in the letter was true, before tearing into small pieces and throwing it in the waste paper bin. During training after school, my darling told me when he got home that the coach would quietly mutter "damned pity boy, you're butt's sensational" whenever Craig walked past him. It was almost impossible to try and hide Craig's new nature from his sister for more than a month or so. Late Sunday afternoon Craig accidently left his bedroom door slightly ajar and Maree saw him getting changed, thus showing off his ball and cock trainer for her to see. In next to no time she was speeding into the lounge room to ask me all about it, having correctly assumed I was the cause. After a quick family talk between the 3 of us, it was agreed to that Craig should wear whatever he wanted to around the house from then onwards and he could sleep with me every night as long as in return my daughter could share him with me whenever and however she wanted to. This didn't seem to matter at first until a few nights later and Craig was being particularly noisy while I was ploughing him in "our" bedroom. My daughter walked nonchalantly in, naked except for a huge strap on penis around her hips saying "my turn now daddy, so get off and let a bull dyke show you how to really fuck a bitch". In moments she was standing behind her brother, her hands tightly gripping his hips as she forcefully thrust a quite thick foot long strap on vibrator up my little darling's well lubricated back door, making them both grunt loudly whenever she pushed hard enough to hear flesh slapping sounds, making sure that from then on Craig would become the bitch for both of us. I was so turned on watching her dominate her younger brother, I stood there and masturbated until I walked behind her and jazzed all over her back, partly in pleasure and mostly in spite at her interrupting our loving. When she finally pulled out of him, his back door lips were red and puffy and far too sore for me to fuck him again that night, but that didn't stop her from telling Craig to eat her out now and give her at least two orgasms or she'd start raping him again with Bazza (her huge vibrating strap on) My daughter and I also agreed in the future that Craig should only wear nighties, skirts or dresses around the house, always without panties, so that either of us could enjoy him whenever we felt the need to. My daughter wasn't above lifting her nightie or top she was wearing above her hips and snapping her fingers to Craig to indicate he need to eat her out when we were all watching the TV. Likewise I learned to imitate her needs, my stiff cock usually the harbinger of what was instore for my lover, which he never once refused to allow, whether his sister was in the room or not. He also quickly learnt to hate (but sometimes enjoy) his sister having her period as much as she did, because her lesbian "bull" personality was at its most brutal or demanding during her monthly cycle. In the beginning she more often than not, simply walked over to her brother holding something behind her back, then would simply lift the front of her nightie above her waist, showing the sanitary napkin bulging out of her panty's crotch and smiling cruelly say "it's time to play doggy bitch NOW on all fours for me", before showing Bazza or some other type of strap on she was hiding behind her and proceed to strap it on, describing how she was going to fuck him raw and inevitably did. I enjoyed those occasions immensely, often jerking off over my daughters back or on the back of her legs. Sometimes I'd aim my cock's jizz for the back of her panties or better yet the panty napkin bulging crotch of her panties, secretly wishing I could get her pregnant that way and so be able to suckle on her milk filed breasts when she was a mother. Her nymphomania was so great, I'd often ask her to fuck me if my shagged out son started complaining about her powerfully fast thrusting hurting him. Those times her lust grew substantially greater, knowing she had already destroyed Craig's anus on me for the night. She did her exceptional worst to ruin my much tighter back door as well, which I'd discovered could take quite a pounding before I needed to start walking funny. Sometimes (although very rarely) Craig and I would turn the tables on my daughter during her period and instead rape both of HER openings regardless of the messy vagina between her legs. Because she was infertile during her menstruation, I thoroughly enjoyed telling her about how I was going to fill her pussy full of my cum and then one day get her pregnant, while fucking her slimy vagina fast and hard. Whenever she felt my final hard push into her signalling my sperm was filling her, she wasn't above later on vindictively placing and holding down her panty napkin panties over the front of my face saying "wouldn't you like to go down on me at the moment daddy". And as her vaginal stench inside the panties ruined my sinuses for the night, chuckling evilly, she'd tell Craig that she'd be exceptionally brutal on him the following night... But it's like everyone always says "Incest: It's the family fun game for everyone to enjoy".