Date: Sat, 27 Apr 2024 10:07:37 +0000 From: Hank Subject: A Father Redemption 3 Author Note: This is an incest story between a dad and his son. There will be explicit scenes of incestuous gay sex and if you are under 18, do not read. I will continue to write as long as I receive positive feedback. There will be More characters coming and a thorough plot. I really appreciate comments, feedback, suggestions Write me Daddycumtales@proton.me Let me know if you like That I open a telegram channel to keep you updated On upcoming releases and my other stories. Finally, if you can, please leave a donation to Nifty to continue reading More stories --- Chapter #3: A Decision in Uncertainty I was at work in the workshop, the tools of the trade were scattered around me, but my mind was elsewhere. My boss had given me one last chance to prove I could work without being drunk, and I knew I could not let him down again. But it was hard to concentrate on work when my mind went back to what had happened with my son Alex the previous night and my cock continued to harden and throb, releasing waves of precum that had soaked even my balls, inside my briefs. Fortunately, there was Joe by my side, my faithful friend and colleague. Joe, 49, had always been there for me, a reference point in my chaotic and complicated life. Joe was married and had no children of his own. But he was a very wise man who could be trusted. He was a rock, a beacon of stability in the storm of my existence. "Hey, Hank," Joe said, with his warm smile that always managed to cheer me up even in the darkest moments. "I can see you're a little tense today. Do you need to talk?" I cast him a grateful glance, appreciating his support. "Thank you, Joe," I replied, trying to smile despite the weight bearing down on my chest. "It's just that... you know, things haven't been going so well lately." Joe nodded understandingly, placing a hand on my shoulder in a gesture of sympathy. "I understand, Hank. But you know, maybe you should think about taking some time for yourself. Go out, have some fun. Why don't you try dating a woman? There's a friend of Janet's who's recently divorced. It might be good for you." Her proposal surprised me. I had not been on a date in years, too caught up in my responsibilities as a single father and my personal struggles to think about my emotional well-being. Moreover, after Karen I had not felt any interest in other women. "That might be a good idea," I replied so as not to be rude, taking the phone number Joe handed me with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty. "Thank you, Joe." --- The work shift ended and I found myself in the car, stopped in the workshop parking lot. I looked at the note and I held the phone in my hands, undecided about what to do. The idea of dating a woman made me uncomfortable, but perhaps it was just what I needed to get myself out of the mess I was getting myself into, giving in to my dirty urges that led me to sexually desire my teenage son. Just then My phone made a sound, signaling the arrival of a message. With a distracted glance, I lifted the phone and opened the message, expecting to find the usual credit card communication or a promotion from the local pub. But what I read made me stop short. It was a message from Alex, my son. My heart suddenly contracted, a mixture of surprise and joy flooding my soul. It was not usual to receive messages from him, especially so sudden and unexpected. With trembling hands, I read the message. It simply said, "I love you, Dad. Thank you for last night." A spontaneous smile painted itself on my face as I thought back to the previous evening, to our moment of reconciliation after the quarrel that had resulted in such an intimate and lustful relationship. Those words, so simple but so meaningful, filled me with a deep and sincere joy. It was as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, leaving me free to breathe again. My cock became hard as wood again and my mind began to wander through memories, of when I first realized I had sexual urges for my little son. As my hand descended on my hard cock, my mind wandered through the memories that bound me to my beloved son Alex. The first memory that surfaced is one of the most significant, because it was the first moment of intimacy and sharing between my son and me. It had been only a few months after my wife's passing, when the pain of loss was still fresh and burning inside us. My little boy was nine years old. I wanted to find a way to take Alex away from the pain, to make him smile again despite the darkness that enveloped us. So I decided to take him camping, on the shores of a quiet lake surrounded by the majestic beauty of nature. It was his first camping experience, and I wanted to make it an unforgettable one. I still remember his face lighting up with joy when I taught him how to set up the tent and light the fire. He felt so grown up, so important in helping to create our temporary shelter under the stars. We spent whole days exploring the surrounding woods, fishing in the lake and telling stories to each other around the crackling fire. It had been a time of pure enchantment and joy, an oasis of serenity in the midst of the storm our family was going through. Only upon our return home did we realize that we had brought with us little unwelcome guests, ticks hidden among our backpacks and clothes. After inspecting every area of my body, to check that I did not have them on my skin as well, I had Alex undress so that I could check that he was safe. I was left in my underwear. A pair of gray briefs with the elastic band a little loose. Alex, so small and cute, was completely naked and scared of the possibility of having those horrible bugs on him. I lowered myself to him, who was a wren, and began inspecting every inch of skin. First his hair, his face, behind his ears, his neck, and going down, his armpits, his belly, so smooth and white. Then his little schoolboy cock, it was so cute and pure. My hand was running all over his body, his legs and feet. And without realizing it I realized that my cock had become as hard as concrete and the loose briefs had failed to contain my erection. Suddenly I had an overwhelming urge to cum. There, in front of my son, as I stroked his slender, smooth legs. What the fuck was wrong with me, I thought? It was wrong. But at the same time so exciting that I felt an animalistic instinct pervading me that made me want to jump on him and fuck him like a gorilla in heat. I could not contain myself. I asked Alex to turn around so that I could check out the back of his body and so that he would not notice my bulge in my underwear and start asking questions I would not know how to answer. At the sight of his little white ass my cock jerked and I almost cum. I stroked his body and then reached his pale ass. With my hands I spread his little butt cheeks to make sure there were no ticks. In front of my eyes shone a small wrinkled little hole that I brushed with my finger and made it twitch. Alex emitted a whimper and then a laugh of embarrassment. So I tried again, saying I had to check well because I had to be sure the bug was not there. And I began to tease his little hole, which kept winking at me every time I brushed it with my finger. I asked him to lean forward and hold his little ass open for me. I was on my knees on the floor as I began to masturbate behind him and with one finger had begun to fuck his tight little virgin ass. Alex was panting and seemed to enjoy the inspection. Suddenly I got hold back any longer and cummed in my hand. An industrial amount of white, thick cum dripped from my hand and not knowing where to dry myself I had an idea, I told Alex that I had a special cream that would keep the bugs away, and I should put it on his hole. Alex gave me permission and I began to smear cum all over his wrinkled little hole, pushing as much of his fatherly cum with my fingers as I could. It was really crazy. I had not been so aroused in my entire life. But afterwards I felt like a horrible father. And I promised myself it would never happen again. But it did happen. The second memory that fills my mind is another wonderful day spent with Alex, this time on the ocean shore in a hot summer. It had been a memorable excursion, and with us were Joe and his wife, a couple I considered part of our family. Alex was excited at the idea of exploring the vastness of the ocean, running on the golden sand and being caressed by the waves crashing on the shore. But happiness suddenly turned to panic when Alex was hit by a jellyfish while playing in the water. I heard his cry of pain ripping through the din of the sea, and my heart stopped for a moment as I pulled him out of the water and carried him safely to the shore. Fortunately, Joe's wife, with her promptness and competence, took matters into her own hands. With a calmness that amazed me, she gave us instructions on how to treat the pain and relieve the burning caused by the jellyfish venom, and explained that the most effective and ancient method of relieving the burning was to pee on the area that had been attacked. " You are his father, you can do it," he said, "isn't it strange, you wouldn't want to leave him with that pain, would you?" I watched Alex cry from the burning so I did not hesitate. I lifted him off the sand, we secluded behind a rock, and I pulled out my cock, directing the stream of piss onto my little boy's belly, where he had been stung by the jellyfish. The little boy began to calm down and the burning had subsided. Then we returned to the others. " See? What did I tell you? The ancestors knew how to solve everything naturally," exulted Janet. When we returned home in the evening, Alex came back to complain about the burning that had not fully healed and the effect of the pee had worn off. It was then that he asked if I could do it one more time, because that method had helped him in the afternoon. Dirty thoughts came to my head, and suddenly blood began to flow to my cock and I got another erection, the powerful kind. I got Alex undressed and told him to get in the shower, and we were going to do it there, I was going to pee on her belly where he had been stung by the jellyfish. I also undressed so I could shower right afterwards. The little guy was waiting for my stream of urine to come out of my cock, which was getting bigger and harder because of the dirty thoughts I was thinking. Alex was entranced by the vision before his eyes and asked me why I had all that hair, why my balls were so big and heavy, and if his cock would also get so big and fat. As an answer I smiled and told him to get ready and began to piss on him, moving the stream from his belly to his schoolboy cock that had hardened unexpectedly. When all my bladder emptied, I gave a shake to my uncut cock that was semi-hard. Alex said the burning was gone and asked if he could shower with me. I gave him permission. I lathered his hair with shsmpoo and then his little body. He was completely covered in suds and I had him turn his back to soap his rear end. Taking advantage of him not seeing me I began to masturbate to unload my balls that were beginning to ache with excitement. I was jerking off with one hand and soaping his ass and back with the other. Then I started panting and having contractions and was about to cum the huge load I had in my balls, when suddenly Alex turned to me, he had his eyes closed from the soap in his hair and it was at that moment that I lost control and started shooting hot, voluminous cum all over his face. A huge amount of cum was dripping from his nose to his chin. Alex had not noticed anything; he must have thought it was the foam. It was really exciting and even that time I felt like a horrible father and told myself it would never happen again. But it happened. It was a quiet autumn evening, and Alex and I were playing in my bed as we did every night after bath time and before putting on his pajamas. We had built a makeshift ring with some pillows, and we were challenging each other to friendly wrestling duels. Alex loved that game, he loved to test himself and try his physical skills against me. Although it wasn't a real fight, we would try our best to make the match fun and engaging. I still remember the sound of our laughter ringing through the air as we faced each other on the mat, trying to back each other up with spectacular moves and improbable stunts. We were like two gladiators in an arena, determined to emerge victorious but also aware that in the end we would always be united by the unbreakable bond of blood and love. That night I had stayed in my underwear to shower immediately afterward. We were wrestling as we did every night and that time those dirty thoughts had come back to visit me and I had started thinking with my cock. So as Alex wiggled underneath me, unknowingly massaging my balls, I lost control and started cumming inside my underpants and the cum that came out was so much that it ended up on Alex's belly who noticed this time. I invented that I had peed myself out of laughter. But I realized that I had crossed the line. That story had to end there. I felt like a horrible father. And from that night I never let him sleep with me again. And I decided to put a barrier between us, because when I had him close I didn't understand anything anymore. I only felt like undressing him, holding him tightly in my arms and breeding him like a wild animal. Soon I began to stifle that urge with alcohol, and without my realizing it, Alex and I no longer spoke, no longer had a relationship, and I treated him badly, believing that this was how he would be at a distance. But inside me I was consumed by an infernal fire of passion that didn't let me sleep at night. The more I tried to push him away the more I longed for him and the more I realized I felt pure love for him, more than I had felt for his mother. And I didn't see how much I was hurting him with my behavior. Until last night, when I became aware of the fact that I could not go on pretending to hate him, when in fact I would give my life for him. And when I became aware last night that he also has the same feelings for me, it felt as if the universe had granted me a wish. And I surrendered to the touch of his hand on my cock. And I was moved when my son, my baby, swallowed my cum. His daddy's cum. The cum that created him. And that he wanted inside his stomach. It made me feel like a god . We didn't talk to this afterwards. But I feel that I want to make it up to him for all the suffering I caused him through my behavior. And if this is the relationship he wants, I can only be happy because it's what I've been dreaming of, too, ever since we got back from that fateful camping trip. (To be continued...)