Date: Sat, 10 Dec 2016 19:10:45 -0800
From: DaddyRob2@hushmail.com
Subject: Ballintubur son

This is a story of incest between father and son. This is for erotica
only. Consenting acts between adults is legal in North America. The acts
within this story would not be considered legal anywhere. Enjoy your
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(Though this tale involves an Irish son I did not attempt any accent in the
writing. Use your imagination or ignore the fact altogether.)


Ballintubur Son

I thought the plane ride would be the worst. I was wrong. Another plane to
Castlebar added to the tension.  Then a bus. A bus! Go figure Ireland. The
smallest fucking town in the goddamned country or is it county. Or is it
even a country. County? Christ!

    Ballintubur.

    What the hell was that? A place I heard of once in the divorce. Okay,
maybe before. But it was all hormones and she was an Irish lass and I have
a thing for redheads. So I took the bus. Long ride. To meet the son I lost
because my lawyer was an ass. Now, how many years later she was gone, no
relatives and I was supposed to be dad or is it father. Sir? Mr.? Christ!

    I was prepared for almost any kind of reaction from the kid: tears,
drama, cold disdain. I hadn't been around and there was no reason for him
to even want to see me. But I was unprepared for the sheer beauty of
Sean. His hair was a strong carrot of soft curls. Eyes as green as
emeralds. Skin as white as alabaster. His eyes lit up as I approached. The
fleece of his curls bounced as he ran towards me and once he was near
enough he paused looking up at me with a complete gaze of hopefulness.

    "Are you him? Are you my daddy?"

    "I am."

    With a sudden burst he was up in my arms hugging my neck with ferocious
abandon. I held him tight. He smelled of clean shampoo, herbal,
fresh. Looking ahead I caught the smiles of people nearby. Approval from
those who had contacted me.

    The rest moved with such speed that it wasn't until I was alone in bed
that I felt I could finally catch my breath. The caretakers of my son were
warm and gracious and I had the distinct impression they were more than
relieved I had come. The food was plain but filling, though the dessert I
played with more than ate. Sean was eager to show me off introducing me
with, "I told you I had a daddy. Told ya!" I was a symbol of foreign
strangeness that left his pals with a sort of awe at what I was about.

    Bedtime was left to the woman though he kissed my cheek and in a
surprising turn he shook my hand. As he left the room the male counterpart
started to laugh. He said something about the lad seeing such a thing on
television. I'll be honest, I'm not good with accents so I only half
understood what was said to me so I faked it. When they laughed I laughed
when they were serious I listened respectfully. It's why I don't mention
their names - I didn't understand what they called themselves at our
introduction. So, how often do you actually call someone by name?

    It took three weeks to finalize all the necessary legal documents
before we were on our way back to my home and my son's new life. He loved
the bus more than the plane. Not much to see when the bulk of the trip is
over ocean. But he did get quite excited at his first glimpse of North
America. And I was able to understand most of what he said. Either he was
speaking clearer or I was penetrating the lovely Irish accent.

     Sean loved the backyard. I'd installed a swing set and jungle gym. As
excited as he was by this his disappointment with his unfinished room was
palpable. I apologized that so far it had only been painted a pale
green. We would have to go shopping for a bed and bureau and whatever else
he might want. I brought his suitcases into my room.

     "I'm not going to have you live out of a suitcase until we get your
furniture". Opening three drawers on the left side of the long bureau I
said, "these are yours for now. You unpack and I'll order pizza."

     When I returned he had filled up two drawers. There was still a
suitcase to go. Luckily it was shoes and boots and runners with a few coats
cushioning them. He produced a hairbrush and toothbrush. "Uh oh. I didn't
pack the toothpaste."

     "We do have toothpaste over here." We both grinned. The shoes were put
away and the coats hung up. Just in time for the pizza arrival.

     It must have been the long day that knocked us both out. Cuddled up on
the couch we both fell asleep for almost four hours. Stiffly I roused with
my son sleeping on top of me. My body ached for the warmth of my
bed. Struggling to sit up I carried my prince to the bedroom. He stirred
but never fully woke up. Plopping him on the bed his shoes and socks were
slid off. I pulled his arms so that he sat hunched over on the edge of the
bed. The shirt was pulled over his head along with the tee-shirt. Letting
him fall to his back the pants and briefs came next. Leaving Sean naked on
the bed I gathered up his clothes to throw in the washing machine. Then
thinking a bit more I removed my own clothing to add to his pile.

    Upon returning to my room Sean was laying spread-eagle on the
covers. His beauty was stunning from the curve of his chest to his perfect
uncut prick to the full litheness of his being. Thinking clearly I donned a
fresh pair of briefs before consigning us to the luxury of the covers. With
my arm lightly about him I fell into a deep contented sleep.





My eyes slowly opened as I automatically turned on my left side. I was
rewarded with my very bright eyed son and his beaming smile.

     "You're awake", I said redundantly. Sean surprised me with a light
kiss as he felt my flank before resting his forehead against the soft light
fur of my chest. My arms enfolded him allowing me to doze lightly. It was
his fingers feeling my golden red chest hairs that brought me more fully
awake. Kissing his own soft curls I inhaled his wondrous aroma.

     "Daddy", he said into my chest, "I'm all bare."

     I soothed his warm back with my paws. "You had conked out. We both
did. So I brought you to bed, undressed you and got you all snuggled
up. You never woke up. You must have really needed the sleep."

     "You could have left my drawers on." It might have been a complaint
except his voice had no edge.

     "I could have but I didn't."  My right hand found the side of his
face. My fingers eased back and forth along his cheek and jaw. "Besides you
look good naked." He stifled a groan into my chest. "Hey, it's my
profession to spot the unique and the beautiful. I've photographed
everything there is to do and you, my son, are intriguing. Maybe someday
you'll let me sit you for some poses."

     Sean giggled as he stated, "but with drawers on."

     "If you insist but I've shot men, women and kids in nude studies that
have made me very well off and rather famous in photographic circles."

     He eased away as his eyes sought mine. "I don't want people to see me
bare."

    I caught his alarm quite clearly. "Then no one will ever see them. They
can be a small collection for you. For when you're old and gray and want to
remember what you were like way back then." I kissed the tip of his
nose. "So don't fret. Okay?" He rewarded me with one of his smiles. "Now I
think we should get up. We need to piss, shower and eat." I tossed my
covers as I turned landing on my feet. "Come on."

     Sean followed me into the master bathroom his hands cupping his
modesty. He watched me strip off my briefs before standing at the
toilet. "Together?"

     "Yup." My hand found the back of his head bringing him alongside
me. My right hand rested on the nape of his neck as my left held my
boy-maker for aim. My piss thundered into the bowl. I was pleased to see
his hands relax as his sweet prick erupted his own steady stream. "If you
pull your hood back like daddy you won't spray so much." Turning my hips a
little I let him see where he came from. But by then his piss was done. His
eyes never wavered from my cock as he studied. The stream ended and I gave
a few more shakes than usual just to illustrate my technique. My fingers
eased my hood over most of my knob. "See? Like that. And then I'm done." I
flushed the toilet as Sean flushed his cheeks.

     With a moment or two to adjust the temperature he joined me under the
spray. As my son's hair got wet the curls lengthened to straightness as it
darkened to auburn. Without hesitation I soaped his shoulders and back then
handed the soap so he could wash his front. His butt looked very round and
rather large, though it may have been from my perspective.

    Turning he handed the soap back. As he rubbed the suds off his front I
lathered up. With studious gaze he watched how I soaped and absent-mindedly
copied some of my motions as he rinsed.

    "You're pretty hairy, hunh?"

    "Guess so", I chuckled. "Better watch out. Hairy men run in the
family."

     "Good", he laughed.

     "Um", I began, "did you clean your hood?" When his gaze was confused I
offered, "when a guy has a foreskin like us the knob has to be
cleaned. It's very important."

     "Like how?"

     "Like this." With my crotch already covered in suds I held my meat
gingerly as my other set of fingers eased the flesh back exposing my
plum. "You soap the suds over the knob like this." My fingers swirled about
the glans. "Then you make sure to wash the inside of the hood." I did this
lightly as I knew all to well what could happen. "Then you make sure all
the soap is gone before allowing the rabbit back in his burrow."

     Sean watched intently slowly nodding. "I get it."

     "Okay, now you try."

     He looked up at me eagerly. "Really?"

     "Well, duh. You've got to know how."

     Sean soaped up his hands until they looked like lathered mitts. The
bar was placed in the shower holder. Then both his hands took hold of my
soft cock.

     It took a moment to find my calm voice. "Uh, Sean, what are you
doing?"

     He grinned. "Washing your hood." The skin was already back as he
polished my knob. "You're very big, daddy."

     "Um, son, I meant for you to wash yourself. Not me." Even keeping my
voice even he looked up at me horrified as he recoiled his hands. His
cheeks blushed so dark I worried for his health.

     "Oh, daddy, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to...! I mean I thought you
meant...! Oh, god!" His chin hit his chest.

     My paw cupped his chin bringing his head. "Hey. It's okay." My smile
was full of understanding. "No harm done." My head nodded. "Now you clean
yourself."

     Sean did so quietly. We both watched his ministrations and when next I
saw his eyes they were brimming with embarrassed tears. The water was
ceased before we dried in an uncomfortable silence. But once towels were
about our waists I took him by the hand leading us to the bed. I sat with
my son directly in front of me. My paws held his forcing him not to turn
away.

     "What?" I asked. After a lame shrug my voice gentley began "You didn't
do anything wrong, okay?" He averted my gaze. "It's okay. No big deal." The
words were meaningless to his ears. I pulled him towards me, "come here",
and he fell into my arms. Maybe it was the shower or the long trip or even
a form of homesickness but he cried for several long minutes. My voice
cooed nonsensical murmurs in an attempt to soothe.

    "I'm sorry", he said as he pushed back using my shoulders as leverage.

    My hand held the terry cloth at his hips. "Nothing to apologize for."

    Sean sniffled. "But i... I..."

    My lips pecked his nose. "It's really okay. At the end of the day it's
just a cock. You'll probably be just like me when you're my age."

    Sean gave a weak half-smile.

    "Oh, you want that, do you?" I grinned as the mood lightened.

     "Well, yeah, daddy. I mean you're really big! I want to be that big,
too!"

     I laughed at his eagerness.

     Sean turned serious. "Don't you think you're big?"

     It was my turn to blush slightly. "I guess so. It is what it is. No
guy has a choice. Some are big. Some are not."

     Sean cocked his head to one side. The curls were beginning to
emerge. "I'm glad you're big."

     "Well, thank you", I chuckled. He left my embrace to wander over to
his drawers pulling out what he was going to wear. Unabashedly the towel
was dropped before he sorted the clothes now on the bed. Taking his lead I
went to the high-boy for my own wardrobe. He dressed much faster than I.

     Before he left the room to head to the kitchen he turned to me. "Do
you know what was best?" My gaze met his. "Your cock is warm and heavy."
And he left.





That afternoon I began using film on Sean. At the swings, at the
jungle-gym, or just lost in thought Sean turned out to be a great
subject. After a hundred shots or so we leafed through my own albums on the
computer. This was a no-internet version unlike the one in my office so
there was never the fear of hackers. He seemed to enjoy all the different
holiday pics. Especially Halloween.

     Sean studied the nudes and was surprised by the variety of types. Even
more so he enjoyed the isolated photos: an arm, a hand, a face profile. He
stated he expected them to just be a bunch of naked people instead of the
complexity that was before him. But he did get a kick out of the kids pics
grinning as we went through them. He laughed at the mugging faces and some
of the contortions of their bodies.

     Sean looked at me unexpectedly. "Will you take some nudes of me?"

     I was surprised. "Are you sure?"

     The lad answered by starting to undo the buttons on his shirt. As he
stood he asked, "Where should I be? Here? Or maybe the couch? Yes, let's do
the couch."

     He was an uninhibited marvel. Sean stood, sat, lay back. Some poses
were modest as a leg hid his bits or his hands cupped, but others were wide
open and free. The lad even tried to imitate some of the more acrobatic
moves such as somersaults or cartwheels. There had to be close to three
hundred shots before they were transferred and we edited out the bad ones.

     "This was fun, daddy." Sean moved from the computer to the kitchen
still comfortably naked. He tossed in the leftover food from the night
before. "Pizza and fries," was announced. "Yum."

And after the meal he took a bolder stance. "I think we should have a
shower before I go to bed."

     "You start it and I'll join you."

     My son was soapy from head to toe when I joined him. He gabbed about
the photos as I scrubbed up and he rinsed down. He was so adorably animated
that I became infected with his giddiness.

     Sean then soaped up his hands. "Will you show me again?" He asked as
he lathered his crotch.

     "Okay, now follow me. Pull back the skin. Good. Now like this." He
stared then followed suit as my fingers soaped the knob. "And the hood." We
both slowly masturbated our own flesh.

     "Oh!" Sean's hands cupped his crotch.

     It startled me. "What's the matter? Hurt yourself?" My eyes stared at
his covered sex. "What? Show me." The hands opened like a soapy flower to
reveal it's stiff stamen. "Oh." My sigh was heavy. "Don't scare your old
man like that. You've got a hard-on. No biggie. It's the most natural thing
in a guy's life."

     "It happens alot."

     "It's your age. You had a few during the photo shoot. I just didn't
show you them. Honestly, every guy gets them. In time you'll learn to
control them." My hand finished my own ministrations as Sean rinsed off the
suds though the rager remained.

     "Daddy, it won't go down,."

     "Sure it will. Just give the little fella some time."

     As we towelled off I chatted him up about mundane things so that by
the time the towels were over the rod his little fella was once more
asleep. He raced to then jumped on the bed rolling over onto his back. Feet
planted firmly from bent knees not only was his relaxed sex on view but so
was the delightful separation of his butt cheeks.

     "Under the covers. Do you want a book to read? I've got Tom Sawyer,
Huckleberry Finn, others. I should've said we have."

     But Sean declined. As he rolled onto his stomach my guess had been
right. His white mounds were full and large. My camera fell in love with
his face, his front. Funny but the lens never wandered towards his
backside. His gaze looked at me from over his shoulder.

     "We should get some photos with me on the bedspread." Sean did not
know how provocative it sounded.

     My camera was retrieved. Staying on his stomach he moved this way and
that. Rolling from left to right he adopted a more coy set of poses, hiding
his treasure and gleaming his eyes over his left or right shoulder. My
camera clicked each nuance. He got on all fours and stayed as I shot from
every angle. Then on his back the reserve was gone as he boldly spread his
legs wide or lifted them in a scissor cut mid-air. He raised his torso
putting his weight on his elbows.

     Sean's smile faded to a look of awe. The kid was a natural. It was a
beguiling visage. "Wow, daddy", he almost whispered in reverence.

     The camera was held away to the side. "What, Sean?"

     "You're humongous!"

     I followed his wide gaze to look down. My cock was at full mast. My
cheeks felt hot as I sloppily grinned an apology. "Happens to every guy", I
managed.

     Sean got to his knees in a flash. Crawling to the edge of the bed he
stared in utter amazement. "Wowie! I can't wait to have one that big!"
Raising himself up on his knees he felt his own stiffly. "You sure mine'll
get that big?" His eyes implored for assurance.

     "Don't see why not."

     "And I thought your cock was big when you let me touch you this
morning!"

     I cleared my throat. "I didn't..."

     "It was so warm and heavy. I wanted to play with it all day." Sean
looked me in the eye. "I was hoping you wanted to feel my co... My little
fella. Did you, daddy? Did you want to touch my little fella? Hunh?"

     I stared at the flushed cheeks. My eyes drifted down to his fingers
feeling his prick and balls. My temples throbbed as I lowered the camera to
my side.

     "Do you like my little fella, daddy? Do you?" Sean rested his hands on
his side's. The prick enticed as it waved. "Would you feel me, daddy? Will
you? Do you want to feel my little fella and my ballys? Daddy, do you want
your son's little fella?"

     I took a step closer. The prick was hypnotic.

     Sean dared me with his stare as the camera dropped the couple of feet
to the floor. "Daddy?"

     "Yes, son?" I took another step.

     "Remember this morning."

     "I remember." The prick was pulling me forward. And I could not turn
away.

      "Remember you asked me to touch your cock?"

      "Yes."

      "And you wanted to feel my little fella?"

     "Oh, yes."

     "Daddy?"

     The voice seemed like a distant echo. My eyes devoured every piece if
that stiffly. "Yes, son?"

     "How did you ask me?"

     I was in no defense against the prick allure. "I said: Sean, wrap your
hands around daddy's cock."

     "And did it feel good?"

     "Oh, yes, so good."

     "And remember how got on your knees so you could look at my... What
did you call it?"

      I swallowed. My mouth watered. "Your tiny boy cock."

     "Yes, that was it. My tiny boy cock.' Sean slid his fingers up then
down his prick. "This is what you longed for. Show me how you got on your
knees."

     I dropped. My knees hitting the carpet couldn't break my trance.

     "And did you want to suck my boy cock?"

      "Most definitely."

      Sean places his fists on his hips. "When did you know you would suck
your son's little cock?"

     "The moment I saw you."

     Sean grinned. "Do you know when I decided I wanted incest?"

     My head shook slowly from side to side, my eyes were transfixed.

     "The moment you had me touch your cock and told me you were the best
cocksucker in the world."

     My knees brought me within inches of my goal. "Your daddy is the best
cocksucker in the world."

     "Daddy?" He asked coyly.

     "Yes, my son. My son with the most perfect tiny cock."

     "Prove it."

     Leaning forward my tongue touched the silky exposed knob. Once then
twice about the head before my tongue feathered it's way down the warm iron
stiffly. The tip of the tongue wiggled about the pliant bag. It rolled over
the balls. Then finding where they hung suspended I weighed each with the
uplift. Opening wider the tongue scooped the balls inside. My lips sealed
as the balls were bounced about in the gentle saliva filled suction of a
desperate man. For moments or hours I suckled my Irish son's balls.

    Letting them fall away my tongue climbed the ivory stalk until once
more the tip bathed the knob with my unbridled lust. Lips parting and I
suckled the wondrous prick all the way down. Holding it.  Sucking with
tenderness. My head began to Bob on my son's beauty. So delicious. So
hot. My mouth and tongue recorded every nuance of the stalk. Then as my
head bobbed ferociously I felt fingers feel my hair. Then pull. Hips banged
against my face. My headed moves with speed. My mouth my tongue were a warm
wet sleeve for my incestuous goal. His fingers grabbed my hair in
fistfuls. My mouth would not stop. Then shouting from far
off. Pleading. Begging. Still my head bobbed.  My mouth suckled. Then
spasms. The pricklette quivered. The hips stopped. Hands on my forehead
tried to push me away. But my mouth held fast. My head was still. I suckled
until there were no tremors left. Then and only then did I release my son.

     Sean fell to his back, panting, moaning. His head swayed from side to
side as his body rushed to calm itself. Paws slid up and over his torso as
he began to find his peace. Slowly he raised up on his elbows. Looking at
me, flushed but grinning, he said, "Oh, daddy. You are the best
cocksucker."

      "Can't wait to see if it runs in the family." As I stood my mouth
hovered over his still stiff prick. Giving my lust a few hard sucks my son
begged me to stop. Too sensitive still. I stood before him a fit man with
blonde-red body hair: furry chest, full thick red bush. My eight inch tube
begging for release. "Get your face over here."

     Sean sat on his ample rump, scooting forward. "Want me to suck your
cock, daddy?"

     "Yeah, but in the morning. It's how I like to be awakened. Every
morning, my little cocksucker."

     Sean grinned. "From the looks of it I'd be a big cocksucker."

    I smiled. "Listen, honey. Daddy's gotta bust his nuts real bad but the
way I'm feeling I wouldn't be able to hold back. So I'm gonna jerkoff on
your body and pretty face and you're gonna talk more of your irish hot
talk. Okay?" My hand gripped my fat hard cock as I slowly started to
fist. The dripping precum made an excellent lubricant. I loved jerking a
show for my son.

     "That's the big cock you made me touch."

     "Yes. Made you." My fist gripped as my free fingers twisted a nipple.

     "Remember the first time you exposed yourself? Back in Ireland?"

      My grip tightened.

      "You came into my room after supper and closed the door. Remember
what you asked me?"

      My fist slowly pumped the length.

      "You asked if I'd ever seen a man's cock. I said that I had never."

      My rhythm became steady.

      "You unzipped and pulled out your cock. And you just let it hang
there. You told me that you wanted as many boys as possible to know what a
man's cock looked like. Then you just talked about school and Ireland and
my activities making sure that I could see your cock at all times."

     My fist moved faster, the cock juice squishing noisily as i jerked
off.

     "When Mr O'Casey came in to say goodnight you let him stay for
awhile. Remember how impressed he was? He told me I'd have a lot to live up
to and that I was lucky to have such a big cock at my new home."

      I pumped with ease. "I remember getting him to show his cock and you
laughed at how small it was."

      "Well it was tiny. I remember how you made him hold yours so he'd
know what a real cock feels like."

      My fist took up speed.

      "I'll bet you let some of those boys in the photographs see your
cock."

      My hand gripped and slid up and down.

       "I'll bet you feel them."  Sean was up on his knees. "Fondle me,
daddy."

       My tit twisters reached down and felt Sean's balls and prick just as
my mouth had explored.

       "That feels good. Feel me, daddy. When we go for a drive I want you
to keep these fondling fingers down my pants."

       That did it. "Sit", I hissed. My fisting was furious. "Daddy's
getting his nut for you, son. I'm gonna shoot my little boy makers all over
your pretty face. You're gonna suck my cum every morning and get fucked
every night. Oh, oh. Fuuucckk!!"

       The sperm hit his nose, forehead, closed eyes. Gushes spewed out as
wave after wave covered his face. His open mouth caught white rivers that
trickled down. My knees let out as I hit the floor. Exhausted I trembled
from the explosive force. Sean stepped to the floor eager to help. Raising
my head the sweet prick was right there so I did what any good father would
do. I gave my son a blow job.





Morning found me cuddled with my little Irishman beside me. He was wide
awake as he eagerly chatted. My responses were terse but my smile simply
indicated that it took longer for some of us to rouse from the arms of
Morpheus. My lips kissed his nose as my fingers explored his smooth
torso. His fingers happily toyed with my chest hair. It wasn't long before
I was aware enough to begin the day. We had our morning piss foregoing the
shower as we did so after our second bout of lovemaking.

     Sean bounced on the bed as I fell across the rumpled covers. Scooting
up beside while remaining seated he tenderly felt my chest. "I guess I
didn't wake you the way I was supposed to."

     My fingers slid between his crossed legs to gently fondle his prick
and balls. "No time like the present." My head moved in to suck on his
sweet prick. After a few loving minutes I released my son. "Just wanted to
say hello to my little fella." My lips were free but my fingers remained
engaged.

     Sean looked down my hairy form. "I'm not sure what to do next."

     "It isn't a race nor is there a right way or a wrong way. Lean down
and just start playing with my cock. The rest will follow."

     Leaning across my body he gave me access to his sex while his hands
found my cock. The fingers manipulated my foreskin causing instant
hardness. "Daddy, it looks humongous up close."

     "I know, honey, but he's a friendly beast." My hand slid down so the
tower stood pointing towards the ceiling. "Start by licking the head. Run
your tongue all over my knob."

      Sean let his tongue tentatively brush my cockhead. The cock was held
between his hands as he licked with evergrowing confidence. The tongue slid
about the purple skin as the hands held fast. The photographer in me knew
that I would one day capture this beauty. For now it was enough to watch
and feel the marvel of it all.

     "That's nice, son."

     The lad offered a beautiful smile. "See, I am a big cocksucker."

      Grinning back I said, "and the best." His beauty was
incandescent. "Try kissing, Sean. Let your lips slide over daddy's fat
knob."

     His lips fish-mouthed the head until he found a rhythm allowing his
tongue to press in between. The knob became marvellously slick. My murmurs
of contentment urged him ever onward. When his mouth tired he moved my
foreskin up and down. "All of a sudden it tastes different." He licked to
confirm this discovery.

     "That's my precum. Most men produce it but daddy makes lots. You'll
get used to it. You're gonna have it everyday. Do you mind the taste?"

      He tasted again. Then shrugged.

      "Here. I'll get you a good taste of it." My fingers pressed tightly
to the cock tube on the underside sliding from bottom to top. A lovely fat
teardrop formed. "Put your lips there and suck it up." I watched him suck
and sample. His mischievous grin told me all was good. This time he got up
more of the juice himself. The bonus was now he was sucking at least about
the piss slit. Listen I g to him slurp was the best music ever made.

     "I like it more and more."

     Chuckling I offered, "Like father, like son." Taking hold of my cock
once more my free hand fondled his now hanging balls as he had gotten to
his knees. "Try take the head into your mouth. Open wide. That's it. Just
get it in. Don't try to suck, just let him rest in his new home."

     It took many starts before Sean found a comfortable angle. He sucked
badly but the knob was at least where it should always be. I knew he'd had
enough but it was a better than hoped for start. With his eagerness to
explore he was left to play with his new suck toy and my full hairy balls.

     "Son, do you know what I could do with?" His expression was filled
with desire to please. "I'd love a big cocksucker to sit on my face."  In a
flash he was beside me. In the direction of my toes I had him squat his boy
package into my mouth. With beautiful incestuous prick and balls in my
mouth while paws fondle the firm butt cheeks his torso lay down on mine. As
my tongue slowly explored the stiffy and nuts his mouth played with my
cockhead. Father and son did our first sixty-nine.

    "Oh, dad," Sean groaned.

    "Come around, son. Fuck my mouth while you cum. Hurry."

     Using my paws on his hips I helped him fuck his father's
mouth. Instead of my hair this time he gripped the cover as he was pointed
towards the headboard. As he writhed and moaned I sucked his boy cock as
hard as I could. Bouncing he let out a roar as he finished. This time he
pulled out of my mouth. Much too sensitive for an afterglow suck job.

     Once he'd recovered Sean begged to suck the cum from my knob. But he
needed more time for it to fully work. The compromise was me jerking off
and at the last he could suck the cum out.

     With Sean playing with my bag my eyes watched as my hand began to
jerk. "Do you like the way daddy sucks your little fella?"

     "Oh, yes, daddy. You're the best cocksucker in the world."

     "Fucking right I am."

     His hands pulled and massaged my balls. "Would you like to suck me
now?"

     "Fuck, yes. Get that boy cock down my throat."

     In a repeat of earlier he spit polished my knob while my mouth held
his entire sex. Boy balls and prick kept my tongue lively as my cheeks
created a warm sucking vacuum. Inhaling his ass scent my senses reeled as
his tongue kept up with my pounding fist.

    As I felt the first inkling of surge he replaced my fist with his own
hands. Determined boy that he was he got my knob all the way in just before
my cum filled his hard swallowing throat. His own body twitched and we
shared our first mutual orgasm together. Father cock and son cock where
they ought to be secured in such times.





After our evening shower we cozied in to bed together. His head on my
bicep, hands fondling each other's stiffies. We relaxed in the new glow of
each other. My lips found his nose then pecked his lips. As our eyes met
his surprise faded and we kissed again. And again. Then my lips began to
linger longer and longer. My tongue tasted a few times until he started to
reciprocate. Then our tongues met. Mouths opened. And we began to make
love.

    His arms wrapped about my neck as my own sidled up tight beside
him. Looming above my weight was on my arms. My mouth found his neck. Then
my tongue slid to his sweet paps flickering gently across each one, coaxing
them awake to hardness. I trailed down his body until I was securely
between his legs, knees over my shoulders.

     My mouth made love to his prick. Suckling and kissing with my tongue
feathering his prick came alive for my desires. My tongue teased his
balls. My lips kissed and sucked each one separately then together. But my
tongue had a mission and this was merely an oasis to be savoured but not
too long.

     Hands slid up the back of his thighs parting my destination. The tip
of my tongue tickled his little hole. Then I lathered and prodded. My
tongue was the key. As my tongue pushed in the opening relaxed. My mouth
bit his thighs then went back to his sweet hole. He began to moan. My
tongue slobbered until he dripped with daddy spit. Reaching between the
mattress and box springfingers produced the live. Thumb uncapped then
fingers dipped as my sweet son's hole was coated. One carefully manicured
finger moved slowly in causing a gasp of pleasure. Then more lube and
another finger joined in. My mouth sucked prick as slowly I finger fucked
my son.

     Then I sat on my bended legs, ass on the bed. Pulling Sean up I
embraced as we kissed. Up in my arms his butt rested on my arm as my cock
was thickly coated. Then each hand took a butt cheek.

     "Oh, my son, I want us to be one. I want to fill you with my seed. I
want you to fuck yourself on daddy's prick."

    "I want you to fuck me, daddy."

    "I will, baby. You're going to find out how good incest can be."
Positioned over my knob my voice instructed. "Slowly inhale through your
mouth."

     My knob slid in. Then we remained deathly still.

     "Okay?"

     Sean sighed. "Oh, yes. You're so hot up my bum."

      We kissed. "Daddy love is always hot. All father's and sons should be
this close. Sit down a bit more so I can give you a proper son fucking." My
cock went further into the tight furnace. "There. That's good. Bounce on my
cock, baby."

     With my hands on his butt he began to move up and down. My cock felt
such tight joy.

     "Baby, that's good. So good. Fuck. I love you so much, son. So fucking
much."

     "Daddy, I love you, too. Cock is so big. Big."

     "That's it, babe. Bounce faster. Feel daddy cock up your bum." I was
suddenly close. The heat, the tightness or the incest but I was almost
there. "Stop, stop, stop." I held him still.

     "Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me." It was a complaint.

     My hands slid up his back to clasp his shoulders.

     "Daddy, fuck me." He began to bounce.

     "Here it comes then."

     Bringing him to his back a piston in his tight hole no more than three
hard thrusts before I erupted inside my boy. Cumming and bucking Sean
groaned ecstatically as super after spurt lay siege to his insides. I moved
to get out and off but my son's arms held my neck tight.

     "Not yet, daddy. Let's wait till you go soft."


END