Date: Wed, 9 Jun 2010 22:01:27 +0100 From: John-Paul Dixon Subject: "Dad Joins In" Disclaimer: Regular readers should know the rules by now.You shouldn't be sat there with your cock in your hands if it's illegal to in your country, or if my stories offend. The following is fantasy, not real and involves a hot session between a dad and his randy 14 year old son! Oh, and apologies if some readers don't quite 'get' some of the wording I use.Though I imagine most of you will get the general drift, lol! So, fellas, cocks out and read on. "Hmmmm, oh, daaaaad, yessss, do it, fuck me tight arse-hole, pleeeeeease, dad" My hot, sweaty dad was balls deep in my 14 year old boy-hole, my legs thrown over his shoulders and he was dripping sweat over my slim, pale chest which was heaving with the exertion of being soundly fucked by him.He was growling and moaning as he banged against my sensitive inner-button. "Oh, fuck, son, you're sooo fuckin' tight, just soooooo fuckin' tight" The sounds of his big cock squelching inside my stretched hole was at the same time obscene and so damn horny. "Aaaaaagh, dad, fuck me, FUCK ME, pleeeease.Spunk in me arse, dad, do it, want yer spunk" Dad was really into it now, humping me up the bed and gasping as my ring-piece gripped his throbbing shaft. "Ooooh, you dirty little fucker.You want me spunk, do ya, DO YA?". . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Marky, you ever getting up today, yer gonna be late for school!" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .WTF?! Mum? What the hell was she doing here? I looked up.Yup, there was dad, still leaning over me, still with his meaty cock buried deep inside me arse-hole, groaning away as he rogered me silly!. . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Maaaaark, come on, son, you're gonna be late, AGAIN" As mum's voice became more insistent, and intrusive, dad suddenly disappeared! Huh, where'd he go?! Hands suddenly roughly shaking my shoulder and mum's voice again. "Bloody hell, lad, will you wake up, NOW" And as I unglued my sleep-crusty eyes there she was, large as life and twice as fucking angry! My sodding mother! God, was I ever miffed.It was a naffing dream, yet again.And my miserable mum had ruined it all, just as I was gonna get my bowels filled with dad's boiling hot daddy-spunk, DAMNIT! And, yet again, she got to witness my stonking hard-on, all 6 throbbing uncut inches of 14 year old boy-cock! "Jesus-h-christ, Mark.What is it with you and that, that. . . ., THING of yours?" Oh, do shut the fuck up, mother, aint you ever seen a cock before? Well, that's what I was thinking as I struggled to grab the sheet to cover myself up, lol! "I just don't know what goes on un that head of yours, yadad, yadda, yadda, blah, blah, blah" God, did she never stop? I mean, come on, hands up, who didn't have a permanent boner at that age?! No-one? Thought so, lol! "Jeeze, mum, please, don't.It's bad enough you come barging in here without knocking, but do you have to keep banging on?" Well, that little act of back-chat got a slap round the head, oops! I cried out and slipped under the duvet sulking. "Oh, no you don't young fella me lad.You get yourself outa that stinking pit of yours, right now.You are NOT having another day of school.I've already had the headmaster on the phone, and he is NOT best pleased with you.So, MOVE IT, NOW" With that, she grabbed the bedding and slung it to the floor leaving me cupping my rapidly shrinking boy-jewels in my hands! Stooping to pick up my bedding mum noticed a pile of my spunk-crusted undies on the floor just under my bed, oh, oh, more grief, lol! "And, young man, you can sort that lot out.If you think I'm putting up with that little load of dirty undies, think again.You dirty 'em, you bloody well wash 'em.Little pervert, always playing with yerself, it's not natural" And, thankfully she marched out of my bedroom with my bedding tucked under her arm, muttering away to herself like a trapped record! Taking advantage of the relative peace, I skinned back my knob-hood and rubbed my palm over my slimey bell-end.Hmmmm, that felt soooo damn good.I slipped a finger round that sensitive ridge which was all gunky with cock-slime and little bits of old spunk and brought my finger up to my nose and took a good long sniff.God, I must be some kinda freak cos I just loved the smell of my boy-muck, all ripe and smelly.I stuck the finger in my mouth and licked round it savouring the tangy taste of my own slime and chewy days old boy-spunk.Bloody marvelous! And, sod it all to fricking hell, that little delight was spoilt by the sounds of raised voices from downstairs! Christ almighty, what was it with fucking adults? I mean, did they do it deliberately, ruining almost every chance for a randy, dirty school-kid to get his sodding rocks off? Bloody well felt like it.Ah, well, nothing else for it, better get up and ready for school.Though I sure as hell was not gonna wash my cock, NO WAY! I usually found some time at school to toss one off and I wanted that ripe smelly boy-slime round my bell-end to give me something to help spunk-off, lol! See, told you all I was one nasty little fucker with a pervy mind! By the time I'd got dressed, slipping into a pair of my crusty stained white undies for added sleaziness, lol, and made my way down to the kitchen, hell, you could've cut the atmosphere with a knife! Dad was sat at the kitchen table, and bugger me if he weren't in just a pair of his boxers, and mum was in her favourite spot, at the sink elbows deep in soapy dishwater! The look on her face when she half turned said it all, and warned me not to say a word to her! "Er, alright, dad, morning, how's tricks you old git?" That bit of cheekiness got me a raised fist and a snort from him. "Cocky little bugger, aint ya? Yer not too big to go over me knee, ya know.S'wot you need, kiddo, yer arse slapping" Ooh, yes please, I thought.But I just grinned and winked at him.As I passed by him on my way to the fridge he gave my arse a slap, and I swear I heard him give a little moan! Mum turned to me and shaking a soapy hand at me muttered, "Well, thank you very much for gracing us with yer prescence, about time, though it's gone half nine" Dad rolled his eyes to the ceiling and growled, "For pity's sake, woman, can you PLEASE just not ruddy well start again". I grabbed the milk carton from the fridge and took a deep slug staright from the carton, just to piss everone off really! I was in a shitty mood by now, lol! Dad came over to me and said, "God, Marky, yer really pushing yer luck, ya know that.If it's not yer ma banging on about you wanking off all the sodding time, it's you deliberately pissing us off with yer slobby ways" Hello! What's this? Bloody hell, she'd only gone and moaned to me dad about my masturbatory habits! But when I looked at him, dad actually had a sly grin on his face! Then, even freakier, he leaned into me and whispered, "Mate, you pull ya pud any time ya can, ya gotta empty ya bollox, right?" And, patting my arse again he winked and went back to his chair at the table.Oh, yes, what's that I noticed, had my old man got a semi on?! Blow me, the dirty bugger was actually getting turned on by the fact his randy son couldn't leave his boy-knob alone! Interesting, verrrrrry interesting, and fricking horny! And, mum was off again! This time she directed her venom at poor old dad.Flinging the dish-brush at the wall she let out a scream, "Right, that's it.You two make me damn sick to the back teeth.You're always taking each others side, bloody well whispering and taking the piss.Well, I've had enough.You two can just get on with it without me, I'm going to my mothers, and sod the pair of you"And off she went, storming from the kitchen and making enough noise to wake the dead as she stomped upstairs.Minutes later the whole house almost shook as she slamed her bedroom door! Dad just hung his head and sighed.He seemed totally unsurprised at mum's outburst, well we'd both witnessed enough of them so I guess he wouldn't react.I actually felt rather sorry for him.After all, he wasn't a bad bloke.He worked hard, got me pretty much what I wanted, although I wasn't spoilt, and he treated mum well, when she allowed him anywhere near her! Hell, I actually found myself going over to him and putting an arm round his shoulder, his BARE shoulder.Fuck, my knob gave a twitch, and before I had time to rearrange my stiffening bulge dad swung round in his seat and wrapped his arm round my waist! His face buried in my belly he let out a sob! Oh, bloody hell, do not do this, dad, pleeeeease! I mean, which 14 year old wants to witness his bloody dad crying? Even worse, when that son has a stiffie and his dad's face is not that far away from him! Thankfully, he soon got himself together and sniffing he looked up at me."Christ, son, sorry 'bout that.Yer ma and me's having a rough time at the moment"No shit, Sherlock! I'd have had to've been a zombie to not realise that all was not tickety-boo in the home, lol! Then, dad completely took me by surprise when he stood up and put his arms round me and hugged me tight.Then he gave me a kiss on the forehead and said, "God, I fuckin' love you son.Looks like we's gonna be on our own for the time-being, that ok with you, kiddo, eh?" Jeeze, thoughts were crashing round inside my head.Mum was actually leaving, for how long well I didn't know.And that meant me and dad would have to just rub along together.Christ, did we even know how to cook?! And, more importantly, would he mind if I fell to my knees and choked on his throbbing big hairy daddy-pisser, lol?! Well, ok, I admit, THAT thought wasn't really part of it, well not quite! Dad pulled himself together and grinned at me."Well, kiddo, at least with yer mum outa the way you can toss yerself off anytime ya like, me as well as it happens.Waddya reckon, not a bad deal really, eh?" Now, ordinarily the idea of flopping my boy-knob out and tugging away anytime I liked seemed like heaven.It was just confusing cos there was my dad telling me to go for it, right there in the kitchen in just his boxers, and, I might add with a twitching in his undies.Yes, I could definitely see his cock reacting! And, boy, did I ever wanna see it in all it's glory.BUt at the same time, well, it just seemed a tad strange! It was then that I noticed the smell! It was like the atmosphere had changed, became highly charged.I'd noticed when dad came home from work, he worked in a garage, that he'd smell all greasy and like, well, a garage.But this was different.Yeah, I smelt sweat, but something else was there too. I didn't know words like 'musky' at 14, but I guess you'd say that's what it was.But again, there was a familiarity about it also.SPUNK! Yup, that was it, the smell of spunk! Fuck me, my dad smelt of spunk, oh boy! This was NOT gonna be doing me any good, lol! Dad looked at me in a weird way and absolutely no words were spoken.Instead he gave a few throat-clearing coughs and made his way out of the kitchen and I heard him go upstairs.Oh, please, no more rowing.Minutes layer, I heard mumbled words from their bedroom and then after more time the door opening again and feet on the stairs.Mum appeared in the kitchen doorway, suitcase in hand.She glared at me and hissed, "You are just like him, " nodding her head back over her shoulder, "So you can bloody well get on with it, and yer dirty habits" And she was gone, just like that! Huh, what the hell did she mean by that?! Well, mateys, your all gonna have to wait till the next part, where I get to find out exactly what mum meant by that curious statement.I'll let your active minds conjure up some scenarios, and I know you all can, lol As usual, you can comment at: jpdixon1@hotmail.com