Date: Tue, 6 Sep 2016 21:38:59 -0700
From: DaddyRob2@hushmail.com
Subject: Daddy Dreams

This is a tale of intergenerational incest between father and son, man and
boy. There are so many great stories here, if this is not for you, trust
me, you'll find what you're looking for. Enjoy.


Daddy Dreams


Fishing with my son has always been a pleasure. We'd head down to the river
here in our small hometown, pop a soda, and cast away the afternoon. We
both enjoyed the time together though Tim's expertise was sorely
lacking. The balance of the rod was too awkward for his small hands but he
was tenacious. So when I had the offer of a cabin for the weekend by a lake
that teemed with trout we both jumped at the chance.

     Here are are, father and son, off to the beauty of the mountains and
all that wonderful fish fry...



We stood thigh deep in the cold water as lines were continually cast and
reeled. Timmy stood a few feet back and about two yards to my right. I'd
been hooked once too often by an errant fling of his to stand too
close. What trout I caught was unhooked and tossed to the shore. There was
enough for dinner and breakfast. Beautiful rainbow trout. As I headed up to
my son he was trying to unhook his own catch of the day: a waterlogged
boot.

     Three fish were sered to perfection in the fire pit. We ate ravenously
each mocking a gnarling bear as we tore in. By the time we finished it was
still only mid-afternoon. Tim wanted to swim but that lake was too cold for
his old man. Instead, I suggested a hike up one of the well-worn
trails. The woods offered relieving shade allowing us to hike further than
expected. As we rounded a thicket of birch trees we stepped into a
clearing. Obviously this was man-made for in the centre was a perfect deep
pool surrounded by natural flat rock. The sun beamed onto the water that
explained my son's surprise that it was warm.

     Tim looked at the pond with a certain disappointment. "Too bad we
didn't bring our bathing suits."

     I looked at him chuckling. "You want to go back and get yours, be my
guest. But there's no way I'm not taking advantage of this gift." With that
I peeled of my T-shirt then plopped on the grass pulling off my running
shoes. As the socks were elastically pulled I asked, "Well you coming in?"

     Poor Tim looked shocked.

     "Ever heard of skinny-dipping?" My thumbs slid my shorts and briefs
down in a single swift beat. Turning I gave my kid a full gander of his old
man before stepping into the warmth of the spa-like relief. "Come on in,
chicken".

     As I stared him down the blushing boy stripped. First the top, the the
shoes and socks, then the shorts. Unlike his old man shorts and briefs at
the same time proved too much. But when he walked naked to the pond it had
been worth the wait. His body was lithesome personified. And the tan light
was like a beacon on his sex. The perfection of his perfect buns forced me
to think of baseball. And hockey. And old women.

     Soon we were swimming in circles about the rim. Splashing and
laughing. I began to toss hum up in the air so he could cannonball the
waters. He liked that best of all. I tossed till my arms tired. He was a
happy grinning boy; the image of dreams.

     As my arms rested on the flat rocks along with my neck, Tim paddled
over to cling to my neck. His body floated; mine stood down below me.

     "This is the most fun we ever had!" He laughed happily.

     I joined in my version of giggles.

     "Can we come tomorrow?"

     "Don't see why not. We can bring our speedos, too." I gave his nose a
peck. "Though you certainly seem to have adapted to swimming bare-ass. You
like swimming in the buff with the old man, don't you?"

     He laughed loudly. "Yeah, I do!"

     "Good. Me, too." My hands reached to hold his ribs so he could stop
paddling. "It's kind of fun letting our dinks hang out together, hunh?"

      He bit his lip as he grinned.

      "Yes, so nice. And I don't let just anyone see mine. Not at all. No,
siree."

      "But I did!"

      "You sure did. And do you know why?" Suddenly thoughtful he shook his
head. "Because you're my son and I'm your daddy. It's always okay for you
to see mine; anytime, anywhere. Just like it's always okay for me to see
your dink whenever you want me to look at it." I gave a conspiratorial
squint as I stage whispered, "I actually like the look of your dink."

     "You do?" He was delighted.

     "I really do". I echoed his grin. "You have the most beautiful dink
I've ever seen. Perfect in every way a dink can be perfect." I watched him
swim away happily. He bobbed and dove and giggled and when he beckoned me
we both splashed and laughed and then once more he was dropping
cannonballs.

     Though it was far from dark the beaming sun had subsided to tent us in
cooler shade. We both felt the urge that the swim was over.

     Tim pulled his body upwards giving a full view of his round white
gloves. On top of the stone he turned, sitting with his legs splayed. He
watched me bob on the other side. "Can you see my dink all right, daddy?"

     I swam a few short strokes and hovered near his crotch. "I can now."
His innocence hugged his body but the beauty was undiminished. Openly I
took in the view of every contour and studied where white turned to pink.

     I grinned my thanks. "We should head back. Just put on your shorts and
Adidas. I'll carry the rest". By the time he had his runners tied up I was
all ready to go. Hand in hand we trailed back to the cabin.

    I confess we ate junk that night: chips, cookies, peanuts and lots of
soda. Checkers was always our favorite game so we played until lights were
necessary. After beating me (quite fairly, I might add) for the fourth time
in twenty it seemed like the perfect time to end. With now just our shirts
on he headed off to have a bath while I cleaned up and pulled out the sofa
bed in the one room cabin. By the time the bed was made he had emerged
smelling of something herbal. That soap would have to go. He smelled like
springtime from an aerosol can. Well, at least he was clean.

     I left him to get out of his shorts. The shower beckoned. At least the
deodorant soap smelled clean not in the least flowery. I towelled my hair
from sopping to damp. Unlike Timmy, my body was unclad as I walked about
turning off lights and locking the screen door. Even in what should have
been darkness a blue-tinged light crept from the windows and screen door to
cast the room in a soft night glow.

    "Do you want the curtains drawn?"

    "No. It looks great. Must be a full moon."

    "Indeed there is." I walked to stand by the edge of the convertible
bed. "Do you want to see my dink before I get under the covers?"

     Tim looked up at me smiling before casting his eyes down to my
crotch. His eyes roamed all over like fingers as they explored my exposure
in the moonlight. There was pride as he studied knowing that mine was a
prized and much-sought-after manhood.

     "You just let me know when you're done." My arms were folded across my
chest as I stood exposed before my son. It was important for my son to know
that this was not only okay but his right as my son. My pride also lay in
knowing that not long from now he would begin to proportion to the size of
the family inheritance. My own father, even my grandfather, had the same
magnificent size that though soft left no doubt of its much powerful
potential. My son would inherit the envy of any man who saw.

     Tim scooted back. "Okay, daddy."

    I slid in beside him, kissed his nose and rolled my back to him. The
swim and the junk food did me in. When I next opened my eyes the room was
light with morning. As I lay on my back the screen door squeaked open as my
son bounded inside clad in clean shorts.

     "You're up!" The face beamed his merriment.

     "Definitely", I yawned waiting for my erection to subside. "How long
have you been up?"

     "Not long. I brushed the grill for the trout. Can we eat?"

     "Give me a moment. I gotta piss then light up the fire. It'll take me
a few." Slowly my body sat up. My legs swivelled over the edge allowing my
feet to secure my rising frame.  Turning I covered my balls as my thumb
crowned the base of my meat. "My cock", I said almost absently as Tim
looked on in surprise. I turned away heading to the can. "Get the fish out
of the fridge."

     Wearing briefs I lit the fire after my ablutions. Explaining that we
were pretty much alone here he took it in his stride. But I believe he was
amused seeing his dad cooking outdoors in tight underwear. His eyes
certainly liked my crotch for they seemed to always be there whenever I
turned in our conversation to make eye contact. His always had to look up
for mine. That amused me.

     Breakfast gave way to more fishing. Tim thought I looked funny in
wader boots and pale blue briefs but the trout were not amused as lunch and
breakfast were once again secured. Hours passed until Tim tentatively
mentioned the swimming hole as he had dubbed it.

     "Good idea. We can wear our bathing suits and hikers there."

     "No", he grinned mischievously. "Let's skinny-dip."

     Thus decided, we hiked in tees, shorts and shoes. He stripped before
me with ease as I did the same. The water was bath warm as we splashed
about, tossing and laughing, diving and bobbing, swimming freely until once
more he clung to my neck as I held his flanks.

     "Do we have to go back tomorrow?" Hope edged his voice.

     "Indeed we do. I have work on Monday and you have school. We can't
live in seclusion as appealing as it sounds. You and I, my lad, are apart
of the world not separate from it."

     Tom sort of frowned. "I guess. But it'll all be different when we get
home."

     "How so?"

     He fumbles until he found his words. "Well, we won't go skinny-dipping
or sleep in the same bed or, well, you know...all the rest."

     I chuckled deeply. "Oh, think not, do you?" My sly grin brought a
smile to my son. "We have a bathtub big enough for two. My bed is big
enough for two. And, my son, I am your father. My dink is yours and yours
is mine." I kissed his brow. "Now, are you going to let me see that sweet
dink of yours?"





We were home three days completely wrapped in our routine of breakfast,
work, school, dinner, TV and my own residual catching up, then bed. It was
Wednesday after supper while Tim watched the tube and I was filling out
more reports for work, it all got the better of me. I slammed down the pen,
pushed the chair back forcefully and marched into our condo living
room. Tim looked up startled as though he had done something wrong.

    "Who's your father?"

    His eyes narrowed. "You are."

    "Who's my son?"

    He cocked his head. "Me."

    My arm extended my open hand. "I got caught up in the end of the month
at work. Father and son, right?"

    He began to rise with a spreading grin. "Yup!"

    "Yup is right. Let's go skinny-dipping."

    In my bathroom we quickly stripped as the bath filled with bubbles
provided conveniently by my shampoo. He followed me in kneeling between my
splayed legs. He lifted the bubbles as though they were a bouquet. As we
blew them apart we both laughed in relief. Leaning forward his palms rested
on the front of my shoulders.

    "Sorry about the last few days. Month end is always a bitch." My hands
held his flanks as they had done not so many days ago in our little pool.

    "I didn't know how to say something."

    "You shouldn't have had to. It's my fault, not yours." My hands slid to
his hips and I brought him close to me. "You're more important than any
job. But we need that job so I can't slack off." My faced moved close to
his. "And isn't my buddy supposed to be bunking with me?" He kissed my
nose. "And where in hell is my favorite dink?"

    "Do you wanna see?"

    I looked him over. "I'm not so sure. Those bubbles are very becoming."
But my paws parted the suds revealing his beauty. "There you are."

     Tim giggled as my fingers wiped away each small balloon of shampoo. My
fingers lightly danced about his sex with only enough pressure to
reveal. His hands rested on my head assuring his balance. "Can you see my
dink now, daddy?"

     "Yes. Daddy can see." My eyes ogled the beauty of slender dick and
small loose balls. My hands brought him back to his knees. "What say we
finish up and get ready for bed?"

     "With you?"

     I smiled warmly. "With me."



We made our way to Tim's new bedroom both of us dry and nude. He hopped to
the pillow at the head of the bed. As he brought his knees up, grinning
happily, I sat by him, my feet in the floor. Facing him my paw rested on
his knee, slid down his calf to his ankle then back up. The hand eased down
his inner thigh as my lips brushed his knee. My chin planted itself on the
bone cap.

     Tim's face beamed broadly as my paw soothed up and down the inner
thigh. "I'm glad I get to sleep here."

     "From now on."

     "Good. It'll be just like up at the cabin." His hand lightly touched
my hairy thigh. Fingers began to toy with the short strands.

     "Better. We're home." As I kissed his knee he allowed his other leg to
stretch out. Glancing down I saw his cute prick. "There he is." We
exchanged grins. My body swung onto the covers, my legs sliding under his
allowing me the freedom to spread out as crotch was close to
crotch. "There. Is that better?"

     Tim nodded. "You know you're really big. Kinda looks like a big cuddly
puppy."

     Smiling at the metaphor I said. "I guess in some ways he is. Puppies
like to be petted." My fingers began to fondle my son's sex. "Like this."
My expertise brought the prick to hard life. With both hands my fingers
toyed with his wonderful balls secured in their loose bag as they also felt
the ridges of his sweet pole. My eyes sought his face but he stared at my
manipulating fingers on his sex in rapt attention. "Feel good?"

    Tim never raised his gaze but continued between his legs. "Oh, yeah!."
His body sighed as it was filled with wonderful sensations.

     "You see how a puppy responds when it's petted. It just feels good."

     "Daddy! Look at yours!"

     Sure enough, the heat between my legs was my lengthening hard-on. My
rod elongated between us, stretching forward then rising up like a great
behemoth. It waivers a moment then stood steel up. My son's hands
immediately reached to hold the throttle. We both stared in awe: him at my
cock, me at his hands feeling about the shaft.

     "Geezer, I didn't know it would grow so much!" His hands slid about my
plump pulpy knob. "It's so humongous!"

     My fingers fondled his sex as my now free hand reached along his jaw
line tilting his head up. We kissed slowly with a careful deliberation. My
lips slid about his with a growing knowledge that tonight I would make love
to my son.

     His fingers slid about my pole as his lips accepted the tip of my
tongue. He feathered mine with the tip of his own. As his hands squeezed
harder my tongue rolled into his mouth. Tongues began to explore as our
hands once more fondled each other in incestuous delight.

     Breaking free I eased my son back as my tongue found first one pap
then the other. I kissed and tongue teased the nipples to erection. Then my
tongue began the feathery Swiss downward over belly, navel and lower to
above his prick. My body twisted until I was flat on my stomach. His
magnificence was before me.

    "Daddy?" He asked in a low uncertain voice. Then he sighed.

     My mouth swallowed the prick sucking hard.  My head swelled with heat
as my tongue cushioned the underbelly of the hard shaft. Barely bobbing, my
mouth did all the work sucking deliriously on Tim's prick. I then kissed
down the sides only to arrive on tip to suckle the knob. My tongue played
the ridges as I kissed and teased and sucked. Then my mouth moved lower to
scoop the balls into my mouth. My tongue slathered them with my spit. I
suckled my son's full bag testing each ball with my tongue. I sucked and
pulled as I moaned in heat. My tongue slid lower as his thighs were pushed
back. There! There before my eyes lay the magnificent hole. My tongue dove
in rudely flicking the boy slit. Prodding and poking my wet tongue tip
fucked only the very opening of his virgun hole.

     Tim pulled at my hair as his calf's bounced about freely. He groaned
as he groped for words that would not come. When I sucked in his rod again
he actually yelped, "oh, oh, oh!"

     My mouth released secure in the knowledge this was only a
beginning. As I raised up to my knees I pulled him forward on his butt, his
face in my hands. "Timmy, I need your help."

     He looked up at me breathless. "What, daddy?"

     "I need you to play with my balls but I want you to keep your eyes
shut. Okay?"

     His hands found my hairy nutsack as I tilted his head back. I surveyed
his strong brow and long eyelashes, his aquiline nose and lush full
lips. As I jerked my cock hard my eyes caught the smooth unblemished
cheeks, the firm chin, his absolute innocence. My mind whirled with the
taste of his cock, the wonder of his nuts, the hole I would breech. My lust
drove me on as I jerked my cock so hard. His fingers pulled and squeezed my
balls. I was so close. I barely groaned as the first gob of cum hit his
brow, the second his nose, the third his lips. My stream desecrated his
beauty as my nuts tightened the flow across his face. I spasmed into a
sitting position. And with his face turned upwards my tongue once more
revealed his beauty. When I licked his lips they parted and we shared his
first taste of daddy juice.

    Sitting back we looked at each other with a new sense of
intimacy. Pulling him to me we fell backwards, he on top. Laughing we held
on to each other fiercely.

     "Daddy, what was that stuff?"

     "Did you like the taste?"

     "No", he said quickly. But as he pondered he tested the taste in his
mouth. "Well, maybe kinda."

     "Kinda, hunh?" I chuckled. "Well that's the stuff that helped create
you, much to my delight." I rolled him to his side as my body pressed
against his. "Do you want daddy to suck your cock some more?"

     "Cock?"

     I laughed. "A grown-up guy word. It sounds better than dink."

     He rolled it over: "cock."

     Without further hesitation my mouth was on his cock. I licked and
sucked and slurped. My tongue explored every ridge, bump and texture. My
mouth sucked prick and balls. My tongue explored his hole with him on his
stomach. Those magnificent cheeks cuddled my face as he licked and
explored. One day my cock would open the sleeve rock me to my best
orgasm. And I was definitely ready for another.

    I had dreamt about this since I knew I was having a son. This was
strictly for me. Scooping him up I brought him into the living room. We set
about turning off all lights before heading onto the balcony. My ass
pressed against the rail as my hands on his shoulders forced him to his
knees. I nodded as his gaze went from my eyes to my hard-on.

     My eyes took in the beauty as my son took my knob into his
mouth. Hands held the iron shaft as his sweet luscious lips suckled with
little skill but much enthusiasm. Tears welled as my beautiful son sucked
my cock. My boy. My son. Son sucking daddy cock. It was wondrous to behold.

    There was so much for us to explore. Tomorrow. Next week. Next
year. All the years. His tongue on my cock. On my bag. On my hole. In my
hole. His cock in there. My cock breeching his. Taking his
virginity. Making us one. Sixty-nine. Swapping cum. Jizzing on each
other. In each other. Mouth. Asshole.

     My hands held fast to the railing. This was going to be his first cum
dump. He had to get it. Rise it out of his daddy. Egg daddy on. Make it
happen.

     When I was ready to blast I merely looked down at my boy, my son, my
child. Sweet full lips wrapped about daddy knob. Suckling. Needing. Tongue
flicking. Coaxing. Sucking harder. Good boy. Good cocksucker.

     "Get ready, son. I'm going to cum. Suck up daddy."

     He sucked very hard. The heat churned from low fat balls. Then
up. Up. Fast. Furious. I groaned low as he stopped and began to choke down
the gooey strands. My boy. My son. My cocksucker. That's the way. Swallow
all your brothers.

      Tim looked up with such innocence as a slight rivulet of cum slid
from the corner of his mouth. "More."

      My smile assured him I'd do my best. Always.


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