Date: Fri, 1 May 2015 01:40:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: Pepper Pot <pepper3012004@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daddy Will Do Anything

Daddy Will Do Anything

By Pepper

m/M Incest, Humil

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction.  None of the characters or
events herein are based on real people, either living or dead.  It was
produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of
explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual
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By now, it had become very, very enjoyable both for the dad and for his
son, the twelve-year-old boy.

The boy's dad lay naked on his back in his big, soft bed.  The boy, his
young son, sat naked on his dad's hairy chest and rocked his slender hips
back and forth slowly as his dad licked and sucked his sweet little
erection between his full, sensual lips.

The boy with the contented, superior smile on his flushed face was named
Charlie and, as was already mentioned, the man was his dad.

As Charlie's dad continued to lick and suck ravenously on the boy's sweet
little erection, his heated thoughts turned to how it had all begun, and
where that beginning had led.

Exactly one week ago, Charlie's dad had been lying, just as he was right
now, naked on his bed, drowsy, dosing, drinking in the welcome feel of the
cool, air-conditioned air on his naked skin.  He loved lying like that on
his nice, soft, cool bed after a hard day at work; naked, free, refreshed,
half asleep.  His son Charlie had been the last thing on his mind.

But he was not the last thing on Charlie's mind.  Not at all.

He was the first thing on Charlie's mind as the boy peered stealthily
around the bedroom door and watched his naked dad lying there.

Charlie had been peeking in on his drowsy, naked dad each afternoon for
about a month now.  It had started by accident, but it was no accident now.
Charlie liked looking at his naked dad, and especially at his naked dad's
semi erect penis as it lay along his dad's hairy loins.  Charlie liked
penises, his own, his friends', his coach's, and even a few of his
teachers'.  He especially liked tempting older men with flashes of his own
stiffie whenever the occasion allowed.  He liked the way some men showed
how much they liked looking at his stiffie, and licking it, and sucking it.
He really liked the things he could make some of them do to him, and the
things they would let him do to them, too.

Over the past couple weeks, Charlie had become ever more interested in his
dad's semi erect penis as his days of peeking at his naked dad went by.
Charlie wondered increasingly whether his dad's semi erect penis might grow
to full erection with a little encouragement from him, and how he could
turn that fact to his own advantage.

Charlie knew from his own lurid experiences with some of his older men just
how all-consuming the sexual thrill of an approaching orgasm could take
over a person; could overpower his reason and even his will to
self-preservation; could make him malleable; could transform him into a
cute and docile little plaything for Charlie's sick amusement.  Charlie had
known this at the beginning because he knew that when his own orgasms
approached, he would have readily surrendered totally to become the docile
and obedient thrall of anyone who controlled whether he experienced that
orgasm.  Charlie could only thank God that no one had controlled his
orgasms but him, and that he had learned the power in time to have some
really sick fun with it.

But perhaps, if he ever found himself in a situation where he could
exercise control over his dad's orgasms, then he might have a great deal
more erotic fun.

So on that one particular day, when it finally rolled around a week ago,
Charlie decided to discover whether there might be the possibility of his
engineering such a situation with his dad.  That very afternoon, as his dad
lay on his bed, naked as usual with his penis semi-erect as usual, Charlie
decided to take the chance.

He wasn't taking a total risk here, not by a long shot, and he knew it.
For the past week, he had been tempting and teasing his dad into thinking
thoughts about him that were anything but fatherly.  He had walked around
the house practically naked himself, wearing only a pair of high cutoff
tightie whiteys that outlined his package quite nicely, even if he did say
so himself.  The fact that his dad didn't call him down about his choice of
indoor apparel caused Charlie to believe he was planting some yummy
prurient seeds in his dad's fertile imagination.  Charlie knew for a fact
that his dad hadn't had any kind of sexual relationship with either male or
female since his mom had died last year.  That meant that his dad was way
past due and correspondingly vulnerable.

Of course, Charlie knew that his dad was way too caught up in all that
parental responsibility stuff to ever make the first move because of the
terrible risk he would run if he had miss-judged the situation.  That left
making the first move totally up to Charlie, and he was certainly happy
that this was so.  He would pull his dad along the path he wanted him to go
right by his little head, in his own time and at his own pace.

By the time Charlie decided to make the no-return move, he had driven his
dad into a state of unbridled sexual hunger and confusion that was exactly
where he wanted the older man to be.  He was using the tried and true
methods that had worked so well with other men in the past.  The only
difference here was that it was his own dad he was suckering into the trap.
He had bated the special trap that would snare his dad by alternating
lascivious displays of his yummy physical boy charms; long, coltish legs,
bubble butt, puppy fat tummy, pink-nippled pecs, and pouty lips; with stray
little touches and strokes that his dad couldn't ever seem to decide were
accidental or something else entirely.

Charlie's dad had never, ever thought of his son in that way before last
month; that sick, sexual way.  But by the time Charlie was ready to take it
to the next level, his dad was a tightly wound spring of lurid confusion
and all-encompassing lust hunger.

As he lay there on his bed that day when his life changed forever,
Charlie's dad found himself speculating about all sorts of pedophilic
fantastic things.  And as he speculated, his semi-erect penis became more
and more nearly totally erect.  So that when Charlie silently entered the
room, his dad's penis was standing straight up right out of his loins.
Just as Charlie had hoped it would be.

The boy padded over to his dad's bed, reached out his right hand, and
stealthily began to stroke the underside of his dad's throbbing penis with
the very tips of his cunning young fingers.  Charlie's dad was suddenly
aware of a feeling-not feeling along the underside of his penis that made
it throb and twitch.  His eyes were closed and he was loath to open them,
afraid of what he might see, and afraid of what he might have to do about
it, or not do about it.

As Charlie slid his fingertips fleetingly along his dad's erect shaft, the
older man's hips began to raise up off the bed and he began to make little
thrusting movements as if he were beginning sexual intercourse.  That was
Charlie's cue, and he encircled his dad's turgid erection between thumb and
index finger.  He held his hand steady and smirked to himself as he felt
his dad instinctively thrust his penis up against the little circle of his
small, strong fingers, then slide back down.  Charlie tightened his grip on
his dad's pulsing penis and added the remainder of his small fingers to the
grip encircling it.  His dad continued to thrust up, then slide back down;
up, down, up, down; a little faster and a little more forcefully each time.
Each thrust was accompanied by a hungry little whimper that brought a grin
of satisfaction to Charlie's lips.

Charlie could see a little drop of pre-cum forming on the tip of his dad's
thrusting penis, and he smiled broadly.  A few more minutes now, and he
would be ready to move to the next phase.  Up, down.  Up, down.  Higher and
stronger each thrust than the one before.  Up, down.  Up, down.  Up, down.

Charlie's dad was now making a series of little whimpering moans deep in
his throat, and Charlie knew that, even with his eyes closed tight, his dad
must be stone certain by now as to what was happening to him and who it was
that was making it happen.

Without moving his hand away from his dad's throbbing penis, Charlie
sidestepped toward the head of the bed and, with his free hand, pulled down
his snug underwear until his own erection was free and standing tall.
Without a word, the boy encircled his own throbbing penis and pressed the
silky smooth head right against his dad's parted lips.

"Suck me off now, Daddy," Charlie said the words in a husky voice that
brooked no refusal.  And, of course, there was none from his dad who had
finally frantically allowed himself to cross the forbidden line into
enthusiastic and consensual incestuous pedophilia.  At this point in time,
Charlie's dad would have done absolutely anything not to break the spell.
Charlie's dad would have allowed Charlie to do absolutely anything to him
not to break the spell.  And Charlie knew all about it.  He had witnessed
it all several times before with grown men whom he had enthralled.  But
this time it was his own dad he was ensnaring.  That realization caused
Charlie's stiffie to throb and vibrate like never before.

Without a word of protest Charlie's dad obediently parted his lips just
enough to allow his son to thrust his sweet, turgid erection deep into his
mouth.  Charlie's dad immediately allowed his tongue to lick and slurp.
Then he puckered his lips and sucked on the boy's stiffie just as hard as
he could.  Charlie thought that this was wonderful.  This was better than
anything sexual he had ever done before.  He was licking and sucking his
boy's little stiffie for all he was worth.  His own penis dripped pre-cum
like a faucet.  Charlie's erection throbbed in his dad's hungry mouth, and
his dad wanted this father son incestuous tableau to last forever.

Charlie decided to reward his dad for such good, obedient behavior.  He
began stroking up and down on his dad's pulsating erection just so his dad
didn't have to continue his own thrusting motions, but could keep his mind
strictly on his sucking and licking of his son's ever so yummy treat.
Charlie's own penis was leaking pre-cum steadily by now and his dad simply
adored the tangy taste.  He wanted more, he wanted everything.  He wasn't
going to stop licking and sucking until he had completely emptied his son's
balls.

But then Charlie pulled back and his erection slipped completely out of his
dad's mouth.  At that very same instant, Charlie stopped his stroking
movements.

Charlie's dad opened his eyes, and the pleading, ravenous, desperate look
he gave his son made Charlie giggle.  This was what he had wanted all
along.  This was the state he had wanted to induce in his dad, a state of
absolute sexual hunger and dependence.

"What do you want, Daddy?" the boy asked in a high, almost girlish voice.

Charlie's dad moaned and lifted his head off his pillow in a vain attempt
to re-capture his son's erection between his lips.

Charlie stepped back from the bed and laughed.

"Bad Daddy," scolded the boy and chuckled deep in his throat.

"You can't have any more of my cute little peenie pie until you tell me
just exactly what you want."

A look of sex-hungry frustration crossed Charlie's dad's face.

"Please, Charlie.  Please!"

Charlie gave his dad's penis an encouraging little squeeze.

"Please what, Daddy?" the boy taunted, his small fingers teasing and
fondling.

Charlie's dad could do nothing at this point but surrender his will
totally.

"Please let me suck you, Charlie.  I need to suck you soooo bad."

Charlie looked down at his pitiful, sex starved dad and grinned.

"What will you do for me if I let you have the privilege of sucking me some
more, Daddy?"

Charlie's dad couldn't think strait.  He was so hungry, so needy.

"Anything, Charlie.  Anything at all.  Just let me suck my little boy's
dick."

Charlie decided that there would never be a better time than right now to
set his hook deep into his dad.

Would Daddy like to drink my pee pee?"

Charlie's dad nodded vigorously.

"Then say it Daddy."

"Daddy wants to drink Charlie's pee pee real bad."

Charlie smiled.

"Good boy, Daddy.  And does Daddy want to lick all around his cute little
boy's botty hole?"

Charlie's dad took only a second before nodding his head.

"Then say it, silly Daddy."

"Daddy wants to lick Charlie's botty hole, too."

His dad's words of hungry surrender got a nice little reward when Charlie
began to stroke the older man's rock-hard erection even faster.

"Good Daddy.  Keep behaving and you'll get all the yummy little boy prick
you can take."

So saying, Charlie moved closer to the bed and laughed as his dad tried
desperately to catch the boy's bobbing penis between his famished lips.

Suddenly the boy tired of his sexplay.  He rammed his erection deep into
his dad's throat and began thrusting hard into his throat.  Charlie's dad
almost choked, but he continued to lick and suck.  Charlie was near the
edge now, glorying in the prospect of fucking his dad's throat until he
would splash his hot young boy sperm deep into his dad's gullet.  Charlie
also knew now for certain that before the night was over he would take his
dad's anal cherry.

And now it was one week later and a thoroughly submissive and contented dad
was eagerly awaiting his son's newest prurient demands on him.  In the
intervening week, Charlie had inflicted all sorts of pain and degradation
upon his dad; had tweaked his nipples till the older man was sure Charlie
would tear them right off his body; had squeezed his balls until the older
man had nearly passed out from the torment; had fucked him in the ass both
bareback and with a condom; had gleefully used a monster dildo on his
rectum; had given him a cold water enema each evening; had plundered his
urethra with a stinging catheter; had brought home several of his young
friends and had encouraged each of them to have their own sick way with
him; had taken scores of digital snapshots of his dad in every sort of
degrading and humiliating position, up to and including a special series of
his naked dad on all fours being face fucked by the eight year old brother
of one of Charlie's best buddies.

In the weeks to come, Charlie knew that he would allow his fertile mind to
dream up all sorts of additional humiliations and degradations to heap upon
his totally submissive dad. And he knew that his dad would suffer each and
every one of them now that he had become thoroughly addicted to his son's
throbbing young penis and the yummy sperm that came out of it that was his
only if he obeyed Charlie just right.

What more could a young boy want from his dad?  What more indeed?


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