Date: Tue, 6 Feb 2024 04:35:25 +0000 (UTC) From: rodeoqueer Subject: Driving lessons (incest) Dear Reader, It is important to realize the difference in fantasy and reality. This story and its characters are completely fictional. Any perceived resemblance to real life is completely coincidental. If you are offended by stories of sexual encounters between adults and not-adults, you should stop reading now. Help yourself and others by keeping the stories on Nifty.org available to everyone. Give what you can afford to this invaluable service by making a tax-deductible donation on their website at https://donate.nifty.org/ Now. On to the story... Driving Lessons Chapter one I asked Tyler Lee if he wanted to give driving a go. "It'll only be 3 more years before you apply for your permit and driver's license. Do ya' wanna start now, feeling what it's like to drive Dad's pickup? You'll need all the practice you can get." I referred to myself in the third person anytime I was going to sexually abuse my son. In the dark recesses of my mind, that reasoned away any guilt I might have otherwise felt. I blamed it on "Dad." It didn't matter that he and I were the same entity. I pulled over to the side of the road, unbuckled my seatbelt and told him to pull off his shorts and undershorts while I pushed my jeans down to my ankles. Going commando, I wore no undershorts to restrict the rise of my slumbering one-eyed snake. It sprang to life, rising from it's hairy nest. My 12 yo eagerly clambered onto my lap, my hard uncut cock slid between his milky thighs. Its sheath intact, my erection rose an inch above his legs. There he sat, all four foot two of his nearly 80 pounds. I placed one hand on each side of him and pulled his shirt up and off his slim torso, his hands reflexively raising above his head. I discarded the inside out clothing on the passenger floor board. "We really don't need these as we drive in the summer time, do we, Son?" As he sat between me and the steering wheel, he wiggled his naked butt on me and grabbed the loose foreskin on the end of my dick. . My hard pedo-perv daddy dick wanted to slide into his asshole. "Did you lube up your shit-chute before we left the house like I told ya', Son?" "Yes, Daddy," he replied in his raspy young voice. I don't know if it got that way naturally or if it was a result of me and my friends fucking his throat since he was a toddler. It was, however, the sexiest sounding voice I've ever heard. When he called me "Daddy" before, during, or after our sexcapades, I knew he was alright with what I was doing with him. I kissed the nape of his neck as I asked in a low whisper, "Do you like playing with Dad's big cock?" "Fucking A, I do. I want it inside my little bitch fuck hole." I had taught him well that I liked to hear him be vocal and vulgar at times like this. "That's what I thought. You're Dads little faggot cunt, right? Hold onto the wheel and raise yourself up. Do you want to aim it or do you want me to do it?" He replied with action rather than word. Holding himself off my lap with one hand, my little kid reached behind him and expertly placed my adult manhood at the puckered rosebud of his asshole, making an entrance of the exit. Tyler took a deep breath, held it momentarily while he prepared to take all eight inches of my Red Bull can thick cock. He slowly released his breath, pushing outward with his under-age rectum, and lowered himself onto my fuck stick. "Fuck me, daddy. Hard and deep". My foreskin stayed at the opening while my dick penetrated my child's warm love tunnel. "Oh, God, that's feels so fucking good!" We said it simultaneously. In my day we always said "in stereo" if we spoke the same words at the same time as our friend. Nothing was mono-toned anymore so it was a reference I kept to myself as I exhaled onto his perfect back. "I love you so much, Son!" "I love you, too, Daddy." He squirmed a moment as his rectum made way for the incoming object. When he got settled he said, "Ok, Daddy, let's drive this bitch!" I couldn't see it, but I knew there was a toothy Cheshire smile on my little boys angelic face as I fucked the devil out of him. Again. Chapter Two Tyler and I hadn't gone more than a couple of miles with my dick buried in his ass when a police car came into view from opposite our direction of travel. I didn't have time to react to Tyler sitting on my lap, so I just smiled and waived. The officer's tail lights lit up at the same time as his red and blue lights began flashing. The sound of his siren fading and coming back as he u-turned on the two lane highway. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I exclaimed. "Ty? Can you rise off daddy's dick and pull your shorts up?" I knew I was busted with having a child on my lap but there was no way I was going to get my pants pulled up with Tyler still on my lap. "Slide off me while I pull on my jeans." He did and I did. I was slowing down in preparation to stop but just coasting, not yet breaking. I got my pants up over my ass but knew I wouldn't have time to zip or button them nor buckle my leather belt. I just folded everything into my lap and beckoned my boy to get back in place. Stealthily, I snapped our safety restraint around us. I knew having my kid on my lap was illegal and the officer had every right to pull me over. I initiated my turn signal and applied the brakes as I pulled my truck to the side of the road. "Let me do the talking, alright?" "Yes, Sir, Daddy." I rolled my window down as I saw the officer walking towards our vehicle. Long, steady strides, one hand on his pistol, the other on his radio's mike. Boy, he's ready for some action. I thought: fight, flight, or back-up. Tyler Lee's face beamed at the officer. "Hi, Mr. Policeman, Officer, Sir," Tyler greeted. I groaned aloud and put my forehead on my son's back. "So much for `Let me do the talking'." I muttered. "Hello young man. What's your name?" the officer inquired. "Tyler Lee." "Pleased to meet you, Tyler Lee. I'm Officer Kristoffer Christmas, but my friends just call me Kris. I suppose you can, too. I'm gonna guess you're a little young to be driving a big ol' pickup like this, aren't you?" He asked the question of my son but he was looking at me. I simply gave him a sheepish grin. "I'm already twelve and a half, Sir Kris, and I can see over the dash and under the wheel when I'm sitting on my Daddy's, uh, lap. Daddy works the pedals for me." "Aren't you a little old to be calling your Dad `Daddy', Tyler Lee?" "Well, no, Sir. My daddy calls grandpa, his daddy, `Daddy' still. They say cuz we're in the south that it's ok. By the way, my regular friends call me Tyler. My special friends call me Sport. You can choose which you like." "I'll just call you Tyler until I get to know you better. Do you or your Daddy have a driver's license?" He leaned in toward the window and looked down at Tyler's lap. I put my hand over Tyler's hardon as if to hold him in place as I leaned over to pull my wallet from my back pocket. He may or may not have seen that my belt was unbuckled. I retrieved my license and handed it over. The officer looked at it, flipped it over and his fingers and then looked back in the vehicle. I could clearly see the outline of his cock behind the zipper of his nylon uniform work pants. He hooked his thumb in a front belt loop and gave his dick a few nonchalant taps. Our shirts were in the floor and I still had my hand on Tyler's lap. I gave his dick a squeeze as I looked right at Officer Kris's eyes. I wanted him to know exactly why the kid was in my lap. The handsome officer handed my license back and said, "Sir, step out of the truck and follow me please." Tyler said, "Please don't arrest my Daddy, Kris. We were just having a bit of innocent fun. I didn't mind it at all. He's a very good, no, he's the best father ever and I love him." As I slid Tyler off my lap onto the passenger seat, I exposed my open jeans to the policeman. "Sit tight, honey. Put your seat belt on. I'll be right back." I got out of my pickup, buckling my belt at the same time. My pants were still unzipped and unbuttoned, but at least my cock was in and my belt would keep my jeans from falling off. Kris's eyes were glued to my crotch. I put my hand over my dick and tugged. He brought his eyes up to meet mine. "This way, Daddy," he said. I followed him around to the back of my truck. He reached up and either turned his body cam on or off. I presumed it was off but secretly hoped it was on. I think we both knew exactly where this conversation was heading. The crack of a smile started to cross my face. "You know it's illegal to have a child or anyone on your lap while you driving, don't you?" "Yes, Kris," I replied. "It's Kris to the kid, Sir. I'm still Officer Christmas to you. For now." "Yes, Officer Christmas," I replied, hopefully sounding sufficiently reprimanded. Chapter Three "I suppose you know it's also illegal to be sticking that," he tapped my dick with his pen, "into such a small boy, too. How does he even take it? It looks huge." "It's above average," I admitted. "I'm guessing your camera is off or you wouldn't be so forthright with this line of questioning?" "It's as turned off as I am turned on. That boy of yours is the kind of kid my wet dreams are made of." "He's a potty mouth fucking natural born cock sucking queer. He can suck marbles through a soda straw." "Show me what you were fucking him with." "How did you know I was fucking my son?" "Well, you just admitted it for one thing. Your face was flushed, your jeans aren't done up, your cock is still half hard and, before you covered him with your hand, I saw a wet spot in the front of Tyler's shorts right where his boner was. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that he's too young to cum so you must be a boy lover, too." "Oh, God," I groaned. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. "Wait. What?!? Too?" "He's fucking gorgeous, Clint! I want to be one of his special friends that gets to call him Sport. I'd love to watch your dick slide into him." Kris reached toward me, his long fingers tentatively touching my zipper, sliding inside to feel my dick. "I want you, too, Clint. I want you to fuck the shit out of me while I eat your cum out of your boy's abused cunt." Kris got down on his knees. "Let me taste your son's ass on your cock, Clint. Feed me Sport's butt juice." "Kris, once you start, you don't get to stop until I cum in your mouth." "Feed me, Daddy," the cop begged. "Take it out and you can have it all." Kris unbuckled my jeans and pushed them down to my knees. He licked his lips, skinned my dick, and spat on my cockhead before taking the full length in his throat. He buried his nose in the forest of my black curlies as he swallowed. The sensation was not something I'd felt before I got a bit weak in the knees. I grabbed his head with both arms and used short solid thrusts into his gullet. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Drink my goddamn faggot juice, cocksucker! Take every drop I've got in my furry fucking balls! Oh, God, I'm cumming!!!" I held his head tight as I closed my eyes, hunched over the peace officer's body. As my orgasm subsided, I looked towards the truck. Tyler was peering out the back window, smiling from ear to ear. He pointed at himself then to our general direction. I nodded and the kid climbed through my open driver's side window and landed on the pavement, feet first. He jogged around to the back of the truck, where I still had Kris's head in a vice tight grip of my arms. My body was still spasming post-orgasm. I pulled my softening dick from Kris's mouth and told him to stand up. "Sport, take officer Christmas' cock out of his pants and suck him off completely. I want to either see you drink that cop's cum or wear it all over your face like a badge of honor. Tyler Lee dutifully stepped in front of Kris, standing on the side of the road, between the police car with its light flashing and my pickup truck. This was a fucking hot scene. Kris wasn't the first man I watched him suck, but he did have the prettiest goddamn dick I ever watched my son suck. "Move over, Son. Daddy wants a taste of that." I literally pushed my kid aside to get the cop's cock in his mouth. Kris took full advantage of having his adult dick in a man's mouth and skull fucked me with no mercy. Kris suddenly pushed me away forcefully and said, "Drop the tailgate and put Sport up there." I did as instructed and laid my little boy down on his back with his head hanging over the side. "You can fuck his throat as hard as you want. He can take it. You can choke his throat, too, if you like." "Is that what you want, Sport. You want me to choke you and fuck your throat with my big man meat?" Without waiting for an answer he said, "Pull your shorts off. I want you naked." Tyler did as he was instructed. He laid there, naked as the day he was born, mouth open, hand on his own hard cock, stroking himself in anticipation of pleasing the gorgeous cop. Kris stepped up and put his whole entire cock right into my son's mouth while he simultaneously bent forward and sucked my son's dick. "That's fucking hot, Kris. Use my kid's throat like a pussy while you pleasure him with your mouth. Get his balls in there, too. Fucking pull his legs back and eat out his fucking ass. I swear it'll be the best shitter you ever tasted. Damn, you're a nasty fucked up pedo just like me, aren't you. Except with me, it's incest, too. I love fucking my own kid. The only reason I bred his bitch mother was for me to have my very own boyhole whore." Kris and Sport moaned as they serviced each other's magnificent cocks and listened to me raving. In the meantime, I had maneuvered around to Kris's hair covered ass. I placed both hands on the man's butt cheeks, spreading them apart, then bent forward and stuck my experienced tongue right into Officer Kris Christmas's shit hole. Kris spread his legs wide to give me and my boy as much space as possible to service him. With me eating his asshole and my little kid sucking his meaty cock, Kris couldn't hold out for long. As his orgasm started, his butthole began to squeeze shut, right around my tongue. "Cum on his face, please?" I begged. "Paint him with your sperm. Degrade my kid. I want to get a video of your dick cumming on him. I won't get your face, just your dick." "Film me sucking him while I'm in uniform. I want you to have to have evidence to blackmail me with as proof that I'll never tell anyone about you and me abusing your son. God, this is the best day of my life thanks to you two. I hope we can do it again." "Anytime you want either of us, just stop by. You've got the address. We'll drop whatever we're doing to get to service you again." "Good. My shift ends at ten. Go home and get cleaned up and cleaned out. I'll be over to fuck both of you and I might bring my fireman friend, too." He zipped up and added, "Drive safe, Sport!"