Date: Thu, 5 Mar 2009 19:15:57 -0800 From: tague michaels Subject: Instructing My Son pt. III London and I went to bed to actually sleep, the two of us cuddled up against each other. After that night, after that discussion, things seemed to move fairly quickly. Of course in retrospect I guess they had already moved fairly quickly. We got up late the next morning, or I should say, London slept late which was somewhat unusual. I was up, moving, drinking coffee and reading the morning newspaper (which I'd thoughtfully ordered before moving) by 6:30. London finally got up about 8:40. My cell phone had gone off shortly before that, the appliance company calling to let me know that they'd be there at 9 sharp to deliver and set up my new entertainment system. I heard London as he padded from the bedroom to the bathroom and looked up in time to see his delicious, pale little butt before he closed the bathroom door. Like his father, my son was a "morning" person so it was a good five minutes before I heard the toilet flush just before he exited the room, thoughtfully turning on the fan before pulling the door almost closed. He came in the living room and immediately climbed in my lap, kissed me full on the lips then cuddled up against me with his head on my shoulder. He let out a huge yawn then said, "What are we going to do today dad?" I explained the situation and he raised his head and looked me in the eyes, then looked down at our naked bodies. "I guess we should get dressed then huh?" I nodded my head. "Yes son, I'm guessing that would be a good idea." I responded then kissed the top of his head and by mutual but wordless agreement we moved. Quickly showered, dressed and back in the living room 12 minutes later London asked what we were going to do for breakfast. We'd brought the food from our other place but that hadn't included milk. I'd taken the opportunity to toss out many perishables as well as other things that my wife had stocked that neither London nor I cared for. Grocery shopping loomed on our to-do list for the day. So, as soon as the guys showed up I pointed out where I wanted the stuff to go and told them we were going to Mickey D's to get some breakfast. It was only a few blocks away so 10 minutes later we were back at the house and sitting at the dining room table eating our fare while the guys put the electronics in the entertainment center. After we finished eating London and I set the computer up on one end of the dining room table, a situation that I'd considered temporary from the very beginning. An hour after they'd arrived, the delivery guys left after giving us instructions on how to use our new entertainment system. I still needed to contact somebody if I wanted to get internet and more than two TV channels so I asked the guys and they gave me the name and number of a local company that could provide both for me. The rest of the day was spent shopping. We started at the supermarket after deciding some of what we wanted and needed. I had been thinking of getting London a new bike since the last one had been stolen some months before and decided to go into the city in hopes of getting a better price on a larger selection. I didn't tell London what we were up to so it was a total surprise. I elected to purchase a bike for myself as well as a roof mounted bike rack, suitable for two bikes, along with cable locks for each of them. The rack also substituted as a bike stand that would spend most of its life sitting on the covered front porch holding the bikes when they weren't in use. After that we shopped for some new clothes. It wasn't that he necessarily needed a lot of things except new underwear but my wife had always gone the cheap route despite the fact that I was in the haberdashery business. Although my son was a pretty normal boy I'd elected to get him something other than what she'd gotten at cheap-mart so we went to Armstrong's, an upscale store that handled things from Hilfiger, Gap etc. I elected to not shop where I was still on a leave of absence from. When it came to underwear I had hoped that London would elect to get at least a few things that were more revealing than boxers like so many boys were wearing. To that end I picked out some new underwear as well, eliciting his opinion in my choices. I wasn't a thong kind of guy by any means but did find some bikini briefs and picked a 3 pack with solid colors. I showed them to London who in turn showed some interest and asked if he could try some on. I explained that if he tried them on we'd have to buy them so he picked out a package that had a one of a solid color and two colored with stripes. We took them into a large dressing room and tried them. I loved looking at my son's body and I knew well that he liked looking at mine although it wasn't enough for either of us to cop a bone. "They fit kinda snug dad but I like em and how they look," he said after pulling on a pair of white with thin dark blue stripes. He turned in front of the mirror, checking himself out. "The sure make my butt firm, huh?" I nodded my head then whispered to him that it was because he had a nice butt to begin with, which caused him to smile. I'd put on a pair of solid maroon brief's and London checked me over thoroughly which included running his hand over my butt and cupping his hand on the front bulge, the warmth of his hand causing a slight stir. He decided that he liked the briefs but wanted to get some boxers too. An hour later we walked out of the shop and headed home where London and I got the bikes and rack off of the car. Of course London wanted to ride his bike so after stowing his new clothes away I gave him some parameter's and off he went. I called the number for internet service, found out that they were only six blocks away so left a note where London would find it should he get back home before I did. As it turned out I got back home a half hour later and my son was practically right behind me. We were both hungry so I threw together some sandwiches and chips and we sat on the back porch while we ate lunch. Ours was a nice back yard, fully fenced and a nicely trimmed lawn. A one car detached garage was at the back corner of the property and a fence ran from one corner of it, to a corner of the house. Entrance to the back yard could be through a gate alongside the driveway or through a storage area in the garage then out into the back yard. "Do you think we could get a dog, or maybe a cat dad?" London asked again and again I explained that was possible but I'd have to ask the landlord first. Then he asked if we could get a barbeque since we had a yard and porch, unlike the condo we'd moved from. That we could do and when I informed him of that, it prompted another shopping trip that resulted in a small gas grill. That required another stop by the local supermarket for hamburger and buns after the small local hardware store provided us with propane and a small home tool kit to put the grill together. After I fired the grill up to make sure it worked then my son and went for a bike ride together. We crisscrossed the streets adjacent to us in methodical manner in order to gain a good idea of the layout of the land and eventually came to the main thoroughfare of our community. We rode the length of it, maybe three miles, and then did the same crisscross pattern on the other side of Main Street, eventually coming to where London would be going to school. From there we headed straight home in order for my son to have a set route in mind. The bike ride worked up an appetite so when we finally arrived home a few hours later we were both hungry. I fired up the grill, threw some frozen fries in the oven and twenty minutes later we were scarfing down the first burgers that I'd made in a couple of years. After the kitchen clean up we plopped down on the sofa, a little bored. The cable wouldn't be hooked up until the next day, same with the computer. I got out a deck of cards with a game of solitaire in mind but that would leave London with nothing to do. I thought about teaching him rummy but he asked if I could teach him poker. I shrugged my shoulders, shuffled the cards and dealt them out for a simple game of 5 card stud, no wild cards. I didn't think there was any reason to confuse him more than necessary. I looked around for something we could use to bet with that would be easy to use but the fact was that there wasn't anything. London suggested that we play strip poker. When I asked if he'd ever played he said no but that he'd had a friend at school tell him about it. "Do you understand the basic principles London?" I asked him. He nodded his head and smiled. "Yup, the loser has to take off a piece of clothing until someone is naked," he said, "and the winner gets to decide which piece of clothing the loser has to take off and he gets to take it off," he added with a smile. I nodded my head in agreement then dealt out a half dozen practice hands to give my son the idea of how the game is played. I won the first two hands and started with London's shoes. London won the next one and elected to take my jeans off, gently unbuttoning, unzipping, and then pulling them down to my ankles. "I guess you'll have to wait till your shoes come off before you can take your jeans off," London explained. I nodded my head in agreement. Throughout the next few hands London kept sneaking glances at my crotch and since I was still wearing the bikini briefs it was a full crotch indeed. I won the 4th hand and elected to take his shirt off so London stood patiently while I, on my knees, lifted his t-shirt up over his head. London won the next two hand so my shirt came off, my son slowly undoing each button then sliding his hand inside and up across the front of my shoulders to get it to slide off. Before sitting down my son reached to the front of his jeans and appeared to do some readjusting leading me to believe that he'd already gotten hard. I won the next hand and went for London's jeans, the boy standing in front of me. I took my time unsnapping then unzipping the pants and took just as much time getting them down over his bubble butt and down to his ankles. London was also wearing his bikini style briefs and it was clearly evident that he had a boner. I got tired of trying to move around with my jeans on so London allowed me to kick my shoes off, take the jeans off then put my shoes back on, although unlaced. He won the next hand and of course my underwear came off. He told me to lie on my back, which I did, the started at the back and slowly tugged the red cloth garment down with a little lifting on my part. When he freed up my cock and balls, he all but stared at my groin while pulling the underwear down over my shoes. London won the next three hands leaving me with one sock one while he still had both socks and his underwear. He had continued to push at his groin a few times using the palm of his hand. I won the next hand and of course I wanted his underwear off. Standing in front of me while I was on my knees, I took my time getting the tight fitting garment down over his delicious butt before working at the front. London was breathing rapidly as I pulled the waistband away from his taut belly then down over his raging young cock. I loved looking at my son when he was in a full state of arousal, his cock standing hard and proud in front of his flat smooth tummy. I took my time sliding the garment to his ankles, admiring the creases at his pubic bone, angling down to culminate in all that made him a boy. As close as I was I could see the tiny, mitochondria like hairs that were beginning of his pubertal years. "I like it when you undress me dad," London said and a slightly deeper voice, "It feels kinda sexy." I told him that I understood completely. I felt my cock start its rise to glory as we played the next hand and I got to all but stare at my son's body, anticipating what we were going to do once we were both naked. I won the next hand and took off a sock, London won the next one and I was fully naked while he had a sock on. "I'll just take my other sock off dad. Should we keep playing?" I told him if he wanted to we could. He shook his head and said, "I just wanna play sexy." With that he came over and pushed me onto my back then gently laid on top of me, careful to avoid whacking me in the balls as he settled in, aligning our hard cocks as he did so. I put my hands on his butt to help keep him in place as he lowered his head and kissed me full on the lips. As I rubbed and kneaded his tender flesh, London gently undulated his hips against me. After breaking the kiss I held onto him and rolled him to his side then onto his back so that I was looking down into his beautiful blue eyes. My hand moved down to take hold of his rigid penis and gently stroke him, eliciting a sigh, before I lowered my head to his and repeated the kiss. London's arms went around my neck and he kissed me back with vigor, pushing his tongue into my mouth. We continued to kiss, our tongues battling in and out of our mouths and I continued to fondle him, my hand going lower to cup and pull on his tender little nuts. God I wished he could make sperm. I was so dying to taste my son's nectar, to lap the gooey precum and sperm that he would soon be producing. London broke the kiss then moved away from me, slid down lower and took hold of my fully hardened cock while I rolled onto my back. He stroked me a few times then put his head down and licked all over the head. "I like tasting the sticky stuff that comes out dad," he told me then took my cock head into his mouth and began to suck me. I groaned out loud, felt my body break out in goose bumps as my son moved his mouth up and down and his tongue explored that satiny flesh that was my cock head. He started out slowly stroking me as he suckled, moved his hand lower to fondle my heavy balls, then moved it back up to stroke me again. Looking down on him made my heart swell with pride and my belly tingle with excitement. London couldn't maintain sucking me for very long because his mouth started to get tired so when he stopped he slid back up and half laid on me then kissed me again, long and hard. I reached between us and managed to get my fingers around his stiff cock and fondle him a little bit before we broke the kiss. I wanted to suck on London's cock so slid out from under him then half way sat up and leaned back against the front of the sofa. "Come up here son," I said and following my directions he straddled my stomach which brought his cock close to my mouth. I put a hand on his slender little butt and pulled him toward me, using the fingers of the other hand to pull his boner down and guide it into my mouth. Once it was there I put the other hand on his butt and gently pulled then pushed. London got the idea immediately and began to fuck his cocklet into my greedy mouth. Once he picked up a steady little rhythm I began kneading his butt cheeks, pulling them open and closed in the process and above me London moaned. Since he hadn't showered for at least eight hours his boy fragrance had come back and I reveled in the sweet musky odor of a growing boy. At one point I took my mouth off of his dick then licked and sucked on his balls. London continued to move his hips so that his cock sort of rubbed against my cheek but he put a hand down there and pushed his cock into my face so there was a bit more pressure for him. I wondered briefly what it was going to be like when he fucked me, and I knew I wanted that to happen, to have his stiff little cock inside my ass. I could hardly wait to hear him moan with pleasure at the feelings of having my sphincter muscle gripping his hot hard cock. I went back to sucking London's dick and kneading his butt and soon found myself pulling his cheeks open and slipping a finger inside to rub against the puckered muscle of his hole. London moaned for a moment then said, "Will you lick me there dad, will you lick on my butt hole?" Damn straight I would but like I said, it had been eight or more hours since he'd showered. I took my mouth from his cock and, using my hands, directed him to sit gently on my belly. "Have you pooped since you showered?" London shook his head. "Well turn around and let me smell, okay." I knew he'd washed thoroughly in there because I'd taught him too and I was there when he'd done it that morning. I stayed in the position I was in as my son turned around and straddled me on his hands and knees then backed up until his feet were against the sofa then pushed his ass backwards toward my face. The sight of his pink wrinkled hole almost made me gasp. The sight of his little nuts hanging like un-ripened apples made my dick throb. I inhaled deeply, picking up a slightly stronger odor than I had when I licked his balls, but it wasn't enough for me to need to wash it again. I leaned my head forward, slid down slightly and stuck my tongue out for a quick taste and then dove in. I licked, I slurped, I washed, and I worked and poking the tip of my tongue in the center of his hole. London responded my moaning loudly and pushing his ass farther back. I pulled his cheeks open as far as his body would allow while I worked him over and I heard my son utter his first, "Oh God". So intense were the feelings for him that London's head fell onto my leg and his fingers gripped lightly onto my calf muscles. Had I been lying prone I have no doubt that he would have sucked on my cock with a vengeance. My tongue licked downward along his perineum to the underside of his nuts, the new feelings causing yet another "Oh God" or "Oh gosh," I wasn't sure. I moved the small orbs around with my tongue a little then licked my way back up to his asshole where I licked around a little more. My neck was starting to get a little sore so using my hands I directed London to moved from above me. He rolled over onto his back, his legs spread and both hands working on his cock as well as his balls. He was breathing heavily and looked at me through eyes that were half closed in lust. God I wanted to fuck him. "Wow dad that felt way awesome. I never knew my butt could feel so good." "I'm very glad you liked it son. Would you like to try something a little different?" He asked if I was going to fuck him and I told him I was but not with my cock; I would use a finger. London nodded his head and said okay. I stood up, reached down for his hand then pulled him to his feet and led him to my bedroom. He climbed on my bed while I snagged a bottle of lube from my nightstand and immediately poured some in my left hand then slathered the middle finger of my right hand with the gooey stuff. I had London lay crossways at the edge of the bed the pull his legs back, exposing freshly rimmed little butt hole and when I stepped up close to the bed had him place his feet flat on my thighs so that when I moved even up against the bed it forced his legs back a little further. I put my hand down to his puckered hole and slipped the finger up inside of him, then slowly began to finger fuck him while my slippery left hand wrapped around his stiff little cock and began to jack him off. "Ooohh gosh dad that feels good," my son moaned as I worked both hands in tandem. I shoved my finger inside of him until my knuckles were pressed hard against his butt, my other fist gripping tightly as it slipped up over his sensitive swollen cock head. I found his little prostate and massaged it with my finger tip causing the cute young boy to moan even louder. My hard cock rested between London's inner thigh and my right hand and I found myself gently moving my hips to and fro so that the head practically rubbed against his wrinkled nut sac. I was amazed, after a good three minutes of stimulation, that London hadn't cum yet despite the fact that his breathing had gotten more rapid. I pulled my hand back farther and slipped a second finger inside of him, stretching his hole even wider. After about a minute of fucking his tight little ass with two fingers he told me to stop, so I did. "Can you put your cock in my butt dad?" he panted. I was pretty much shocked that London even considered that. Yes, I was all but dying to fuck my son but it wasn't something I was pushing for. I wanted him to arrive at that logical conclusion on his own, and now he was. It was just a lot sooner than I had expected. "Are you sure baby boy?" He nodded his head, looking at me through eyes that were practically closed in lust. I knew that look, had seen it before on a boy. and knew it for what it was and also knew that fucking him would require him to be about as hot for it as he could possibly be and right then, he was. The lube was sitting on the bed next to him so I took my hand from his cock, popped the top of the bottle with my thumb and poured some of the stuff along the top part of my cock. I closed it, quickly grasped onto my dick and slathered the head and half the shaft all the while keeping my fingers moving inside my son's ass. I moved in closer, my cock poking the back of my hand, and after focusing on London's prostate for another ten seconds I pulled my fingers out and shoved my cock head in. "Ooww," London cried out as his body tensed, his back arched up off the bed momentarily, and his hands gripped the bedspread. I stopped all movement while my eyes moved from his face to where my cock penetrated my son's body. "Relax baby and breathe," I crooned to him. London did as I told him to, working to relax his muscles. As he did, I moved his feet from where they rested on my thighs and placed them on my chest then gently rubbed the tops and sides of his thighs. His cock had all but wilted at the attack on his most secret place so I reached between his legs and began fondling it using the fingers that I'd lubed my own cock with. It took a good two minutes before he told me to go ahead and put it all the way in. I watched, mesmerized, as my son's asshole gobbled up every one of the eight hard inches of my thick cock until my pubic hair touched his butt. The tightness on my dick was fantastic, the feeling along with the knowledge that I was finally inside London's virgin ass almost overwhelmed me. "Gosh I can't believe how it feels dad," he whispered, "Your dick is so big. It feels like my butt hole is stretched out a mile." My son's cock was finally beginning to respond to my manipulation so I asked him if he was ready for me to fuck him. He nodded his head and said, "Yes dad." I started the process, slowly coming out of my son's ass about half way before going back inside, also slowly. I watched my cock slide in and out of him and I watched his smooth soft face. London's eyes were closed but it was clear by the expressions that crossed his face that he was experiencing pleasure and not pain. I began to pick up speed and at the same time began pulling my cock almost all the way out of his compact little body before going back in and bottoming out. I continued to manipulate my son's cock into full on hardness, the firmness of him allowing me to begin to actually jack him off. It didn't take long before London's breathing picked up and gentle mewing sounds could be heard. I began to move a little faster, pushing back into the tight confines of my adorable son's ass. I could feel my balls start to mash up against his butt as I pushed into him, farther and harder. I leaned my upper body forward some to spread his legs more open and the sounds from him turned into occasional moans. I could feel the tension building in my belly and in my balls. I could see and hear the tension building in my boy as well, the moans sometimes becoming gasps accompanied by the tightening in his facial muscles and sharper inhalations of breath. He put a hand down between his legs to feel where my thick cock was sliding in and out of him so I slowed way down so his fingers could explore, to feel the length of my cock as it moved in and out of his body. London finally took his hand away and rubbed gently on my belly and up to my chest as I picked up where I left off, moving my hips in one direction or another to go into him from a different angle to produce different feelings. I began plunging into London causing him to grunt as I alternately emptied and then filled his bowels. We both began breathing more heavily and I knew that an orgasm was not far away for either of us. As I felt the tension mount I focused on the sensitive head of my son's cock, gripping my fingers tighter and moving back and forth over the helmet like ridge. "I'm going to cum soon son," I all but whispered and London nodded his head and said he thought that he was too. London was still too young and too new to cumming so didn't recognize the signals that his body gave off. Before I knew it he all but screamed out, his high pitched voice sounding more like a girl than a boy and the contractions of his asshole on my cock took me over the edge as well. I came with a vengeance, my body injecting jet after jet of sperm deep into my son's bowels. I saw stars as I pummeled him, ramming my cock into him and slamming my hips against his ass while I kept on jacking him off. London continued to pant and moan. As with all orgasms it came to an end much quicker than I would have liked and I slowed down, both on London's cock as well as in his ass. My hand slipped from his dick down to his balls where I gently squeezed and pulled on the small eggs. I finally stopped all together, my hips up against his butt, and just stood there rubbing his legs while both of us panted in the aftermath of cumming. London opened his eyes and smiled at me then took my hands and gently pulled. I lowered his legs then leaned forward while he rose up and our lips met about half way and melted together in a kiss. When we broke it off London asked if I could move so that he could sit on my lap and of course I told him I could. I had him wrap his legs around my waist as good as he could, lowered my upper body so that he could put his arms around my neck, then started to rise up, my hands supporting his back as I did it. Once I got him upright I turned and sat on the bed with my son implanted firmly on my lap. London then kissed me with a lot more energy and enthusiasm, his arms going from around my neck to hold the sides of my head. He finally broke it off, put his arms back around my neck and rested his pretty little head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly for a moment then proceeded to rub his back. London heaved a large sigh and then relaxed against me. I waited for a moment before I spoke. "How are you feeling son?" I whispered into his ear. He hugged me a little tighter and responded, "Great dad, I feel really great," the snuggled his head into the crook of my neck a little bit. We stayed like that for about three minutes before London sat up. He leaned back a little bit, rested his hands loosely on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. "You're still hard aren't you dad?" I nodded my head. "Me too," he said with a half smile. "That was really awesome dad. It hurt when you first put your cock in me but when the pain went away it started to feel good, then really good, then great. I think I like being fucked." I paused for a second then said, "Well I like fucking you London, you're the best." My son beamed with pride then kissed me again. "Do you think that I can fuck you sometime dad?" I smiled and nodded again, "I'd be disappointed if you didn't fuck me son?" As a response London wiggled his little butt on my lap as if to remind me where I was at. "Since we're both still hard can you fuck me again dad?" I nodded my head. "Maybe you'd like to try something different. How about if I lay back and you can control things?" That seemed to appeal to the boy so with him still on my lap I maneuvered around a bit so that I could lay completely prone on the bed. That being done, London back and down between my legs to once again feel where our bodies were connected. "Gosh that feels weird dad," he said as his fingers explored the stretched rim of his asshole then down further to feel on my balls. While he did that I reached out and stroked on his ramrod hard cock. His balls were mashed against my pubic bone so I couldn't do much with them but simply admire them. London then put his hands on my thighs and began to rise up using his knees, not going far before sinking back down. I reached out with both hands, placing them on his butt cheeks and pulling them open. My son kept that up for a minute then began moving his hips forward and back, undulating them against my body and creating a slightly different feeling for both of us. After a short bit he moved his hands to my chest and leaned forward a little and fucked me that way, all the while his facial expression reflecting the feelings of sexiness, of lust, that were going through his eleven year old body. He eventually tired of doing all of the work even though I was making small thrusting movements with my hips to help share the work with him. "My legs are getting tired dad," he finally said and stopped moving. I managed to get back up into a sitting position then put my mouth into the crook of London's neck and sucked gently causing him to shiver from the feelings. I then put and arm around his waist and told him to hold on, then quickly rolled over putting London on his back. He kept his legs pulled back as I leaned forward and put my hands on the bed along side his shoulders. It was from that position that I fucked my son for the second time that day. I loved to fuck a boy in that position because it allows for a longer and more powerful stroke along with deeper penetration. As I picked up speed London began to moan and I wasn't far behind him. I began to fuck him hard, slamming my hips back against his ass from as far away from him as I dared. I held myself waist against him, my weight pulling the skin of my cock tight, and moved my ass in circles then fucking him again. I went into him from the side, lowered my hips so that I went into him lower then raised myself higher so that my cock scraped against the top part of his hole. I felt my balls whack against his body as I hammered his tight little hole and before long the familiar tingling of cumming started. "I'm going to cum soon London," I panted. "Me too dad, fuck me harder dad, make me cum too," my son whispered. I was a little surprised at his statement but put even more work into fucking him. Each downward thrust moved London's body on the bed, rocking him. Before I knew it he gasped loudly, grunted a few times then cried out. His hands went to my hips and began pulling me against him then I felt his asshole constrict against my dick and that was all she wrote. "Oh fuck London I love you so much," I cried out as my balls gave up a second load of their nectar to the temple of Priapus. I felt my cock thicken then six or seven pulses of cum transfer from my body into my son's. Below me London was whimpering, panting for breath and his face became a mixture of both pleasure and pain while I continued to slam into his young body. I eventually slowed down, continuing to gently slide my cock in and out of his asshole before finally stopping. I had to adjust my body a little bit then lowered my head and kissed London, my son responding although it was with less enthusiasm than before. I attributed it to his being tired. After all the boy had just gotten fucked twice, he was probably getting worn out. I knew that I was despite the fact that it was barely eight o'clock. Once again I told him to hold on and brought back up to sit on my lap and once again I nuzzled my lips against his soft and tender neck. "Gosh that feels so good but ticklish at the same time," he said with a giggle. I looked down and saw that his cock had softened almost completely but what really caught my eye was a spot above the base of his cock, not quit half way to his belly button. I reached down and wiped my finger across it then brought it to my nose. I was not quite shocked but close to it. "My god London you made your first sperm," I said with excitement. I touched my tongue to my finger tip and tasted the familiar gooiness although there wasn't much actual taste. "Really," my son asked with equal excitement in his young voice. I showed it to him as I said, "Really." He checked it out then hugged me tightly. "Wow dad, that's way cool. Now I can make sperm." I hugged him back just as tight as he hugged me. Indeed it was, very cool. My cock finally softened then squished out of London's butt causing the both of us to moan at the loss and my son to comment on how empty he felt with my dick gone. He crawled off of my lap and we both went into the bathroom for shower. Back in my bed ten minutes later London said he was really sleepy and he wasn't alone. I was pretty knackered myself. While my son snuggled in under the covers I went through the house turning off lights and locking things up. I returned to my bedroom to find London sound asleep, the covers rising and falling gently. I smiled to myself, turned off the light and crawled in next to him and in moments I drifted off.