Date: Mon, 30 Jan 2017 02:20:42 -0500 From: Full Name Subject: My Daddy Let Me 2 (GM Incest) My Daddy Let Me This is my first story, please go easy on me. You can give feed back at This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any existing people or events is coincidental. If a story involving sexual contact with minors bothers you or is illegal where you live, stop reading now. =================================================== The next morning I woke up to him sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. I could hear him mumbling to himself, but couldn't make out the words. "Mornin dad!" I let out excitingly. He jumped a little, letting out a soft "Morning". He stood up and headed out the back door of the cabin. Stopping at the duffel bag to grab the soap on the way out. I hadn't noticed the night before but there was no bathroom in this cabin. It was one room with a kitchen, living room, dining room and a king size bed. While surveying the cabin I heard him whistle. That was his way of saying get your ass out here. I hit the deck running as they say, ran out the back door onto the patio. I found my old man already in the lake, standing towards the shore washing his body. I went to go stand near him and to get wet. The water was a little cold, not too bad, but enough to make me gasp when my balls hit it. He handed me the soap and didn't say a word. He seemed distracted again, looking back he was just conflicted. Somehow I knew better then to try and grab at him, even though as soon as i got in the water, his wee was as hard as it was the night before. So there we were, in the lake getting washed up. Finally he broke the silence. "Son you can never tell anyone what we did last night. And it can never happen again." "But Dad, I thought you liked it?" I said softly. I wasn't too sure how far to press him on the matter. "I did bud, and you have done nothing wrong. I'm the parent and I should have known better." he said. His dick was now deflated. Shrinking back to the normal size it always was. "But Daddy, I promise not to tell anyone, not even sing." Sing Sing was my favorite bear, he knew all my secrets. As soon as I said Daddy, his cock sprang back to life. "Matthew Allen Gunderson the Third what did I just tell you?" he barked at me. "You said it was wrong, that we can't do it anymore." I said sheepishly and quietly at him. I knew my dad was getting mad because he used my full name. See, I was named after him, and he after his father. He never used my full name though, it was always bud, sport, son or some other combo of nickname. After this he jumped into the water, to rinse his body clean. I did the same and we went inside. Out of his duffel bag he had a spare set of clothes, he threw mine on the bed without saying a word. They were hunting clothes, so I knew what was next. There was a tree stand about a mile from the cabin, and the bows were in the back of the truck along with the cart in case we killed anything. We headed out on foot. It was one of the quietest walks I have ever been on. He would look back every so often to make sure I was keeping pace. We got to the tree stand and sat up there for what seemed like only a few minutes when we heard a twig break. My dad was an excellent marksman. With his bow, he could shoot a can over 250 yards away. As he crept to the edge of the tree stand, I could see a hole in the crotch of his jeans, it was a good rip size rip, maybe 3 inches. I could see one of his balls in his briefs trying to hang out. I was distracted and missed my dad's hand signals. He saw a 4 point buck, pulled his arrow back and released. He hit the buck dead center in the eye, and he dropped right where he stood. My dad huffed at me, he was giving me a look like he was going to kill me. He didn't say a word though and climbed down the tree. I followed suit. "Take my bow." he murmured at me while he pulled the cart into position. He slowly rolled the big buck onto the cart. Using every ounce of muscle he had. By the time he was finished he was soaked in sweat. He took his shirt off and threw it my way. "Pick it up, lets get a move on!" he barked again. I could tell I was really annoying him. I didn't know how to make it better. I was trying my best to keep up, not that he noticed, he was working on pulling the heavy buck back to the cabin. After about 45 minutes we finally arrived back to the cabin. My old man was so sweaty, and exhausted he start to strip down. He got down to his briefs and left those on. He start to set the rigging to string the buck up so he could dress it and get the meat off. Knowing what was coming next, I got the tarps so we could wrap it for the night. Once the skin was off, and wrapped, he set the rigging in the shed outside, to allow the meat to rest. We were both covered in blood. My old man grabbed a beer and headed out back to wash up again. I stripped down and started that way too. While we were in the lake I couldn't stop staring at his dick. It was standing on end, and looked like it could cut glass. My old man noticed and barked at me. "Why the fuck are you staring at my dick?" he yelled at me. He was so mad, I have never seen him this upset. "Daddy, I don't know. I want to do what we did last night. Please Daddy, please?" I whined and begged. "Matt, we can't. I told you no once before. Goddammit you know how I just love to repeat myself." he said as he swam around. "Wash your body off, hurry up. I want to show you something." With that, I rinsed off and headed to the cabin. Inside he had his laptop set up, and he was pulling a DVD out of his bag. I couldn't see all of it, but I could see two naked girls on the front. "Sit next to me and watch this." he said, his voice still sounded annoyed. The screen came on and it was a woman, maybe 20 with big tits and slutty makeup on. A man walked into camera view naked with a hardon. Some words were exchanged, and she started sucking his cock. My dad sped the video up to where she was straddling with, with his cock going into her vagina. "See, this is what a hard wee is used for." he said as he slurred his words some. "Its not for other men to touch." Throughout the video, I could hear the guy calling the woman baby. It triggered something in me. My dad was sitting back, his big cock jetting out in front of him. I decided to take a risk. I grabbed it with both hands and started stroking. My dad swatted my hands away before i could get a good rhythm going. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH MY WEE GODDAMMIT..... What the fuck are you thinking?" he bellowed at me. I just stood there between his legs, my hands at my side with my head facing the floor and with the porno playing behind me. I started to sob. "Fucking Christ kid. I don't know what the fuck to do." He said as he reached out and pulled me in close. "I love you so much Matthew" I looked up at him with as much hope as a 5 year old could have. "No one can ever know. The only time you can touch my wee is when were in the shower at home, or here in the cabin. Not at breakfast or when we go to Uncle Jason's in the hot tub." He slurred. You could tell he had slammed a few beers. I wiped my tears away and stood up. "Daddy I promise, only here and in the shower." I repeated a few time to put his mind at ease. Finally he let go of his cock, and let it stand there, on end glistening in the light from the fire. I stepped towards it and grabbed it with both hands. Working it as best i could. He cracked open another beer and took a huge pull off it. He leaned forward and grabbed the laptop out from behind me. He put it on the end table. On the video the new woman was trying to suck a mans wee. It wasn't going very far into her mouth, but the man looked happy. I kept stroking it, watching the video with him. He put the lotion in my hand again, and I rubbed it all over his big cock. This time, instead of stroking my hands around his cock, i started working each side with one hand. From the base to the tip. "Sport, rub the head for me, here like this." He moved my hand and showed me how to take his fingers and split them over the head of his big cock. My fingers were far to small, so I used my hands. I put them together and started to slip them over his head and down his shaft. "Fuck baby, yeah just like that." His eyes were rolling into the back of his head. By this time he was getting close to cumming again. "Baby, use your thumbs and work from the base to the tip." I hung on every word he said, taking note of the instructions he was giving me. Something inside me had a primal urge to get him off. To make him feel the way only my mother had in the past. It made me feel powerful almost. "Now use your thumbs and rub on the back part by the ridges." he whispered to me. "Oh baby.......... FUCK BABBBBBBY........ OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH FFFFFUUUUUCCCKCCCKCKCCCKKK. BABY IM CUMMING DONT STOP. OH SHIT OH SHITT OOOOOOHHHHH SHHHHIIIITTTTTT." I could feel his big cock swelling in my hands. Instinctively I put my fingers over his piss slit while he came. Made it go towards his abs and away from me. His body was convulsing and shaking, he stopped breathing. I kept working the head of his dick. Kneading it in my little hands. Finally he put his hands over mine. "Shit sport, you are good at that." he mumbled "Thank you Daddy, that was awesome!" I said so excited. "Alright little man, time for bed, let me get cleaned up and lets hit the hay." he said as he started to get up. He grabbed the towels we used earlier and wiped up with it. While he did that I had to tell him what I was feeling. "Daddy, I like it when you call me baby. It makes me feel special, unlike the other nicknames." I was so confident, and knew what i wanted. "Tell you what, I'll call you baby when were in our special areas. Outside of those, it will be the normal ones. How does that sound babe?" "Yes yes! I love it." I said cheerfully. "And when were in those places, you call me Daddy. I love the sound of it." I giggled and nodded my head. He finished his beers and we headed to the bed. Tonight, I slept in his arms, with my back to him. TO BE CONTINUED.