Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2007 15:18:56 +1000 From: sasshi wakura Subject: Sex for Safety chapter one Do not read this of homosexual actions between a man and his son bother you, or if viewing this is illegal where you live. All comments and questions should be written to tear_productions@hotmail.com We also accept photos and tales of your real life experiences if you would like me to incorporate them in to the story. Chapter one: it begins. My name is maxwell, but ever since I was a kid, I've just been called Max, but of course, the days of my youth are now long gone. I'm now 34, and not as active as I used to be. Im Filipino with deep brown skin, and a belly that extends out while my chest stays in. This story I'm going to tell you is about my son, and how my relationship with my own father defined how I would be treating him when he reached his age when puberty began. His name is Mike and as long as I can remember he's been my sweet little boy. He's only half Filipino because his mother is white. I live with her still but she is an author who is currently touring around America on a book tour. As for me I simply am a guard at a hospital for seven hours a day (from seven to two o' clock) Now my daring adventure all began when my wife was on her tour, and it was raining like crazy. I was alone in my room, wearing nothing but my boxers, as the electric clock hit 2:00 in the morning. I heard steps coming from the hall and turned my attention to the door as it swung open. "Dad" My sons voice came. "What is it Mike?" I asked in a sleepy yawn. "Can I sleep with you?" He asked, "I'm scared." My son was twelve (and in the seventh grade) but whenever mom was out of town he would like to sleep in the same bed as me in her absence. I was beginning to think he was getting to old for this routine, but I was to sleepy to make the argument that night, and decided to give in. My son crawled under the covers, he to in nothing but striped boxers, and laid his arm across my chest, with his head on my shoulder. I was once again about to protest but I found myself unable to argue as sleep overcame me again. What seemed to be a long period of sleep washed over me until I was awakened by the sounds if a toilet flushing. I turned my attention back to my master bathroom door, and after two minutes my son came back out and snuggled against me. It was then that I realized what had happened. I felt my sons semi-hard cock press against my Meaty hip. My son had awoken after his midnight nap to go jack off in my bathroom. I should have seen this coming soon, with his age and all. As my son fell asleep, with his hand on my right nipple, and his head on my shoulder I began to wonder what I should do. My father taught me at a young age, that when you started jacking off, you started to soon have sex with women, and then early pregnancies came and your life was ruined. My father ensured that this would not happen with me, in a very peculiar way. I had to do something. I didn't want my sons teenaged life to come to an end so abruptly because of a slut and her child. I had to do the exact same thing my father did to me to ensure that my son had a future. I put my plan in to motion, and reached for my sons hand that lay dormant over my right nipple, and began moving his fingers using my fingers to bring me to the height of ecstasy. Suddenly Mike woke up. "What are you doing Daddy?" My twelve year old boy asked. "I have no choice my son," I told him as I pushed his hand down my stomach and towards the line of my boxers. "Dad?" Mike asked me a little more shocked. "We have to keep each other sexually satisfied, mike." I said, "Otherwise you will seek pleasures in women and will have no time for college when she gives birth. "But dad," Mike said getting up from me and standing on his knees on the bed, "You've told me that sex is wrong, and its DEFINITELY wrong if you do it with a family member. I decided to make him understand in the only way that would make sense. I placed my hand on top of his softening prick, and just left it there as his flaccid cock began to generate heat in its growth. "Dad please," Mike said. Then I began to rub up and down, causing his little boner to grow stronger due to friction. My son began to moan in pleasure, his mouth forming the perfect hole for a good cock sucking as he did so. "Dad are you sure this is alright?" "Of course it is Mike, why else would I be doing this?" I explained to my own flesh and blood as I reached into the fly of his boxers and began toying it his little prick. It felt at least four inches long, and had no foreskin, unlike mine. "This way you can have all the pleasure you want without worrying about getting a women pregnant at such a young age. My father did it to me to when I was your age." I pulled his small little penis out of his fly and began gently stroking it with my right hand as he kneeled over me. The look on his face changed between strokes and I could tell he was already close to coming. Godspeed, some might say. I got up from my laying position and touched my lips to his cock as it exploded all over my face leaving gobs of gooey cum all over it. "That was fucking awesome" Mike said softly as he laid back down on the bed. "You made a mess mister, I expect you to clean it up," I said laying on my side facing him. My son reached out his tongue and began licking my face clean of all of his cum, the cum of my grand kids, I loved at how soft and moist his tongue felt sliding across my face and longed to feel it sweep across my achy cock, which hadn't been touched by my wife in ages. But I knew that I would have to take it slow, just as my father had with me. My son laid his head back on my shoulder, but this time laid his hand on my crotch, before dozing off, and I to eventually went back to sleep, with dreams of one day having my sons sweet ass.