Date: Sat, 4 Jul 2020 22:22:46 +0000 (UTC) From: robert1glynn@ymail.com Subject: Southern Nights (Incest) Here's a little tale of pedophilic, incestuous, homosexual, love. How romantic can you get? I hope this gets your rocks off. If it does, contribute some cash to keep this invaluable website going. If you like this let me know, I love dirty e-mails from fans. I have other stories listed in the Authors section under Robert Glynn, check them out if you can get in to kink. My e-mail is robert1glynn@ymail.com SOUTHERN NIGHTS by Robert Glynn It was one of those lovely, warm southern nights. Honeysuckle perfumed the air. A waxing, gibbous moon illuminated the field across the road from my farm house, where lightning bugs twinkled. I sat on the porch, sipping a bourbon and branch water and thinking what a fortunate man I was. The boys and I had some hard times after their mom left, more than seven years ago. Sometimes I didn't know if we were going to make it, but we did. I had built us a good life. I have two boys. Daniel, the oldest, was the apple of my eye. At seventeen he was handsome, smart, strong, athletic, and independent. Max, his younger brother, only ten years old, was a beautiful devil-monkey, who took after his mother. He was mischievous, a free spirit, artistic, and a lot of fun. Thinking of the boys, I realized it had been mighty quiet since supper, fair while ago, so I got up to refresh my drink and see what was going on. The house was empty, so I stepped out back to check. They weren't in the garage, the smokehouse, or the barn. That left only the toolshed. What would they be doing out there, I wondered? So, instead of just marching through the door I slipped around back and peaked through the little window. I was stunned by what I saw. My son Daniel was leaning against the worktable. His jeans had been pushed down around his ankles, revealing his hard adolescent cock, which was being sucked by his naked younger brother, who knelt before him. I drained the bourbon I held in a single gulp. You could have knocked me over with a feather. Now don't get me wrong; I am no prude. I am a man of the world, and I'm perfectly aware of that boys will be boys, and that sometimes they'll be girls, too. However, nonetheless, it's something of a shock to discover the fruit of your loins engaging in homosexual incest. I looked closer and saw that Max, while sucking his brother, was tugging on Daniel's balls with one hand and playing with his own asshole with the other. Max's, cock was every bit as hard as his brother's. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there, watching. I soon became aware my own penis was just as hard as the boys. "Good God Almighty!" I thought. Just then, Daniel pulled out of his little brother's mouth. He lifted the boy up, turn him around, and bent him over the worktable. I watched as Daniel kicked off his jeans, knelt, and spread Max's little butt cheeks. Then Daniel began to suck and lick his brother's asshole. My cock was so hard it was painful. I could not resist the temptation to touch myself. I groped my manhood through my jeans, as I watch Daniel eat out Max's ass. Max wiggled his butt against Daniels face, like a whore getting her clit licked. Daniel stood up and got a jar of Vaseline that I kept on a shelf in the shed. He began to grease his cock, and then began to lubricate Max's hole, working a big gob of grease up the boy's butt with his finger. Daniel finger fucked his brother like a man finger fucks a woman. I groaned and unzipped my pants. I reached in, pulled out my cock, and began to masturbate. Watching my sons fuck, while I jacked off, was an incredible experience, sexually charged, of course, and perhaps the most powerful sexual moment of my life. It was forbidden, and not just the societally disapproved homosexual aspect, something I had dabbled with in my own youth, but this was compounded with incest, and pedophilia. Daniel was old enough to know what he was doing. I had raised him. He was a young man, and one part of me was proud of the young stud fucking in front of my eyes. And of course, he was beautiful. Watching that young Adonis fuck prepubesent boy cunt would give a hard-on to a plaster statue of Saint John. Max, however, was younger, much younger. With his curly hair, he looked like a Renaissance angel, though the hard cock thrusting in and out of his ass hole belied the image, and I think that's also what made it so unbelievably erotic. His innocence was visible, even while he sucked cock and finger fucked himself. I shot my wad before either of the boys, watching Daniel fuck Max was so hot I lost all control and shot what I truly believed was the biggest load of cum I have ever fired. My orgasm tore through my body, and splatters of jism covered the wall before me. I stumbled back from the shed, fumbling with my pants, and staggered to the house where I fixed myself another drink. Then I sat on the porch, thinking for a half an hour, or so, before I heard the boys come in the back door. "Is there anything left from supper, dad?" Daniel called out casually. I wondered if I had dreamed the whole thing, and answered, "There's some fried chicken, potato salad, and tomatoes. Help yourself." I listen to them scuttle around the kitchen, and all I could think of was Daniel eating Max's hairless, pink, boy-cunt. The boys ate in front of the TV, while I sat rocking on the porch. After a while I called out, "Its time to call it a night, boys." With a bit of grumbling, they came out on the porch to kiss me good night. When my lips touched Max's lips all I could think of was the sight those lips on Daniel's cock. As they turn to go into the house I said, "Daniel, can we talk a moment?" "Sure, Dad, whats up?" "Have a seat. Max go on up to bed." He hesitated, obviously wanting to know what was going on. "Go on now," I said. He turned and went inside. After a moment I said, "Daniel, I saw you and Max in the toolshed." There was a long silent pause. "How long has this been going on?" I continued. "About a year," Daniel answered. Then the conversation took a turn I hadn't expected. Daniel said, "There's nothing wrong with it. He likes it. Hell, he begs for it. Max is a natural born queer slut. And I can't get him pregnant. Besides, he lets Tommy and Dale fuck him, too. He begs them to fuck him. You could fuck him, too, if you wanted." I was shocked. Angrily I snapped out, "Fuck him? Maybe I ought to fuck you." "Sure, dad," Daniel answered coolly. "I'd love for you to fuck me." "What?" I asked, not believing my ears. And instead of answering, Daniel stood up and peeled off his tee-shirt and then his jeans. When he stood naked before me, I saw his cock was hard. My son then knelt between my legs, took my cock out of my pants, and said, "Let me get it wet before you fuck me, Dad" Sitting there on the front porch, watching my first born boy go down on my hard cock, watching his lips slide up and down on my pole, was the most incredible experience of my life. It was too intense, in only moments, I came in my son's mouth, and he swallowed it all. My oldest son ate my sperm. We stayed that way, while I caught my breath, Daniel gently nursing on my cock. Daniel let my dick slide out of his mouth as he rose and took my hand. Tugging he said, "Come on dad, Let's go upstairs. You're going to love fucking Max's pussy."