Date: Tue, 06 Feb 2024 04:09:22 +0000
From: false_knock@proton.me
Subject: Tell Me About It - 1

This story is not for you to act on or take real. If this is not legal in
your country or if you are at illegal age to read this, please stop
reading the rest and move away. If everything is legal for you, enjoy
this work of fiction.

Mb (for now) (Gay - incest)

I just needed an explanation from him for the situation that we are in
now. Because whatever emotions that I remember to feel in an hour is
still with me, my adrenaline level and my blood system is not stable yet
and I need words to express my sight to be well understood and yet he
started from the beginning. (The rest till I say otherwise is from his
point of view.)

I had a very happily marriage with my wife (no name is necessary for that
bitch) for 10 years with a 9 year old son, Matthew. My wife and I were
having sex almost every day. She was happily engaged to my foreplays
until she announced that she was pregnant.

Even though it wasn't a planned pregnancy, because of a stupid belief,
she wanted to have it and rejected to have an abortion. We weren't
emotionally and financially ready to have another baby in our household,
 but who cares about it, right? And with this stupid thing; I call it the
things religion says about abortion, you call it pregnancy or hormones,
our never-ending discussions started. She started to not respond my
foreplays. In a week or two, all sex between me and her ended and the
dark era started for me sexually.

I never was the guy to abandon a woman with a pregnancy. I was not a man
to drop my responsibilities over my family, my wife and my son. So I
still stepped up with all my heart. She started to go out with her
friends more, the uber driving for my son from/to school/soccer kicked me
in. Again in a week or two, my son got used to me driving him all over
the places so it was a good start for our bonding. He wasn't questioning
anything yet, we were cool for a while. I expected my wife to be back
with her emotions and kindness after some time.

But that didn't happen in a month, eventually nature called and I wanted
to go out to relief myself for some reasons, you know blood needs to
stream to my brain sometimes and it wasn't happening with this lack of
sex in the house. But that started to be a problem so quick with 2 nights
out. I couldn't even find a mouth to feed my monster but my wife started
to complain about me to go out at nights and not looking after so-called
my family, not hers I guess. Since she was pregnant and her emotions but
she were talking, I stopped going outside and tried to get in sexual
touch with her again. You know I still liked her.

And do you know what happened next? She kicked me out of the bed and told
me to sleep on the couch till she gave the birth. She told me that she
cannot forgive me to look outside of the house for a relief. For 7
months, she expected me not to have sex? I had a wife which didn't have
sex with me anymore. What was she expecting from me? To be a teenager
again and jerk off whenever I needed? Well I tried to do it. But you know
it is too hard with a 9 year old running around the house all the time.

And Matthew, yeap him, my dear beloved son, he is all caring and
energetic and giving me cheers all the time. He has goofy jokes, silly
talks, lovely smile though. His laugh is so contagious that it is against
the rules of nature if you don't laugh back.

So one evening, we were all watching movies together, yes the bitch was
there too. She was sitting on the couch, way far from me and Matthew was
next to her which I didn't mind. Then she said she was going to bed
before the end of the movie, not for me to hear, for Matthew to get ready
too. Matthew begged her for him to stay by the end, I nodded her so that
she accepted and left to bed. The rest was so joyful, we were laughing,
we were copying the scripts towards us, what an evening it was, I
thought.

The movie ended and I told him to get ready for bed and that means peeing
and brushing the teeth then I'd come to his room to kiss good night, he
knows this routine. After that I was looking forward for my nightly
relief. He did brush his teeth but came back to the living room instead
of his and asked for my mobile to play a game. I told him that it was too
late, for him anyway, he needed to go to bed but he begged again. I don't
know where he learnt this from but whatever. I said a firm no then things
started to change. I was looking at his eyes and he dropped his face and
looked back up again. At the same time I felt something on my shorts. A
hand was looking something on my shorts, well pockets area but still.

At first I was shocked, trying to digest what was happening. Then his
fingers wondered around my short area, trying to find something. In the
meantime he was just looking up and smiling at me like he was doing a
normal thing. You know I was getting ready for my relief of the day so my
cock was hard as a hammer. Then he touched my cock over my shorts and
said "Aha I found it" and put his hand in my pocket to move forward to my
cock while keeping it steady with his other hand. He looked down for one
second to find my pocket entrance and up again, straight to my eyes. I
was enjoying the moment a bit, you know I needed it but not from my son.
He saw me looking at him with a lot of question marks, grabbed my cock
with his hand in my pocket and tried to get it out from my pocket but
that didn't happen. So it was his turn to get confused and looked down.

"What is that, daddy?" he asked with all his innocence. I just responded
as what he was trying to do. He told me that he was trying to get my
mobile from my pocket but found something else. I tried to change the
topic and told him that it was on the counter. He ran, picked my mobile
up and sat back next to me on the couch. He was trying to smile to me,
checking the waters with me if I was ok for him to play with my mobile or
about what he did to get it. Or did he do that to play games on my
mobile? I doubted that because he was confused at my cock when he grabbed
it, it didn't look like on purpose.

While I was in my abysmal thoughts, he already opened the game app and
started to play. It took around 5 minutes for me to get back to real life
and figured out that he was still on my mobile. I thought to call him
that it was enough, I found out that my cock was still hard. I wonder why
it was tough for me to get it out from my thoughts. My brain didn't have
enough blood and energy to work correct. Anyhow I didn't want my cock to
loosen. So if I sent him to his room, I can work on my cock for my
evening relief, right?

I told him to close the app and give me the mobile. But what he did was
begging to me for 5 minutes more by looking at me. I was about to say no
and he got that but he didn't give up. He just put his right hand on my
cock again. I don't know why at that point. He didn't know what he was
doing. He just put his hand on it and squeezed it just to see my
reaction. My mind blew up, I sighed about it, not in discomfort, in
disbelief, and joy of course. He saw that, giggled and got back on the
game again, with both of his hands.

What was he doing? Was he aware of his attitude? So many questions were
popped in my head, like if someone was teaching him these. I had to keep
my mind on track so that I could be a responsible parent, right? Well I
failed and I wanted more attention from him. Not from him especially,
from someone but he was there.

So I tried to say one more thing to him to go to bed, I just said
"Matthew" and he looked back at me and told me that he needed both his
hands to play the game and then looked back at the game in an instant. I
didn't understand what he meant and asked that way. He answered me that
he cannot put his hand on my shorts and play at the same time.

The day was Friday, we didn't have anything to do in the morning. It
wasn't a crime for him to be up for a little while. I don't know what got
into me, it wasn't me. Not to keep him up for a while, the thing I did
afterwards, strike 1.

I laid on the couch and opened my legs. I told him to lay on the couch
towards me between my legs and put his hands on my shorts. This way he
would be able to play the games, and my cock, well I didn't say this to
him. The thing is he obeyed with a smile, most likely he was trying to
stay up more. To be honest, I was expecting a protest or something else.
Instead, he put his elbows between my legs and his hands on my crotch,
right on spot.

He was playing the game most of the time but his hand movement was giving
me a lot of pleasure. He didn't know what he was doing, that's %100. At
least that was a relief for me that no one taught him to do these, he was
exploring and I was ok with it. He was squeezing my hard on once upon a
time, I was guessing between pauses on the game or he was waiting to
respawn, I didn't even know what he was playing. He could've been
watching porn too right in front of my eyes, I wouldn't judge.

I thought this was it, the night would be over between his squeezes and
the game but who am I to guess. After some time, he got tired and put his
elbows on my crotch and tried to move his hands on my crotch but it
wasn't comfortable for either of us. So he moved his hands more to my
abdomen area and lay down on my crotch with his face, his mouth was on my
hard on over my shorts.

I just moaned, I had nothing else in my mind to do. I got startled and
closed my eyes. Nothing happened for seconds so I opened my eyes to see
what was happening. He was just looking in my eyes to see if he hurt me
or something because he had a worry look in his face. I smiled slightly
and all I said was everything was ok and he could continue playing so
that he did. He put his mouth on my hard on again while looking at my
eyes to test if I said something which I didn't of course.

He didn't take my hard on in his mouth or something, it was under my
shorts so he could not but he opened his mouth and was blowing breath on
it, you know the hot breath, on my hard on. How many people do you know
to resist this? I'm not one of them even if there is any.

Second by second I was getting closer to my climax, I had no blood in my
body but my cock, I was that hard. When I moaned he was just looking at
me to see the effect of himself on me. Here I was, the strong daddy, I
was so weak and was able to do nothing against his movements. He was just
grinning and enjoying and celebrating his victory over me. Finally he
found something to beat me up for good and I was in no place to object.

I moved my legs on his back, over his butt, I was just locking him down
on me. I put my right hand on the back of his head. You know what I was
getting ready for, right? I was just hissing and trying to shut my mouth
down so that I wouldn't make much noise to wake my wife. Matthew just
dropped my mobile on my abdomen and was just looking at me. He was locked
between my legs and cannot move his head because I was locking it with my
hand over my crotch. He got a worry face at once and I told him not to
worry and keep going, and he did. He blew hot breath on my crotch, tried
to breath over his nose. And it happened. I just ejaculated in my shorts,
a lot, shot after shot. He tried to move away his face but I denied, I
kept him in place. After some seconds, he stopped fighting over it and
stayed there. I was moving my crotch over his face, humping his face, not
thinking about tomorrow.

Then I calmed down eventually, it ended. I was taking deep breaths with
my eyes closed. My heart beat was over 200 or I thought it was because
there was no explanation about what happened. He again had a worry on his
face, so that I released my hand behind his head and my legs over his
back. He moved just a bit and smelled my crotch. The room was filled with
my semens' smell, the brothers of him. He was wrinkling at first while I
was pushing his face down but now he was smelling it on purpose. He asked
me if I peed in my shorts. I said no. He said that the smell was
different then pee and got confused. I just asked if he liked or not and
he just smiled back with smelling more.

After I took control of humping him, he lost interest on my mobile and
left himself on me. Till then he was just letting me do whatever I could.
He put his hands on my hard on again to catch on it. It was getting
smaller finally with the release I had just moments ago but with his
hands, I started to get erected again. I didn't want to have it again and
just let him go. I told him to go to bed. He was about to object but I
just let him know that if he wouldn't go to bed, then there would be 1
week off-electronic punishment. I didn't want that, why would I? Did you
listen what I just told you? He knew that he beat me down, he found my
weak point and even with that I was telling about this punishment thus he
left it out and stood up.

Once he stood up, I saw that his pyjama bottom's front had a bulge, he
liked what we did and that was a sign for me, but not for now. I know
that he had so many questions but they could all wait for a couple of
hours. Because if he couldn't wake up the day after, we would have more
serious problems, you know, the wife thing.

Off he went to bed and I was on the couch with all my thoughts in my
head. I was trying to digest the things that recently happened. Yes I got
what I wanted but from my son? My innocent one? I was too confused and
tired to think clearly. All I thought was the wife, what she would say if
she found out the smell in the living room. So I went to the bathroom and
washed my underwear in silence. There was no chance for me to go to the
bedroom and pick up a clean one. Why? Have you been listening to me? The
bitch? So I had to go commando which I was fine. At least I thought I
was, it led me to strike 2, not yet though.

Me again: So I just get permission to empty my bladder on the grass. It's
not like I am shy after all happened but still sperm is different then
pee, at least that's what I think. While going a bit far away, I just
looked at the view that I was watching while listening. What a view that
is..

To be continued??