Date: Sat, 09 Mar 2024 03:40:59 +0000
From: false_knock@proton.me
Subject: Tell Me About It 3

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Mb (for now) (Gay - incest)

Me: Whatever I say now will ruin the surprise, so let me just let him
tell the story. (Again, the rest till I say otherwise is from his point
of view.)

The breakfast was taking too much time for me, because I don't care if
you judge me or not but I want him to play with, ehm my mobile. No, it's
not his joy stick, come on, the game in the mobile has its own, I guess.
Or is it his joy stick? Well I don't care, I enjoyed and wanted more, so
be it.

But again breakfast was the usual, nothing weird happened but I could see
that he had so many questions. We chit chatted somethings about where his
mother was, how the school was going, how his friends were, etc. You know
I was, and I am, curious about his school life, street life. Now that I'm
thinking if anything was happening anywhere other than the house. I
didn't know why and how all of a sudden his interest started. Oh my god,
of course not playing games, all boys are into playing games, even in the
streets or on computer. I'm talking about his other interest. Yes, to my
cock, is it ok now? Gosh, you are like him, you don't let it go for no
reason.

When breakfast ended, we got up and put the plates into washing machine.
And yes, he didn't let it go. He just hugged me while we were standing.
He was only tall to my abdomen so he was hugging and his hands tried to
reach from my behind but they couldn't so instead he hold them on my
butt. But his face was close to my crotch. It was a heavenly hug, so I
hugged him back from that height as much as I can. He stayed that way for
a while then took his head back and checked my crotch. It was a dad-son
hug so I didn't feel anything arousing but how couldn't I with the next
one? He just opened his mouth and blew his hot breath on my flaccid cock
and that did the work, I got hard in seconds. Then he grinned to me and
said that it was working with his mouth and ran to the living room.

I didn't know what he had in mind but I was a bit scared to go to the
living room. I thought I couldn't control myself again as yesterday but
he called me to the living room. I waited a couple of seconds to go
flaccid. When I went in, he was in one side of our L couch so I sat the
other side to be far from him, you know to avoid some things. He got up
and got closer to me. While grabbing my flaccid cock, which got hard
immediately, he asked if he could play with my mobile. I told him where
my mobile was, I don't remember the location now but he got up and picked
it up and came back. I wasn't thinking clearly at all.

When he came back, he asked if I was going to lie back. I was so confused
and he knew that I was. He was controlling me with his mouth, by words
for now. I lied back and he got between my legs in an instant, laying
with his hands on my crotch, his mouth on me like yesterday. I was
commando so there was no cloth to control my cock in my shorts and he was
just playing with it with his mouth so freely. I was moaning like hell,
no one was at home but us so I was free to make sounds. He was looking at
me sometimes and grinning and enjoying his time with the mobile and his
new joy stick.

I was trying to move away sometimes not because I didn't want him to
continue, because it was getting too intense. And he sensed that so he
kept coming on me, well my cock by joy. With all these plays, my short
gave some way to my cock, its head was getting free. He stopped and
looked at it, he was seeing it the second time this hard. He was just
investigating it with his eyes more now. I don't know what happened to my
mobile but it wasn't in his hands so it was free investigation for him. I
wanted this, the blowing his breath, to continue so I put it back in my
shorts and told him to keep going. How the hell would I know that he had
other things in his mind? What he did next was moving my shorts down,
more than to reveal the head, almost half of cock to his eyes. He was
just watching it, I didn't understand how he felt but it wasn't
disgusting him, he was like more amazed of it and its size maybe? The
taste? Did he like the taste of it? You know he licked it next to the
table, right?

He looked back at me, I was surrendered all to his actions, I was looking
but couldn't say one word to him. He moved his head down while looking at
me and licked my hard on. I just sighed, this was too much to me and I
moved my hips from him. He got closer to me and tried to lick my cock
again which he did, his tongue was out of his mouth. He was chuckling and
enjoying the joy he was giving to me. While moving on the couch with my
boy on me, my shorts gave away more and it was now around my thighs and I
wasn't able to move more, you know my shorts were limiting my movements.

He knocked me down, got closer and with his grinning he held my cock in
his hand. With that I couldn't move away more. Then he licked my cock
like an ice cream. Well it wasn't ice or cold, that's for sure. But how
can his tongue be hotter than my cock? I moaned like a lion. This was too
much for me, he was just grinning. I don't know how a nine year old does
these and doesn't get afraid with these moaning that he gives his father
but here we are. He, I guess, knew that these are joy moanings, not angry
moanings so he continued, licking it.

With one of his hands, he steadied my cock and started to lick it from
bottom to top just to make me more miserable. I was just trying to enjoy.
I mean I was enjoying but still I had some thoughts that that was not
right but who am I? A saint or something? I tried to keep my mind under
control but I guess I couldn't because I was just holding my cock to his
face, and he was licking it without thinking.

Then he stopped, looking at my pee pee. The head was still wet with
precum but the rest was all wet with his saliva, well not watery but wet.
He wasn't getting closer to my head, pee slit, maybe he was thinking the
liquid was pee? He smelled the tip and I thought he started to consider
something, I don't know. He told me "Daddy, when will you make the smell
again?" His innocence and speech was driving me crazy. I just told him
"In a while but you should take the head in your mouth." He asked me what
the head was, I just pointed my angry red head to him with my finger..
"But how can I take your pee pee in my mouth? It is too big now" he
asked. I told him, not without thinking "You know some times you take
your ice cream in your mouth and bite it." He nodded. "And you know it
was hurting your teeth sometimes because it was cold. See, my pee pee is
not that cold. But please without biting" He just grinned at my response
but got serious all of a sudden and locked his eyes on my cock. I
continued "Try to take it in your mouth like an ice cream and the smelly
liquid will come"

He was still thinking, checking my cock. He tried to take it in his mouth
from the side. His opening mouth to get closer to my cock, what a sight
that was. He couldn't and asked how he should do it. I pointed the head
to his mouth in a flash. He looked at my head, it had my precum, he
didn't want to but I told him "That is the smelly thing you wanted. You
can try smelling. It tastes good too." With that he licked the head with
my precum. He tasted it but couldn't relate to anything. He just shook
his shoulder like it didn't taste bad or he didn't care, opened his mouth
and took the head in by opening his mouth wider. I don't know if it was
the sight or the tension but I didn't take long, because he was really
sulking the head my cock like an ice cream. He was devouring it, so many
slurp sounds I heard and I didn't even warn him, I thought to let it go.

But then some terrifying event happened, I heard my wife's voice. She was
calling my name and telling me to look at the phone immediately, she was
screaming hysterically. I got afraid but I couldn't stop what was
happening. I tried to get up but it frightened my boy too much, still he
couldn't disconnect because he was still not aware of the surroundings,
he couldn't hear the sound of his mother I guessed and continued what he
was doing, which was sulking the head of it. I found my mobile next to my
hips and took it immediately. I was fucked up as hell but I couldn't stop
what was happening down there because I was way too close.

I took the phone to my ear and talked to my wife. She asked me what I was
doing and who I was talking to. I told her that no one and I was trying
to release myself since she wasn't doing her side of the job in our
marriage. I was on fire, I was fighting with my wife on the call and I
was trying to feed my boy, well I fed him with breakfast but this was a
special food for him. I felt like I was taking revenge on my wife and
enjoying my time. She asked me where Matthew was but I couldn't continue
that and ended the call. Oh yes, this would cause a lot of issues but why
should I care? I was in a high way with no way back and it happened.

And it happened. I shot my first load in his mouth, then the second.
After the third he took the head out of his mouth, some of my semens that
I shot in his mouth were falling down his lips. Then I shot the forth and
fifth to his eyes and forehead. He immediately shut his eyes and tried to
get away but I didn't let him for sure. Since his eyes were shut and he
was trying to take the semens out of his mouth, I put the head in his
mouth again with my hand behind his head. I was forcing him down like the
night before. I told him to take it easy and that he was making his daddy
the happiest dad in the world. With that he steadied himself and waited
for my orgasm to end, for him it was the smelly thing. For me, it was
like the end of the world.

Anyhow I lost my mind with the next thing. I was moaning already with
what was happening, you know I released myself half on my boy's face,
half in his mouth but he was doing nothing. Well he wasn't terrified or
so but still, he wasn't moving. But, then, he started to swallow, my
semens, by gulping. My hand was behind his head, I was pushing him down
on my cock but still, he swallowed the semens in his mouth. He didn't try
to spit them out of his mouth, he didn't keep in his mouth, he fucking
swallowed his siblings, down his stomach.

He moved his hand to his face, I thought he would've kept himself away of
my crotch but, he just, cleared his eyes, with his own fingers. He then
opened his eyes, and looked at the thing in his fingers and took it
closer to his nose, while my cock was connected to his mouth. After
smelling them, he just grinned. He grinned to me, like he won a
tournament. I was just trying to get things under control, I just
released myself with how many shot I could not remember, the head of my
cock still buried in my son's mouth, and he was fucking grinning to my
eyes. Like he was possessed by the devil, he started to suck the head
like he was drinking a cup of water from a straw. I don't know how that
happened but I felt one last shot out of my cock to his mouth, a very
small one but still.

How can you stay away from this kind of things happening around you? Tell
me please, can you behave yourself? Well I can't and I couldn't. Because
what I was looking for was a hole and I'd found it. It didn't matter to
whom it belonged to, the only thing mattered that I found it. But I was
%100 sure because it was the end because of the wife thing, you know. She
heard me, satisfying myself. And most likely she heard my boy's voice too
so it was all over. What can I say?

Me: The way he was telling me his story was so weird and he seemed to be,
not all but mostly, innocent. It was everything around him led him to
this way. How can I judge him? How can I blame him? How can I take my
hand away of the things that my hands are on?

To be continued?