Date: Mon, 14 May 2012 19:49:42 -0400 From: quest47484748 Subject: The Erotic Childhood of Bob's Dad (incest section) The Erotic Childhood of Bob's Dad by quest47484748 Like his son Bob Jr., Bob Sr. had come into the world in more than one way; instead of wailing in confusion mixed with shock and awe Bob howled in the throws of his first orgasm. Even if the all the dicks in the delivery room had been soft instead of rock hard they could not have mistaken the rhythmic pulsing of the larger than average (for a new born) penis as it mimicked their own in the peak of pleasure. The only difference between the two deliveries was that when Bob Sr. was born the doctors didn't cum until they shot a load in a bathroom stall and had no idea that every other doctor, nurse and orderly was doing the same (if they had known they would have cum in one minute instead of two). Even though Bob Sr. was down the hall in the waiting room he felt his son's first orgasm at birth trigger a load of his own filling his already damp jock with another fresh load of new dad spunk. It was no surprise since his father had told him how he just barely kept from cumming at his birth because he knew that heavy a load would ruin his only pair of dress pants (which he only wore for special occasions, the rest of the time preferring the freedom of going commando in overalls). Bob Sr. like his dad only wore underwear to work (all that half hard meat stretched obscenely down an inside thigh was too distracting in a business environment and he got tired of having to explain things more than once to new employees distracted by the outline of Bob's meat and the fact that their own dick was getting rock hard for no reason). But if he knew for certain he'd be shooting a load away from the comforts of home (and a fresh pair of pants) he'd put on a jock or if he forget slip on one of the rubbers he kept in the car's glove compartment. If he didn't he looked like he had spilt a large drink in his lap and would reek of cum for the next five minutes. Bob Sr. learned to walk a year later than most kids because of the all the uncles and nephews that use to love picking him up and carrying him around, sometimes on their backs and other times (that usually lead to mutual orgasms) with his legs around their necks and his hard little dick standing straight up constantly stimulated by the material and the up & down caused by walking. Bob Sr. was also a hit with every mailman and delivery person who showed up with a package because at the age of five he was fond of hugging the leg of every horny young man who showed up with a package (and if they were soft when they got out of the car they were rock hard by the time they rang the doorbell while wondering if they had enough time to reposition their newly hard and throbbing dick. The head of young Bob Sr. would fit just under the crotch of the delivery man at the same time they felt his large (for a toddler) and hard dick against their calf and be so turned on they would momentarily loose focus and adjust their dicks forgetting where they were. Bob Sr.'s dad would chuckle while he peeled his son off the man and sign for the package. About three minutes later he could feel them cumming in their cars before driving off. Bob Sr.'s dad got the nickname of Big Bob in junior high school when his classmates saw him naked in the shower after gym and realized that his dick was even bigger than the coach's (and Bob the younger would prove to be chip off the old block in that department once he hit puberty and started shooting heavy teen aged loads). Little Bob loved nothing more than climbing onto to his father lap when he sat in one of the living room arm chairs or resting his head on his dad's crotch if he was stretched out on the couch. Big Bob enjoyed it just as much because more often than not each cuddle session began with mutual hard ons and ended with simultaneous orgasms. Big Bob used to pretend to be asleep on the couch so little Bob could indulge in his favorite way to stimulate himself to orgasm unwatched. Little Bob would gently climb on top of Bob and settle into his favorite position: head resting on his dad's firm dick and his legs wrapped around whichever thigh he was facing. Since neither Bob wore underwear their dicks were free to stretch out unencumbered in any direction and once the younger Bob was settled in between the older Bob's legs just right he would slowly (so as not to wake him) hump the top part of his calf to orgasm before drifting off to sleep). The first time this happened Big Bob really was asleep right up until his son orgasmed which meant that quarter cup of cum shooting out of his dick and soaking his upper thigh right through his pants also knocked him right out dreamland just as his son was entering it. Rather than wake him up he kept still until his son was done napping. After the first time Big Bob would always pretend to be asleep on the couch when he heard he son coming in from outside just in case it might happen again (which it did, on a regular basis for the next few years). The highlight of the both Bob's week was when they bathed together every Saturday night. The would take turns washing each other from head to toe. Little Bob felt even more fortunate when he found out that his dad was the only one who did this because the memory of those baths became the first of many deposits in his personal spank bank. Little Bob's childhood and adolescence were filled with multiple orgasms on a daily basis so he always relaxed and in a good mood every day. And when he became a man he decided that he would do everything possible to make sure his son had the same upbringing and was pleased that his own dad would be helping out his grandson during the summer for a second time.