Date: Thu, 1 Aug 2019 12:44:14 +0200 From: wise owl Subject: Watching Daddy (part twelve) for gay/incest Reader Note: This is a love story pure and simple. A loving tribute to a dad from his son. If this offends you- and by that I mean male sexuality in all its fullness, if you are not of legal age, then please do not read this. If you have comments, please email me at wiseoldowl@gmx.com Please give to Nifty, your support keeps it going! My dad's early years before meeting my mum can be read at: www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/the-life-and-times-of-natural-noodle **Please read all earlier parts in the directory before this section** Watching Daddy Part Twelve: The long, darkly socked foot crept out of the leather loafer nearest my dad's feet. I was amazed at how long Harrison's socked foot looked to me. Dad was very big but Harrison's feet must have been at least 13's! They were so long and pointy, I mean his toes looked lethal in his solid thin black socks. Those lethal toes, which now were free of their shoe prison, moved worm-like over to my dad's waiting feet. Dad stubbed out the smokes and lay back, spread his feet a bit on the carpet and laughed heartily. Harrison sat there and watched daddy's face, noting his expression. Drinking him in, NO, worshipping him! I knew it and worshipping daddy was my territory. Not Harrison's! I felt my grip on the bush loosening. My head spun and I felt like my meal was coming up! Harrison's hand, long, thin...moved now along daddy's trouser clad thigh. It was a stroke; I knew a stroke even back then. Harrison was stroking daddy's thigh! The way "Mr. Creepy" moved his long snake-like foot all along my dad's beautiful brown sheer socked feet was like a macabre dance of demons! The hand and foot work was mesmerizing me! Undulating and winding along my dad's perfectly high arch on one foot and slithering over to the other foot for the same. I watched this slow, lurid display and my dad, to my utter horror, condoned it. I felt tears well up and begin to stream down my flushed cheeks. How could my handsome Adonis of a dad allow this creepy man to do that, our special dinner time game, to him? Harrison was pushing my limits! The footsy game and hand motions Harrison subjected my compliant daddy to was hard to accept, but even more wild and mysterious sights were on the way! I clung to my lilac bush and drank in the view of those long sharp evil socked toes pummelling my dad's sexy socked feet, his brown solid capped toes wiggling with delight. I was torn up; I liked it and feared it. I was imagining how much dad's lovely warm socked feet were absorbing the scents of Harrison's feet. The two scents would be melding and mixing; the idea both thrilled me and yet repulsed me. Soon the inevitable happened and Harrison slid off his other loafer and assaulted daddy's eager feet with both of his. The foot war was on and both men, obviously still chatting about something, carried on this socked battle beneath the coffee table and I saw no end in sight. And Harrison carried on stroking daddy's thigh...up and down, moving more up than down! Mum would be looking for me and when she did not locate me in my room, all hell would erupt and I would be found and punished. I knew it. I was just about to sneak away when dad lay back against one arm of the couch and drew up his long legs and placed his moist socked feet atop Harrison's lap and Harrison did not push them away. Oh, no! He smiled lovingly at my daddy and batted those murky grey eyes at him and began to massage his waiting socked feet...my dad's sculptured perfect feet, my very special feet! This intruder was beginning to rub and prod and stroke my daddy's ideal feet! The look on Harrison's smug dog-like face broke me. And I lost my grip and tumbled into a noisy heap on the ground and thus the branches of the lilac snapped back and slapped the windowpanes with an almighty crack...Ka-boom! Newbie stealth-mode Tony was noticed! My fall to the grass below was not too far, thank goodness. The wind was knocked out of my small body and I made a rather pitiful guttural sound as I made contact with the earth below the bush. The combination of my sound and the wildly thwacking bush disturbed "big boy's time" and I heard the front door clatter open. My first mission was to get to my feet. Quickly I popped up, nearly fell from slight dizziness and grabbed the downspout of the guttering. I stood and looked as cool as possible as dad flew around the house to see what the hell was going on outside his study windows. "Tony, what on earth are you doing out here?" Dad said in a not overly upset way. I need my brain to work...fast! But my eyes locked onto one salient fact, dad was out on the moist, afternoon rain showered grass in his socked feet. Those delicious brown nearly sheer socks stood before me gently impressed into the newly mown side lawn of our home. My use of my vocal chords became strained as I took in the beautiful sight before me. "Are you alright? Tony, speak to me." Daddy said bending low and looking in my eyes intently. His hypnotic blue eyes made me calm down and process my thoughts. And I nearly blew it. Talk about truth serum, dad's eyes were so gorgeously alive and inviting. "Daddy, you're in your socks outside. Why?" I stammered. My head was still lost in "sockland" and I needed to focus. I shook myself. Had to get my story straight. Lucky for me mother was still doing some chore in the kitchen and did not hear the commotion. "Never mind my feet, what about you?" My dear daddy said countering like a tennis match and all the while he twiddled his socked toes delightfully in the low grass. "I thought I heard Foxglove outside and I know Mrs. Anson hates it if he gets out." I said covering my tracks. Foxglove was the rather naughty calico cat next-door and it was always escaping and needing to be captured. Daddy surveyed me. He was so cool and sexy with that moustache of his looking like a detective on TV. "Get inside you cheeky monkey. Let Mrs. Anson cope with Foxglove and his nightly antics. It's nearly past your bedtime. Come on." Dad lovingly lifted me up and carted me playfully back inside the front door. His socked feet were leaving grassy imprints in the lawn as he moved to mount the front steps to the small porch and as he walked up the painted wooden steps...each soaking sheer sock left a barefoot-like imprint as if made by rubber stamping. The size 11 feet were daddy's and I knew every contour and toe intimately. The porch light illuminated these unique artworks as if in a gallery in the city and from my place on dad's broad shoulder I could marvel at them as I was carted indoors. "So, this was the cause of all that noise!" Creepy Harrison chided as dad shut the front door and placed me down on the front hall carpet. Daddy moved back into his study and Harrison followed on his long, sharp dark socked feet. The study door was closed and I stood with the two tall men looming over me. "Don't mention this to my wife. She'll go nuts if she thought Tony was out in the night alone chasing a cat." Daddy said plopping down on the leather couch and down the last of a newly poured scotch. "My lips are sealed, you naughty boy! I thought you might be house-peeping." Harrison said joining daddy and sitting a bit too close to him. His spectacled eyes glaring at me, seeing me, the real me...damn him! "Never mind. He's safe and his mother need not worry. And we have a big day tomorrow and I must get my beauty sleep." Dad said putting his two rather see-thru brown sheer socks upon the coffee table. "You don't need a beauty sleep Reggie, get with it, I do!" Harrison said laughing in that catty-creepy way I disliked. And then Harrison's eagle-eyes spied dad's very wet socks. He made a big O shape with his mouth. "Oh, dear! You're lovely expensive socks are all wet from rescuing naughty Tony on the damp grass. Here let me get them off you." The overly helpful PA said as he moved to grab daddy's coffee tabled size 11 beauties. "That's my job! I take daddy's socks off every night." I nearly screamed in rage as I launched forward and nearly tackled my dad's wiggling warm socked feet. "Not every night sonny, not every night." The leering Harrison chided me as he lifted his scented fingers to his nose and sniffed at daddy's foot smells ever so innocently...but with malicious looks shooting my way. I imagined how nice his fingers would have smelled after touching and rubbing my dad's socked feet after a long day at his office. It was as if Harrison knew my heart and my motives...he read my mind! He seemed to know all about my secret devotion, dare I say, obsession with my dad's feet. But I had daddy's feet in my hands now. They were soaking wet, each sock almost sodden completely. The see-thru effect was dazzling and his pink feet inside each sheer sock shone like masterpieces in the study lamplight. My heart melted. But the thought entered my mind...could I use Harrison? Was it too risky in my plots to get daddy naked? What if Harrison was too powerful and took daddy away? My mind raced, but the excitement inside built. I felt it was worth trying to use Harrison...I just had to suppress any jealousy. The mission to get daddy naked and seen...it had to come first! Daddy's voice ended my deep thoughts. "Please don't fight over my socks, boys. You can take my socks off another time Harrison, OK?" Daddy said playfully as I began to pull each long, sheer sock free of his damp sculptured feet. The sight of his bare pink foot flesh held my gaze and I went into hear palpitation mode. My breath short and my head spinning. The musky scent of dad's feet, dulled a bit by the moisture, still rocketed up my nose and turned my world into rainbow explosions of joyful bliss. Dad watched me as I gaped in my trancelike state. He said nothing. Harrison broke the reverential moment. "He looks ill. Why don't you go to bed little man? Let me have those damp socks. You shouldn't be touching your daddy's dirty old socks. It's not healthy." Calling daddy's socks dirty was too much and I turned bright red. Dad just looked at me. I grabbed the wet socks tightly in my fist as Harrison moved upwards toward me and attempted to grab them from me. His manicured fingers nearly about to touch my own...to take my prize! "NO!" I screeched and bolted like a flash from the room and up the stairs. My room was my hidey-hole and no creepy guy was going to take my dad's socks from me! No way! As I fled I heard my dad say apologetically to Harrison. "He's a bit overtired no doubt. He'll be right as rain tomorrow." I would never forget the "big boy's time" I had seen from the lilac bush and what Harrison was capable of behind a closed door. I had to take control of this situation. I could not stop what happened at work or when they went off on business trips and there were many of those. But I could monitor daddy at home and boy, did I mean monitor! I knew dad's willpower was weak around a hands-on guy like creepy, greasy Harrison and so I just had to be a watchdog and use Harrison for my fun...not an easy job with such a wilful man as he was! I got to my room that night and hid in my closet for about 15 minutes and waited, dad's socks cradled in my hands and covering my face. I breathed the damp, sweaty moistness of his day into my lungs...I let it fill me with his very musky manly essences. I sailed on a cloud in the dark confined space and just enjoyed his perfect sock scents. If I could also smell Harrison's socks that had touched my dad's in that footsy game in the study, well, I am not sure...but all the smells were lovely to me at that moment and I just enjoyed the whole experience. "Tony, I want you undressed and in bed in five minutes flat." Mum's voice called out from the hallway. I crept out of my private "office" and moved to get ready for bed. I heard the sound of running water and knew daddy was taking a late bath. Harrison was gone and the 15 minutes had brought dad upstairs to carry on his interrupted nightly rituals. I carried his socks into the bathroom, pushing the door wide and surveyed my delightfully naked father soaping his body and enjoying the moment while lying nearly under the surface of the bubbly foamy water. The splashing ceased and dad looked at me as I reluctantly placed his beloved brown day-worn socks into the clothes hamper. "Tony, I have no idea what went on tonight. Your behaviour was strange toward Harrison. I work with him; he's known me for years and is a good friend. You should be kinder to him. That's not like you." Dad said soaping his lush reddish golden hair now. "He's not very nice to me sometimes. He tried to take your socks from me. That's my job!" I said defending my actions as I walked over to the tub edge, gazed in and lovingly examined my dad's soapy body below. Looking at dad in the tub was a nightly event and in my voyeuristic way I surveyed his manly flesh top to toes, especially toes. The suds blocked quite a bit of my daddy's body from view but I could see bits here and there and it all looked good...the way it should. Dad noted my approving smile as I looked him over and he chuckled in his goodhearted way. I grabbed the sink bar of soap and dad dutifully placed his size 11's on the tub edge and I began that nightly ritual of foot washing I loved to do and with great feeling. I did feel a true ownership of my dad, every blessed inch...especially those feet and his precious noodle! I truly lingered that night on each foot, really working my soapy fingers into each arch and rubbing up and down. Dad sighed with delight. "You are quite a character, Tony. I should tell mum about your naughty outburst tonight." Daddy said with his wet reddish gold locks plastered against his head with that post-shampoo look. "Daddy, you should not smoke you know. Mum would not be happy you and Harrison were doing that. I saw the ash tray all yucky looking." I said knowing we each had a little secret from mum. My daddy laid back and his sizable classically uncut cock (his noodle) and balls moved fully into view, seeming to almost float in the bathwater mid-tub and his rusty public hair framed them so artfully in the foamy surface. His playful blue eyes held my gaze as I rubbed his long toes with my eager fingers. "You, my son, will go far. Maybe politics will suit you. That was well played, Tony. Well played. I'll not tell mum of your rudeness tonight and if you keep Harrison and my smoking cigarettes to yourself...OK? Deal?" He added coyly. I rubbed those beloved smooth toes with more gusto, even though he said Harrison's secret, it was daddy I only cared about and so I was thrilled to comply. "Sure, deal! But don't smoke, it's bad for you." I added and gave his big toe a little nip-kiss-lick, an act I had perfected. "Ouch, you rascal! I know and I don't smoke very often...so don't worry." He said breezily. "And don't let Harrison be bossy to you." I said rubbing one his juicy plump heels with round, circular motions of my small hand. "I can handle Harrison. I am his boss, remember?" Daddy said pulling his bare feet away and into the water for a rinse. "Yes, daddy. But he seems a bit...too much Mr. Big Boots" I could not think of a better word to describe my distrust of the man. My vocabulary was not that advanced at that stage. Dad splashed about finishing his tub and rose up, my naked Adonis dripping wet. I handed him his towel as he spoke, his hands beginning to vigorously dry his hair. The rest of his fleshy nudity just stood there dripping and looked very statuesque as I gazed at him. I sagely had a thrilling-scary-exciting thought all of a sudden; I did not share it aloud. Had our creepy Harrison ever seen my dad like this? Naked, perfect...my uncut Adonis museum worthy daddy? They were away together on business trips, out after work together, out to "who knows where" sometimes on a weekend. I got a pulse-charged electric thru me. Had Harrison done more than stroke daddy's thighs? My heart thump-thudded, my head swooned. "Harrison is a very good man. He's a dear friend. Please don't worry." Dad said in a matter of fact way as my mind kept seeing my daddy, his delicious naked noodle and eagle-eyed Harrison all alone in some hotel room far away. My mind was really working hard. I had to control this! I just nodded my head and looked at dad. Any more "big boy time" must have my full supervision. I had no idea what it all meant but I planned to be as much a part of it as possible. I had to manipulate daddy and Harrison...it was not going to be easy, that sly old dog Harrison would fight me. I knew it. I lay in my little bed that night, still so innocent in so many ways but yet more aware of daddy and his affect on others. I saw the way Mavis went crazy for him, I knew mum was mad for his attentions but now I knew Harrison was too. Men could like men, and it was comfortable. I saw that. I saw daddy accept that attention on his wonderful socked feet, and the way Harrison stroked his thigh using his hand and none of it was rebuffed. All enjoyed by daddy! I began to think about more experiments or schemes to get daddy naked. I knew the Mavis one was well on the way but now I had Harrison to consider. The idea of Harrison and daddy's noodle exposed just made me quiver and shake under my covers that night. I wanted it, so much but I had to be certain Harrison would not steal daddy away. I made a decision in my young mind that very night...I would take that risk and try to get Harrison roped into one of my schemes. He'd obviously like seeing my daddy naked, of that, I had no doubt! So my mind worked out various scenes as my eyes grew heavy. I knew, even at my young phase of life, Harrison wielded power over daddy. Daddy may be his boss at work...but outside of the office, Harrison seemed to have much sway. Now my mind, being very influenced by the trials and tribulations of Batman on late 1960's TV...I envisioned daddy tied up by Harrison and being...being what? Now I was still young and what happened next was always so fuzzy. But daddy would be stripped, tickled-yes all over his body and Harrison would demand his lovely flesh covered noodle be examined and prodded...I had no idea why. But having daddy naked and his uncut penis exposed to mysterious acts made me feel faint...actually like a swoon and overall feeling of light-headedness. All because of this mystifying power my father's nakedness possessed over me and others! I just had to get Harrison involved. He'd be very good at my little schemes...and possibly many of them! I slept deeply and dreamt of daddy naked...his gorgeous six-foot naked form running from Harrison but not escaping in some dark woods. I was not afraid! I was laughing and helping to capture my daddy! I magically somehow subdued his struggling naked flesh and then together with Harrison- we tied daddy with ropes up on a big long wooden table. His naked body-face up, so gently furry and sweaty, struggling frantically before Harrison and me and then...together we take long sharp feathers and tickled daddy's big size 11 feet like we are crazed and wild torturers. His big feet glistening with man-sweat! We don't hear daddy cry out for mercy-he laughs-he cries, we tickle and tickle until daddy's big sheathed noodle begins to squirt pee...all over his body in a gushing fountain of golden liquid. The warm pee gathers over his slightly furry belly, filling his bellybutton like a tide pool and Harrison smiles at me, I return the smile...and daddy lays twitching, his blue eyes wide with expectation...what next is the question that hangs in air but remains unspoken. I awoke, the question unanswered but the possibilities were endless. I began the new day determined to get closer to Harrison and use him to...get daddy naked! Much more to come in each new chapter of this life saga! My dad's early years before meeting my mum can be read at: www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/the-life-and-times-of-natural-noodle Feel free to write me if you enjoyed this or have read my earlier works. Thank you! Tony aka wiseoldowl@gmx.com