Date: Fri, 13 Sep 2019 16:20:58 +0200
From: wise owl <wiseoldowl@gmx.com>
Subject: Watching Daddy (part fifteen) 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
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**Please read all earlier parts in the directory before this section**




Watching Daddy






Part Fifteen:





As readers know, I was not afraid of my daddy one bit. My daddy only had to
speak to me to correct my behaviour, he hated violence. And so as Albert
and I stood there seeing the signs of daddy waking up...no doubt Albert was
terrified, I was thrilled.

Albert's dad had no scruples about smacking him from pillar to post and so
he assumed all dad's did this. I had to really hold his trembling arm, he
really wanted to run away.

"Albert, it is fine. Daddy is not like your dad! Just relax!" I assured him
as best I could.

Daddy's big bare feet twitched before us, his toes flexed and I must
say...his once tumescent noodle had sort of resumed its usual shape and
size (still very big even at rest)...the elongation of moments ago had
settled down. The upward- bellybutton pose from before was now a more
downward turn...his silky puffy folds of the foreskin opening now faced us
more or less. But that little wet patch on his tummy area still glinted in
the fading sun...I made a mental note to ask daddy about that soon!

Daddy's eyes fluttered and he moved his hands up to his hair and sort of
pulled his fingers thru it here and there. He still was half asleep.

A sound like a groan and then...one eye, then the other popped open in
quick succession. His blue eyes not yet focussed but definitely seeing
something and then...

"Tony! Tony? Albert? What are you doing?" His very confused voice said as
he still lay against the pillows in a relaxed pose.

You see, daddy did not flinch...he never did. He was always "Natural
Noodle" and loved being seen naked.

Albert's cute dark eyes just looked at daddy's naked body...I am sure he
was fixated on daddy's uncut noodle.

"Hi daddy. We just came in to see your magazines." I said in all honesty.

Albert sort of burbled now, maybe he was about to faint. He was sure I'd be
spanked for wanting to look at "booby" magazines.

"Tony, I would think you and Albert could sneak a peek at my at some other
time...like when I am not napping." Daddy said in a very nonchalant tone.

Albert....being Albert added, "You don't mind? Really?"

Daddy just smiled.

"What I don't see, I don't know."

Albert giggled and that lovely dark hair just shook as his whole body
tittered. I really did like Albert.

"See, silly. My daddy is not mean." I said pinching Albert's elbow for
effect.

"No, Tony, your daddy is sleepy! And resting...Good bye. Nice to see you
Albert." Daddy rolled over and his silky noodle vanished under his body.

We now were treated to his amazing manly ass cheeks, fuzzy and sunlit and
so tight and round! Both of us did a little intake of air.

Albert smiled at me and hissed.

"Big naked buns!"

Daddy being all ears heard that.

"Good bye you two, and leave my buns out of it!"

We both laughed like hyenas and raced out of the room on our socked feet, I
pushed the door back to where it had been and we made a bee-line for my
bedroom.

Albert flopped down on my bed and smiled up at me.

"You have the coolest dad. He's totally naked and lets us see him and will
let you see his booby magazines too. Cool dad!"

I had to admit, I did have a great daddy.

Now I looked down at Albert's worn out thin socks. I was feeling an urge
and I was still so young but I knew what I wanted.

"Albert, look your toe came through. Take those off. You can have a new
pair of mine. I have loads and I can trade you those for new ones. I even
have plain brown ones, just like yours but newer. Come on, get those off."
I said with authority and played the part I would play for years to
come...a boy who got other boys to give me their socks!

My newly emerging pattern had begun and Albert, so likable, just pulled his
small thin socks off and sat holding them out to me.

His lovely bare feet sat on my carpet and I sort of melted...just a bit and
wanted to run to his toes.

"You are a nice guy, Tony. I like you. Here. Have them. They smell, but you
can wash them." He said looking at me with those beautiful eyes.

I had no intention of washing them. They were a first in my collection of
socks that did NOT belong to my daddy. I'd hide them away and just...well,
I would sniff them and think about Albert's lovely small feet. That was all
I did in those early days. Later, it would involve a more sexual response
from me...but these were early days yet.

I rummaged in my very full sock drawer; daddy always bought me socks as he
knew I liked looking just like he did, and located a pair much like the
very worn pair Albert now handed me. I will confess, my mind also did
wonder what sort of underwear Albert had on. I imagined if the socks were
any indicator, they'd be old and tatty too. I moved my hand to open my
underwear drawer and then...stopped. Another time...yes! Not now, soon!

I handed over the newer socks from my collection with pride. He just pulled
on the fresh ones and smiled back. Those eyes were so dark and sweet!

"Let's go out again. We can toss the ball some more." I said now holding
his very threadbare socks in my trembling hand.

Albert just pranced out, his light young frame nimble as a monkey.

And me? I spun on my socked toes, faced the corner of my room and took one
long whiff of Albert's scented socks. The smell was not like daddy's or
mine. This was my very first sock swop and my first sniff of another's
socks other than daddy's or mine. The scent was days old. Albert had not
lied. The scent was rich, a bit rank...boy sweat from days of running
around in old sneakers, most likely hand-me-downs...pungent and sinus
charging! My head roared with an almost searing pain...but it was good and
I truly drank in Albert's essences and smiled.

I hid this little treasure under my bed...for that moment. I'd find a way
to capture that scent later!

I followed Albert's footsteps out into the hallway and only a few seconds
had passed and there he was!

He had pushed my parent's bedroom door open just a bit more and was
watching my daddy snore away, face down and round firm ass up...naked!
Albert just peeped in enough to see and enjoy! Daddy again sound asleep!

I moved up to Albert.

"Neat, and naked!" I said giggling softly.

Albert just sighed.

"You are so lucky. It's fun to see a big naked man, you know, to just see
him and know stuff." He explained away. No way would he say...I love naked
men! Hell no....that was not going to come from his lips. But I think we
both thought it....lots!

We walked back to the kitchen and pulled our shoes back on and left.

I said as he looked for the ball, it had rolled under a bush, I had an
idea.

My idea involved getting my daddy naked in front of his dad.

Albert said I was crazy.

"How can you do that? Just tell your daddy to strip in front of my dad? You
think it will make my dad get naked, too? Crazy!"

I explained it was an experiment and might work. Might make his dad be less
protective of his naked times if he had another grown man show him it's OK
to be naked like that. Might work! I explained.

"That's a lot of mights, Tony!" Albert said grabbing the ball.  But I
smiled and knew I could. I was that sure of my skill where my daddy was
concerned. My budding young mind envisioned a need to get daddy naked or
nearly naked. I settled on...Halloween. Yes, a few months away but a great
way to have some fun and change clothes and be possibly naked too!

Now daddy loved Halloween since he did not have it in England growing
up. He thought of it as a bit of crazy fun and loved dressing up. He took
me out those nights to do the candy trail but this year...I had a great new
mission. More on that later!

Albert and I walked around the front of my house and there was Mavis...her
bleached hair looking a bit frazzled.

She stood looking a bit miffed.

"You two. YOU TWO! I saw you...bothering your daddy. Walking into his room
while he napped, naked...and you just standing there. So naughty."

Now Albert just giggled and ran off. I knew he knew that Mavis was that
kind of OTT (over the top) middle-aged lady and you just smiled kindly and
walked away when she got going. And she was going lots!

"Mavis, it's OK. Daddy saw us. And he just told us to go out and play."

Mavis always shocked easy.

"Tony, you little monster. You mean he won't paddle you? For taking another
boy into your house and into his room...and him all naked! I'd spank you
myself but I am not the one who should!"

"So you watched from your windows. Great! I am glad you did. We had fun." I
added as a way to remind her that she was just as naughty as we were.

Mavis just crumpled. Her balloon popped. She stalked away. I won!

But I also knew I needed Mavis soon, for my "naked daddy" Halloween
plan. She'd say yes to my idea...she really liked my daddy and would love
to help get him into a costume-the tighter the better.

She had an old Singer sewing machine and could knock up costumes like a
pro. I'd ask her to help daddy make a great costume. He'd have to get naked
for her and then...maybe for Albert and his dad. All for Halloween!

Mum showed up and life went on that day.

I snuck back into my bedroom and took a plastic sandwich baggy I stole from
my kitchen cupboard and placed those delicious Albert socks inside and
folded the flap over. My young mind believed it would preserve the smells
for years to come. It worked for months...as years went by, the smells
faded but the memory was crystal clear!





Now...a few weeks went by and a new experiment for daddy arrived right on
my plate and I did not have to create it, it just happened!


The weeknight began like any other of that period of my young life. Dad
home, time spent relaxing in the living room, glorious footsy fun under the
dining table as we ate...all so normal. I vividly recall he was wearing
tight navy blue OTC gold-toes that eventful night.

It was all very normal until we went upstairs and I attempted to assist him
in his routine tub time strip; me being in charge of sock removals and
dirty clothes gathering. He stopped me just after I pulled those
delightfully aromatic socks from his shapely moist size 11's. The moist
fabric felt exciting in my hands and the workaday smell pleasantly wafted
upwards and filled my sinuses. I swooned, as I normally did, my heart
accelerating in sheer glee. Dad stood up from the bed but did not pull off
his underwear and toss it to me for the clothes basket. The black
bikini-style underpants stayed on. I looked and a question formed on my
lips. Dad beat me.

"I need to do my bath on my own tonight. No helper, Tony. Sorry, sometimes
I just need to be on my own." He said in a sorry tone with those blue eyes
looking at me with concern. His moustache twitched in a nervous way. He
stood, transferring weight from one big naked foot to the other. My eyes
watching and drinking in his feet with each change he made.

"What's wrong? Take off your underwear. I will put them in the laundry
clothes basket. I always do." I said reaching my hand out to receive the
pair of black underwear while I clutched the precious silky socks with the
other.

"No, Tony. I can't take them off tonight. I have a bit of a problem." He
added mournfully. He strode forward on his big bare feet, his muscular ass
covered in black tight fabric waltzed by me as he moved. I followed,
whiffing the lovely socks discreetly as we moved to the bathroom. My mind
torn in two, love those silky socks or question his so-called, problem. I
went for the problem.

"What kind of problem, daddy?" I asked as he tried to shut the bathroom
door and keep me out.

"A man problem. Not serious, just painful." He added carefully. He again
tried to keep me out by gently pushing my chest towards my own room.

"I want to know. Tell me." I said in my own bossy way.


 "It's not serious, it's my foreskin. It sometimes gets a bit sensitive and
swollen." He said looking at me like I was a doctor in training. I ran the
worn socks thoughtfully past my nose as I pondered his words.

"Well, I don't have one. Mine is gone. I did not see anything strange last
night when you had your bath." I said thoughtfully and almost
professionally.

"Well Doctor Tony, I only felt it get painful, swollen and itchy today. And
years ago it happened and I needed some special cream to help. Does that
answer your medical concerns?" He added with a hearty laugh and I knew dad
was not in too much pain.

With that he snatched the aromatic socks out of my hand and moved to shut
the door.  "Wait, I want to see. Show me the foreskin?" I was fascinated
and completely on a non sexual level. It was educational and plus being
"cut" meant I had no experiences with foreskin other than seeing my dad's
each day.

"Let me take my bath, I'll let mum have a look later if that will make you
feel better. OK?" He asked almost pleading with me. Well, if mum got
involved it would be a more involved exam and so I settled for it. The door
closed and I set off to alert mum to be ready to be a "nurse", daddy had a
problem.

I marched down the stairs and left dad to run his bath in private. Mum
would be shocked to see me, I always stayed with dad. The sounds coming
from the kitchen were typical. Mum banging around putting things away.

I entered the kitchen near the rear of the stairs. I startled her and she
spun around.

"I thought you'd be pestering your dad. Are you OK?" She asked drying up a
saucer.  Her matronly hands busy with a large tea towel. Her eyes gazing
towards me and sharp as ever.

"No, mum. I am fine. Dad has a swollen foreskin. He did not want any
company tonight. He said you can look at it later." I said in a matter of
fact tone as if I'd asked for a cookie.

I could still smell my dad's sock scents all over my fingers; I steadily
massaged my nose with those smelly fingers as I talked to mum.

She finished her drying up chores and moved to the living room with me, her
apron all frills and lace. Her mind elsewhere as she sat and looked at me.

"Nothing to worry yourself about. These things happen from time to time
with your dad. He's fine. Just needs a check. He had a good friend and
doctor in NYC he knows from years of commuting back and forth to the NY
office there from here. He needs to go to the New York office this month;
he'll go sooner and have it checked out. You'll see...no worries." She said
vaguely as she looked through me, not at me.

The sound of his padding about on his bare feet above us in the master
bedroom broke the moment. His tub was short tonight, he was in the
bedroom. Mum, grabbing her reading glasses from the coffee table, moved
quickly up the stairs to "examine" him. She did not even notice me trailing
alone like a dog. I was certain dad needed me. Mum had that look, the
"don't cross me" expression on her face. And with those dark rimmed reading
glasses on made it her look almost like a librarian, and I knew only bitchy
ones at that early stage of my life. "Look at daddy"...I thought to myself
with a shiver.

Mother, apron flying, high heels pumping moved to the bedroom...dad naked
and waiting.  I stood just behind mum, the door pushed closed but not
fully. I stood outside and my eyes became that of a stick insect and felt
like they were on stalks and my ears on high alert. I needed to know all if
it concerned my daddy!

I heard whispers and tried to discern what I could. I grew so still.

Daddy voiced concern over me. Mum hushed him. Her concern was voiced, now I
understand it, but then I had no clue. Her big worry was how this would
affect the baby making. She lit into him like a mad woman. All under her
breath but loud enough. I know now that mum wanted another child before she
got too old but that was not to be but at that stage they were still
trying, mum really working to get pregnant. Working my daddy, no doubt! But
I still had no clue about all this yet...I was still too young.

I moved on my own moist sock-clad feet and hovered by the crack of the
bedroom door, I could just see in.

Daddy stood by the bed, his body naked. I could see nothing wrong from my
place but mum obviously had grave worries.

"Reggie, lay on the bed on your back. Let me see. I want to have good
look." She ordered and adjusted her glasses. She looked ready for
business. She tilted the lampshade by the bed, it created a spotlight
theatrical effect and my handsome moustached daddy moved into the glow. His
fit naked six-foot form with that rusty -gold furry covered look and
appearing almost godlike by lamplight moved to lie according to mum's
demands...and his big fleshy size 11 bare feet now faced me fully....BLISS!

I stood with my heart thumping, I loved to see my daddy's feet like this on
the bed. Perfection! Dad and mum seemed oblivious to the slightly open
door...that was even better. I could now see pretty well and hear all!

Dad's big size 11's stood side by side on the foot of the bed and looked
slightly sweaty in the light. His pink newly bathed soles, smooth and
supple stood like two soldiers on duty, his toes wiggling slightly in
anticipation of "nurse" mum and her examination.

I could now see mum sitting alongside daddy's naked body and her highly
manicured finger-nailed hands moved to his lovely noodle, which lay in a
heap below his rusty-golden pubic nest. I could not see the actual medical
issue with his foreskin other than the fact he yelped helplessly as mum
prodded it with her fingertips.

"Ouch, you can see it is red and puffy. Be gentle!" Daddy said in a rather
hushed tone. Both he and mum still unaware I was just outside the partly
closed door.

More moans and groans as mum did her standard tut-tut sound.

"This is bad. I knew this might happen, now when we least need it. Damn
it!" Mum said in a peevish tone. Her librarian's reading glasses peering
down at dad's large silky uncut manhood like a specimen in a laboratory.

Daddy's feet began to jiggle impatiently; obviously the pain of her
touching his swollen skin was making him jump about. I watched those
beloved bare feet dance, but it was not joy, it was pain!

"You'll go to New York City this week and see to it. We must stay on track!
This will only delay things. Make the appointment. Do it Friday and visit
the office there for a few hours, make a reason to go. Be back Sunday. That
should work!" Mum said huffing in a disapproving way and making demands as
per normal. This so-called "baby making" was now on my private list to find
out more about and indeed, in time, I would!


Mum stood up, I vanished into my room like the stealth king I was slowly
becoming. Mum took off down the stairs. I worked my way back to my daddy
who now lay under the covers and looked a bit sulky.

"Are you ok?" I asked quietly.

He smiled, his handsome face looking up at me from the pillows. His neatly
combed, still wet reddish golden hair laid slicked back and almost
perfectly styled. I really adored him!

"Yes, mum has figured it all out and I shall see my old buddy Doctor
Carlyle this week, maybe Friday afternoon and spend a bit of time in the
New York office. It will be fine. Trust me." He said smiling and his blue
eyes twinkling.

Now after my experience with creepy, Harrison, daddy's PA, I knew I had to
go along. A strange doctor (at least to me) examining daddy, my daddy and
his amazing feet, my beloved feet...I had to be there. Plus Harrison would
go to NYC with daddy- they always went together, another reason to go. My
mind whirled into high gear and I began to plot. No way did I want daddy
alone with creepy Harrison who obviously liked daddy's feet, too! If
Harrison wanted daddy's feet...I'd be there to see! Plus daddy would be
naked at this doctor friend's office, he had to be, it was his noodle that
had the problem! I needed to see all!

"Daddy, I want to go along. Please. You promised I could go again to NYC
with you. I went once, ages ago. I could miss one day of school and
go. Please!" I begged and sat at the foot of the bed and rubbed dad's feet
playfully through the covers.

I knew I'd win. I was so like mum, I could twist daddy around my little
finger.  The plan was hatched. Leave Thursday night, arrive late and stay
in the NYC rented apartment that was used for visiting clients and
staff. I'd tag along with daddy all day Friday and explore Manhattan a bit
on Saturday and come back Sunday. Only Friday off from school, a little
hooky never hurt anyone and this all hinged on this friend Doctor Carlyle
having a slot Friday for dad to come in. And knowing daddy, he'd work it
out. And mum would agree, obviously her baby making project was vital and
daddy going to NYC was key. Mum would agree, reluctantly, and she did! The
doctor was phoned the next day and all was set for a 2 PM appointment on
Friday.

I went to bed that night pleased with my plot; my own small feet bouncing
under the covers in gleeful anticipation of this trip with my dad. And
knowing full well creepy Harrison would be in the car Thursday night when
daddy and I drove off to NYC...and he was. But I was ready and he was
ticked off! I was NOT in his plans, but I won and he lost. Daddy was mine
and I was in charge, well, as much as I could be. His classic body and
perfect feet were MINE! All Mine! Daddy was my "natural noodle" and that
was that!


Harrison, he'd be in my new experiment, but I had to watch him very closely
or he might snatch daddy away...forever! I had work on not letting Harrison
have too much power. I had to!




Watching Daddy continues next time.



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