This is real, I told myself. No vision, wispy day dream or night's fantasy, but real, solid . . . here. I reached out and touched my son's naked stomachâsoft, hairless, smooth, warm. He was laying next to me on the bed with his lower half beneath the covers. One of his arms was beneath his pillow and the other lay limp on his chest, his fingers just above his nipple. In the pale morning light coming in through the shades of the window next to the bed, I lay there with my head propped up with my elbow, gazing at my sleeping lover.
Mine, I said to myself silently.
A stir. He was wakening. Caressing his stomach with my fingers, I watched as he made a real grouchy morning face, yawned and then opened both of his big pretty eyes to stare at me. He smiled.
"Hey early âbird," he said. I loved the cute little dimples which appeared at the sides of his mouth each time he smiled like that.
"Sleepy-head," I joked. He turned onto his stomach and so I slid my hand up onto his waist just above his butt. "Don't you have work this morning?" I asked.
He took my hand and led it over onto his butt which I rubbed very lightly with the tips of my fingersâso smooth, silky even. "Maybe I'll just call in sick," he said, giggling softly. "Don't you think that's a good idea . . . Daddy bear?"
I felt myself stiffen at hearing thatâDaddy bearâso cute! I leaned over to kiss him on the lipsâsuch soft lipsâand so kind too. Such a good son. "Well," I said, parting from him. "You have already missed a lot of work already, Sweetheart . . ."
"Daddy, I'd quit my job for you," he replied, persistent as always, just like his mother. "I just want to be with you." At this he put his hand down beneath the covers and touched my already hardening penis. He played with its tip as he continued to speak, "All it takes it just one little bitty phone call . . . and then we can have more time alone . . ."
"Oh that feels so good," I said loving his gentle touch. "But Taylor, seriously though, you can't miss any more work . . . you have your family to think of."
He let go of my penis and, frustrated, slapped lightly onto my hand at his waist. "Daddy . . . I want to leave her . . . I want to get a divorce. I've told you about this before. I'veâ"
"Yes I remember," I said. "It will come through, I know. The divorce, I mean. But like we've said, we first have to wait for Becca to be able to move out and find a job so that your son will be well taken care of, as we agreed. I know you care for him . . . and you care for her also . . ." It hurt me to say that, but I knew it was true. Although he loved me, and I know it, he also retained some feelings for his soon-to-be ex-wife. We had spoken of this issue many times since we started having sex three weeks ago.
"Hmm . . . Daddy, you're right," Taylor said, a sad tired look on his face. "You're always right . . . so smart." He smiled at me and bent over to kiss me. "Now, Daddy . . . I gotta get ready . . . Do you want to . . . get ready with me, Daddy bear?" He giggled, a coy smile on that face of his that I admired so.
"Baby boy," I said, wrapping my arms around him. "You always know just what I am thinking don't you?" We kissed and I slid my hand down from his butt and towards his crotch where I felt his penisâit was getting hard every second.
With that we threw the covers aside, off of the bed, revealing into the cool open room air the bottom halves of our two naked bodies, two penises sticking straight up into the air now craving to be caressed. Holding hands, we crawled off of the bed and went into the bathroom. I stood behind my son as he bent slightly over to be able to turn the shower facet. His bending exposed to me his little pussyâred and rawâthe hole into which I came every night since we first declared our love for one another. It was getting bigger though of course as his body was adapting to mine. We were becoming one flesh.
The water began falling from the showerhead, steam arose from it as it splashed to the bottom of the tub. Taylor turned around to face me, a smile on his lips, a twinkle in those soft pretty eyes. Together we stepped into the tub and stood under the shower. I took him into my arms in a slow intimate embrace, our hands at each others' waists gently fondling, searching. I felt my penis push into his as I held him. We rocked a little at our hips so that our penises rubbed together.
"Daddy," Taylor said now. "Remember that dayâa long time agoâin the shower when you held onto my stomach . . .?"
I pulled my head away from over his shoulder and looked into his eyes. I kissed him. "Yes," I said. "I remember." We kissed again, my tongue sliding into his mouth and meeting his. Below, I began pressing my penis against his lower stomach and I felt his hard head pressing against my thigh.
"Remember how I wanted you to . . . make me pregnant?" he asked between a kiss. My hand slid down his side and onto his butt, which I squeezed now.
"Yes," I said.
Taylor looked directly into my face again. He was serious. "Daddy, I wish that I were . . . a woman." He swallowed and looked away from me towards the tile along the wall of the shower.
"Taylor," I said. "I love you . . . just the way you are."
"I know," he said. I began kissing his neck as he continued to speak. "I just wish that things could have been different . . . that I had been your little girl instead of your son. That way, we could run away to some exotic country somewhere and get married, and I could . . . have your baby."
I stopped licking his neck and looked at him again. "Taylor, you are . . . the love of my life . . . like I said, I love you just the way you are." I felt sad just then. Did he not realize how much I loved him? How I thought of him every moment that he was away? I wept over him. "Taylor, I don't care about any of that. I want toâ"
"But Daddy bear," he said. "Will this always have to . . . remain hidden?"
I held onto both of his butt cheeks now and pressed my penis hard against him. We rocked back and forth between thrust after thrust after thrust. "Oh god, baby . . ." I said. We kissed, our lips wrapping around each other, sucking and slurping saliva. "Taylor, I love you . . . and I don't care . . . we will make this work . . . trust me . . . now turn around!" I smiled at him and he giggled. As he turned around I slid my hands around his body, and towards his stomach. Caressing his neck with kisses I positioned my hard cock between his butt cheeks. With one trust upwards my dick passed between the lips of his anus and up far into his ass. Taylor whelped.
"Oh Daddy!" he yelled as I thrust into him. "Daddy Daddy Sugar Daddy!"
I came, and shortly after he came too, his cum spraying away from us onto the wall of the shower in front of him. We took the rest of the shower in a kind of delightful and simple happiness which we had only ever known between each other. I washed his body and he washed mine. After soaping our bodies up we rinsed off and turned the facet to stop the water. Taylor went into the room to get dressed into his nurses uniform and he kissed me goodbye. I went downstairs to prepare some breakfast. I loved him so much!