Editor's Note: this story contains gay male content.
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God, I could taste myself on my son's lips and skilled tongue. I can't believe I am kissing him; that I have come in him twice now, once in his pink hungry rosebud ass and again in his hot silken mouth. The sexy bitch drank my cum like it was liquid from the Fountain of Youth, and he did it so damned beautifully.
I would be lying if I said that I haven't realized what a perfectly formed man my debauched son had grown up to be. Everything about him appealed to me. In the past few months, I have often caught myself eyeing the tender flesh of his slender pale neck, imagining licking and sucking at it without ever breaking the precious skin for blood, though I wanted that too. I liked that he was lean but svelte, built like a graceful swimmer. Then there were his hands, slim and soft with long elegant fingers...Oh how I had imagined them just as they were today, wrapped around and stroking my cock. And speaking of wrapped around my cock, I can't even count the numerous times I had to step way to "take care of business" those weeks he and I made his birthday party plans because my dick shot unbearably hard watching him speak and moisten his lips with the pointy tip of his pink tongue. Now knowing what his mouth was capable of, my fantasies had not done his plush full pink lips (now red and swollen from my attentions) or his agile tongue any justice. I had never cum so quickly in another's mouth since a village girl back centuries ago, in my human days, sucked me off the first few times.
Erin was delicately graceful, the picture of innocence and nearly angelic in appearance, he was so fair. It was exactly those features that attracted me the most about him physically, but it was simply he, the man, that filled my head with only thoughts of him. Though angel-like in appearance, he was anything but. He had a mischievous sense of humor, quick witty tongue, and the devil's temper...quite a spoiled brat really. But to make up for character flaws, he is also one of the most cheerful beings I have ever encountered, always ready for a laugh and to make others laugh. He was like the warmth and sunlight I found him bathed in today, something I can no longer experience with my affliction. And though he did often want his way he had no trouble conceding if the situation called for it. In other words, I utterly adore my son, faults and all. Even when he throw tantrums and take advantage of me by manipulating me to do his bidding like he had done today.
I was kissing him less urgently now, my hands cupping his soft face and tilting it up to meet the slow insistent strokes of my tongue. His tongue curled around mine, exploring me too. If I had a heartbeat, it would be pounding in my chest right about now. We were both breathing hard and occasionally moaning in pleasure. My lust-filled haze now sated, I wanted to thoroughly explore my boy's body. I wanted to learn their planes. His likes and dislikes, and show him all of mine.
I slid both hands from his face down his throat. He moaned and sucked my tongue into his mouth. I let him, my hardened cock, which hadn't flagged since I walked into the room, gave a little jump and I kissed him a little harder our mouths pressing almost painfully together.
My hands continued their leisure exploration, over his collarbones and shoulders, down his arms to his fingertip and back up the inner, soft, tender skin of his warm arms. He melted into me, arms coming up around my neck, his flat subtly carved six-pack abs pressing my hard cock between us deliciously, and I could feel his straining, copiously leaking cock on my left hip.
I growled and skimmed the back of my fingers down his sides, feeling every ridge of his rib bones and strong muscles of his slender waist, where I rested my hands now. Pulling away, I took in his beautiful face. His eyes were still closed and his long blonde lashes were fluttering prettily against his pinked cheeks, endearingly blotchy though they were. And his red plump lips were still slightly parted where soft inhalations and exhalations escaped with every breath. I couldn't help but laugh a little and his eyes opened, with a slow graceful lift of those lids, and that pair of brilliantly glowing gold eyes of his immediately found mine. One corner of his lips curled into an embarrassed shy smile and I had to restrain from telling him how devastatingly beautiful I thought he was again. Instead, I lifted a hand, traced his lips with my fingertip, and then brushed the back of my fingers over his heated cheeks. All the while I felt his eyes thoroughly examining my face as I had just done to him.
My brows must have knit together in a pained expression, because he brought the pad of his index and middle finger to rub gently at the space between my eyebrows, until I felt my whole face relax.
"Any regrets?" He asked still smiling, but I saw a look of vulnerability in his eyes.
I shook my head "no" in answer and he smiled a soft REAL sort of smile up at me. There was no hint of mischief or underlying meaning behind it, just a upward curling of his lips that conveyed true content and happiness, that I cannot ever recall seeing on his face. I had put it there. My chest felt tight and unable to contain the range of positive emotions that came with that knowledge.
"You?" I asked, not even close to hiding my own vulnerability.
A playful expression suffused his face, his straight white teeth and small little fangs, showing with his toothy grin. God in heavens! It almost jump-started my still heart.
"None at all." then he gave a shrug, and looked up at me with slightly lowered head. It was a smokey come-hither look through heavy lashes, and his body shifted so that it was I who had the bed at my back.
"Only that I did not get your huge cock in me sooner." He said with a sultry growl just before his hands slid from the back of my neck to my shoulders and down to my chest.
I watched him breathlessly, completely seduced by him. And when he leaned up on his toes to give me a whisper of a kiss at the spot where my jaw meets my ear, my hands gripped his waist hard, and I rolled my hip so that my insatiable cock slid up along his stomach.
"Up on the bed, please Papa?" He whispered, and I could hear the laughter in his voice.
I gave him a hard kiss, needing another taste of him before I planted my hands on the bed behind me and hopped on effortlessly.
"Middle of the bed Papa." he told me.
I scooted up the big bed and watched him clamber up after me, his pale body glowing in the orangey yellow torchlights, a sight almost as beautiful as his body glowing white and his golden hair a halo on his head in the brilliant morning sunlight, stark against my silky crimson sheets beneath him. That memory would be vividly burned into my memory for all eternity.
Erin crawled forward like a limber stalking cat. He was on all fours, his back arching and dipping fluidly with his movements as he drew closer and closer to me. I cupped a hand over the underside of my heavy hard cock, which was lying on my stomach, and started rubbing. He stopped and watched me, licking his lips absently. "He's missing your mouth, love."
He crawled between my legs at my words and lovingly took my rigid cock from me. He gave it a couple of strokes and then with both hands held my cock at the base so it stood straight up. Everything seemingly forgotten except for my cock, he appraised it like a newly found lost treasure, before giving the tip a soft kiss with only the press of lips at first. Then he started really kissing it, French kissing my cock like it could kiss back, drooling and moaning all over it.
My son was a complete fiend for my cock, my clouded brain thought
Then had my cock in his mouth, sucking, and swirling his wet tongue.
"That's it, baby. Suck daddy's cock like a lollipop, you cock starved whore."
He liked it when I spoke to him that way, if the enthusiastic bobbing of his head meant anything. He licked and kissed and sucked up and down my thick ten inches of cock, coating it in his saliva, and every time a big bead of precum appeared at the tip he hurriedly and greedily lapped it up like his precious prize. When my cock was shiny with his spit, he pulled away for long enough to take a deep breath, and then my cock was in his mouth again. This time though he kept lowering and lowering his mouth on my cock. When my tip met resistance at the back of his throat he adjusted himself and suddenly his throat passage opened up and he slid my cock down his gullet in a slow glide. Then, puffing breaths out of his nose he kept swallowing and coughing and swallowing and gagging and swallowing, making me roar out in heady pleasure watching him take inch after inch of my cock in his tight flexing throat canal. Doing the impossible, he took me to the hilt, and then I was bucking as the most blinding pleasure rippled throughout my body. It was only for a second before he was slowly pulling off my cock in the longest withdrawal I have ever witnessed as ten inches of my cock reappeared from out of his mouth.
He took rasping harsh breaths, his face reddened from suffocating himself with my cock and then he did it again, holding my hips down to keep me from doing him real damage. I was so close to coming, but I wanted my jizz up his ass pussy again when I did, so I forcefully pulled his throat and mouth off my cock with a nasty wet popping sound. He looked sex dazed and probably light headed from cutting off his own air supply.
I gripped him under his arms and dragged him easily up my body to sit his bottom on my cock.
"You're amazing, sweetheart." I rasped against his lips before thoroughly kissing him.
His hands gripped painfully in my hair as I started flexing my hips, so that my cock, wet from his mind-blowing blowjob, was rubbing between his ass cheeks.
"Papa, I want your cock, please?" He sounded near tears, and I knew the feeling.
I gripped him by the hips and lifted him high, waiting impatient seconds as he fumbled behind him for my cock and lined it up to his loosened, but far from loose pussy.
