Chapter 3
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I did not sleep much that night, and at my usual hour I went back to the kitchen. My new object of desire, my own daddy, was already there having coffee and with his cock out. I wanted to kiss him on the cheek but he approached me to his lips and kissed my mouth. Then he asked me what I was feeling now that I had slept and if I still desired to be his slave today.
-I do, Ronnie -I told him-. I keep my promise and this afternoon I will start to do everything I told you yesterday. I still desire you, Dad, and want you to be a bastard. You must have all the pleasures you want from your incestuous son. And to start the day, I will tell you the incestuous masturbations I had last night. I jacked off three times and of course cummed three times thinking about you. So as I remember what you told me, I will take my dick out and start beating off before you and show you again my desire. Do you want me to jack you off, Dad?
-Not so far. You will have to do it this afternoon but now you are not my slave, Alan. I want to listen to your story, jack off and cum
So really red-faced, but wanking energetically, I started telling my father my masturbatory pleasures from last night.
-No sooner I entered my bed I had to start beating my meat. I was aroused as never before, remembering your hot body and smell, the taste of your shit, the incestuous words I exchanged with you. I was slowly remembering all the things I will do today and I started thinking of my schedule. I imagined myself eating naked meat balls and a glass of piss; saw myself jacking you off for the first time, making you cum. I really needed to cum as I was taking your clothes off and touched you. Next I pictured myself licking your feet and enjoying your smell, then your pits, then your arse, taking you to g-spot and finally I was giving my father a blow job and the vision of your sexy dick in my mouth was too much and I couldn't help it. I cummed for the first time.
-Good, that's number one. I'm glad it was with my cock. Go on.
-Then I imagined you doing everything in my mouth. I was your urinal, I tasted gob, snot and farts and then I imagined your exquisite shit in my mouth, which was now your toilet bowl, and as if I were savouring your poop again, I had to cum. That was number two.
-Perfect. And number three?
-I was for a while relishing your tasty puke, falling now straight in my stomach. If I had not cummed twice before I would have cummed then. I wanted to imagine what you would like to do after the end of my schedule, but I could not reach that moment. Imagining your dick in my virgin ass, fucking me hard, even giving me some pain, really welcome pain now, and finally believing it was such a great pleasure being fucked by my sexy father made me erupt unexpectedly and I shot my last load, filling the sheets with a long stream of cum. I was exhausted or I would have started a new masturbation. But thinking twice I preferred to try and sleep and be surprised today. It was hard to get some sleep but I finally managed. I so desire to give you a lot of fun today, Dad -we were both jacking off then as if there was no tomorrow, but he finally said.
-Now, we will both achieve together our first cum today. Now, Alan -he ordered. And my dick obeyed him and I could see my cum falling onto the floor at the same rhythm as that of my father.
-Now, we must go to work. I will be back at one and will prepare your lunch. I hope I see you again at two, but I will understand if you don't come back. Think twice, please Alan, or you will really have to be my slave today.
-Your slave, your toilet, your incestuous bitch. Fear not, Dad. I will be here at about two and calling you master by then.
And he kissed my mouth again with real lust and then took me to work, in his truck. I was getting horny, perceiving my father's smell in there.
That morning at work was hard as hell for me cause I was only thinking of the incestuous afternoon I would have. I did not jack off but I creamed my pants twice and I said to myself I would tell my father later. I sensed him leaving work and time was slow, very slow, it seemed never to pass. I wanted to be home with him. But finally it was time to leave work; I got a taxi and was home at twenty past two. I entered and looked for my daddy. Finally I found him in the kitchen, busy with our meat balls. Finally I could utter the words I had been all morning dreaming I would utter.
-Hello, master.
He saw me and I could see his eyes were moist, really moved that I had come back.
-Come here, slave -he told me, still crying but making no effort to conceal his feelings-, you're my slave now, but first let me give you a love kiss.
And we were tenderly kissing for ten minutes. The scent of meat balls accompanied that erotic kiss. Finally he stopped and told me.
-Now, you are my slave for the next few hours until 8 a.m. tomorrow. You can sit down. The meal will be ready in five minutes. But you must sit down without your clothes, slave. So, now you will start to obey me. Take everything off. I hope you have a boner.
I was really looking forward to that moment. Red-faced but with no hesitation I started slowly to undress. My father was attentive to the meat balls but he was riveted to my gradually naked body. Now I would be stark naked for hours for him to enjoy. I was rock hard and he really enjoyed my erection and was calm. Finally he put two dishes of meat balls on the table and two glasses. One he filled with beer for himself and soon he took his dick out and calmly started to piss in the other for me to drink. I was close to shooting my load then but I managed to hold it. When the glass was finally full, I said "this is to you, Sir", took the glass to my mouth and started drinking his delicious piss. My father told me I could empty the glass for he had been holding his piss for more than an hour and would fill it again. So I drank the whole amount of yellow liquid and soon saw he was filling it again. I told him I really wanted to drink all his piss today and he said he would be soon pissing in my mouth. So, buck naked, with a big erection, having a drink to accompany my lunch, I started to savour my meat balls. He told me, pointing at his dick.
-I hope now you know what to do with this.
Then, the climax of my arousal came when I thought I could finally please that dick due to which I was alive. Red-faced but with no hesitation I reached forward and started pumping it with my right hand as I was eating and drinking piss sometimes. My father moaned, almost yelled seeing his son really desiring the first stages of incestuously pleasing him. He made it last and could hold his orgasm longer than the time I spent in eating. He had prepared exquisite meat balls though I was hardly aware of the taste, enjoying the taste of piss more, the fact that I was jacking him off, for the first time touching my father, the fact of being stark naked with an obvious boner for him to enjoy and I was really aroused at his smell. I knew I would soon be working in every part of his body with my tongue and I almost cummed in anticipation. But I did not want to cum so far. My master had to be first. I finished my meat balls and he told me he was soon to cum. I said "take your time, Dad, and enjoy my hand. I have no hurry." But he surprised me cumming unexpectedly and moistening my hand. I had a frisson of pleasure noticing that damp bathing me. I did not hesitate and took my cummed hand to my mouth and started licking that liquid which I knew were my unborn brothers. It was the first time I tasted cum alone, not in any meal, and I really enjoyed the taste. Then, saying "thank you, Sir", I stood up and did the washing up. I was still hard and moving naked in the kitchen, knowing my father was watching me horny, made me harder. I wanted to be hard all the time, so he was calm, and I was getting it. Then I said.
-I want to see you naked, Ronnie. Can I?
-You can, slave. Hope you enjoy my naked body and desire to touch everything.
I started slowly touching everything in his face. He looked at me with so much lust and affection that I almost cried, and of course he kissed me again for minutes. But I had to see his flesh, and still kissing, I began unbuttoning his shirt. Then my hand started to enjoy touching his skin. I touched his nipples and once I had taken his shirt off, I also licked them. He allowed me and moaned and the taste of sweat there instantly made me rock hard.
-I don't care how long you take undressing me. I want you to really desire me. Everything will be ok as far as you desire me, so go on, even if it takes you an hour to undress me.
-Thank you, Dad -I suspected he preferred I called him dad when I was showing him my incestuous desires. Of course I did not forget to call him sir many times, but now dad could arouse him more than master or sir. My hand affectionately moved to his crotch and I was a long while there stroking it and making it hard. Finally I dared take his pants off and soon I pulled down his shorts, sniffing them for a couple of minutes. But I still had to take off his shoes and socks. I could perceive well the smell that would mean the beginning of my slave work later. But I implored him to let me see his arse. He stood up and turned and asked me to touch it if I wanted. Of course I did want. I knew that flawless arse had been fucked many times before but I should not fuck it. He was my master and he should be the one fucking me. I was groping his buttocks with real lust for a long while but finally I asked him please to turn again and sit down. Then I knelt on the floor, raised his left foot and sniffed. I kissed him gently and then I started to lick, but I felt the need to say.
-Congratulations for this smell, Dad. I feel wonderfully and I thank you for this humiliation.
-Forgive me, slave. But since you are my slave, you must first understand me. So listen to me carefully. You can enjoy my dirty feet and lick incestuously. But I don't know why doing what you are willing to do must be a humiliation. Imagine you had a small dick, which is not the case, and I called you littledick. Well, that really could humiliate you. We could try some humiliations later. But so far you are doing what you want, isn't it? Now imagine you are beaten to a pulp or raped by somebody. In cases like that which I read a lot in erotic stories you are the victim and you are raped, beaten and maybe forced to say a lot of things. But humiliated? If that happened to me, I would have to do whatever they order me but my thought can be my salvation. I would be the victim, but not humiliated. I think the rapist is the one who is shit and should feel the humiliation. Do you understand this, Alan?
-I understand and agree, Dad. If ever I am raped I will remember your words and feel no humiliation. I will know then I am the victim and the humiliation should be on the other side. Oh, Dad, it is so good to be your son and having the sincere desire to be your slave.
-Do you really like the taste of my stinking feet?
-I love them, Dad.
-Good, let's try now a real humiliation, slave. I wanna make your dick a ridiculous dick. It is hot and sexy, long and fat, so I don't feel like humiliating the size, it would make no sense. But I can make it ridiculous just ordering it when it should cum. Now, start to jack off and go to my right foot. You will cum when I order you to cum.
-That's perfect, Dad -I said, already in his right foot, tasting the rank smell, preparing my ridiculous dick, I really wanted it to be ridiculous and obey my father, to obey his order and feeling my balls loaded meanwhile awaiting him. The taste was delicious and I started to know anything that came from my father would be just as pleasant. I was thinking about this and enjoying its smell and I was hardly aware of my father's words: "now, you ridiculous dick, cum". I was red-faced again as I sensed my cock humiliated at the words of this wonderful man and cumming. It was my first cum being my father's slave.
-Now I will continue to control that dick of yours. Time to lick my stinking pits -he ordered-. You will like them so much that I will order your cock to cum again and you will cum.
I was surprised by the wonderful stench. I really liked the way his armpits smelled and knew I would have liked to cum with them even if he did not want to control my dick now. So, madly jacking off and abandoning myself in that glorious smell I was enjoying for the first time in my life the fact that I had both a nose and a tongue to enjoy the greatest sexual arousal I had ever had. I was proud at myself for having so easily surrendered to my father's sweetness and domination. He was a real master who knew perfectly well how to drive somebody crazy. He was making me obey him but had stated his way of understanding a master and slave relationship and I wanted to obey his common sense. I knew that with him I would always feel myself and he wanted me to enjoy just as much as he was enjoying. I wanted to keep on learning from him and meanwhile enjoying the oasis of his ripe pits. And finally his masculine voice said again: "now, you ridiculous dick, cum again." And of course I stained the floor again with a huge load.
-After two cums, are you sure you still want to please your father?
-Absolutely Sir. You have cummed only once so far; I have cummed twice. My master should be cumming all afternoon.
-So, let's go to the couch. I will lie on my stomach and hope my slave knows what to do now.
It was heaven to touch his buttocks again. It was heaven to take my tongue to his crack and start licking. He had washed his ass but now the smell, still pungent, was another discovery. It also drove me crazy and I ordered my tongue and my nose again to relish in that aroma. But the important thing was his pleasure and I really had to take him to g-spot. So I started to work in earnest and never got tired of my tongue being a tool to please that damp cave of his. I heard him moaning and saying thank you. I knew a master does not only order; he can also thank his slave and those small details showed me once and again that he knew perfectly well what he was doing. He wanted my pleasure as much as his pleasure and knowing that it was very easy to surrender to him. A slight aroma of his delicious shit could still be perceived despite the fact that he had washed his arse. And with that aroma it was easier to push my tongue deeper and drive him crazier. He farted once and asked me what I had felt. It was not a perfect smell but the very pungency of it and the surprise to know that I could swallow it with no disgust, made me even desire more farts and I told him please to go on. Minutes were passing and the longer, the more I wanted to work his pleasure in that spot. I licked his entire warm hole and reached his prostate and remained longer there hearing my father was really yelling now. In constant farts, his taste was funnier to perceive. And three quarters of an hour later I could feel he was close to erupting and my tongue increased the pace in crescendo and I could finally see him busting a huge load. His screams of pleasure, his face in that moment were indescribable and I felt proud I had finally managed to take my dad to g-spot. I allowed him to enjoy that moment. I really felt like sucking his cock now but first he should moan and yell all he wanted with that pleasant cum.
-The more I look at you, the more I like you, Ronnie Williamson. Now please, when you have recovered, tell me. I will make you cum again. Now it is the turn of your pleasure seeing your son blowing you. Just tell me when I should start, Master.
-You can give me a blowjob, now, Alan. Oh, I hope you are very sure.
-Absolutely sure, Sir. My master will keep on cumming. I am his slave. And it is so good to know you don't have to force me for your slave really wants to do everything. Now please turn, Dad.
For the first time in my life I had my tongue in some balls and I wanted to enjoy, licking and biting a bit his ball sac. I felt his cock was oozing pre-cum but I affectionately tortured him, staying in his balls a long while and making him wait, not sure that his son would give him head yet. But I was enjoying every one of my father's tastes and I wanted him sure of that fact. I continued licking his balls and teasing him. But after five minutes I started licking the entire length of my father's dick. My tongue savoured the head and I was moaning. My father's dick was dirty but in that moment I could not tell the difference between a clean and a dirty cock and the taste of my master's dick was intoxicating and delicious. I finally decided to swallow it complete and I mustered courage and told him I would like his dick in my mouth every day. I was quite sure of that fact as sure as I was that I would even like to lick his feet, pits or arse and I also told him.
-Oh, slave. You are driving me crazy. If it is really pleasant for you, keep on blowing me, please.
-You don't know how pleasant this is for me, Dad. Of course I will go on.
I started losing count of the time I was blowing him. I didn't want to finish, even though I knew I could have his sexy dick now every day. He looked at me, moaned and smiled, convinced of how pleasant it was for me to blow my father. We were in the climax of incest by then; we understood each other perfectly. I increased the tempo, my tongue swallowing his sexy rod in crescendo, savouring his sticky pre-cum. I was hard as hell the harder I could see him and I was noticing that father and son were building a new structure of delicious incest, which was ok since both of us desired it. My father then started to praise me saying I really had guts to be there blowing his father and it was so natural for me, calling me once and again you brave Alan, you are the hottest guy I have ever been with; I wish they were all as courageous as you are. His words almost made me cry and knowing my father really thought that about me drove me crazy and I guess my tongue now really became a bitch for the pleasure of such a hot man. My strong arousal also increased his arousal and without a word of warning, he really blasted in my mouth and I could perceive for the first time the bittersweet flavour of his nectar. I slurped in ecstasy as he kept on spilling rivers of cum into my mouth. After a long while, he asked me to keep my mouth in his cock for he felt like pissing. And finally I was regaled with a new warm stream of golden piss, now for the first time in my mouth down to my throat and stomach. I gulped this dirty gift with an appetite awaiting now a lot of different substances to come into my stomach. I had tasted all of them separately. Now it would be an orgy of everything together. I had just pleased my father's sexy body for the first time. Now I awaited all his dirty substances to keep on being my father's toilet.