1. Deflowering my Son


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Gay, Incest, Young, Author: Muffin button, Rating: 76.9, Source: sexstories.com

    I put the last of his boxes in the car, and slammed the door. I let out a sigh and tossed my son the keys. “Good luck,” I told him as we hugged. My wife and I held hands as he got in the car to leave for college. He was twenty years old and leaving home to start a new life. “Thanks, dad,” he told me as he closed the driver’s side door to back out of the driveway. We stayed and watched until he was out of sight. We had faith that he would succeed in his studies and come back to us, but it was still hard to see him go. We had become so accustomed to having him around it was hard to imagine life without him. Especially for me. I was pretty sure my wife and I were both recalling fond memories of our son, but I was certain my memories were more than a little different from hers. They had a good relationship, but the one I had with him was more uncommon. While her memories were likely taking place in the park and backyard, mine were taking place in his bedroom. My wife had no idea these events had occurred, but I was very fond of them, and looking forward to making more when he came home. My wife and I went inside, and I thought back to twelve years ago, when my son and I started making our memories. I hadn't intended to do anything with him. In fact, up until that point, I had been a man who hated anything to do with homosexual relationships, and a proud supporter of death for anyone who touched children. I had thought children were innocent beings who had no concept of ...
    sexuality. Then, one day, I walked into my son’s room to tell him to shut off his computer. What I saw made my jaw hit the floor. He was on the internet, watching videos of gay porn. He had his little child rod in his hand, and he clearly knew how to work it. I was stunned into silence. I stood there in his doorway, staring at him holding his penis while an older man fucked a teenage boy in the ass on his computer screen. I finally managed to get out the words to tell him to go to bed. The sight of my eight year old son jerking off to fag porn disturbed me all night. Every time I did manage to get to sleep, my dreams were haunted by images of my boy sucking dick. That wasn't nearly as bad as what happened in the morning. I was awakened by ejaculation. I had a wet dream about my son sucking a dick, and not just any dick, it had been mine. I was disgusted with myself. How could I even think of doing something like that to a child? Especially my own? I was a triple disgrace. Not only had I dreamt of perverting a child, but it was also my own child, and a boy. Gay, incest, and pedo, three things I always despised. My mind was changed a few minutes later, though. After I had finished chastising myself, I went to wake the boy up. I opened his bedroom door and walked in. My son was in bed completely naked. It wasn’t the first time I had seen him naked, but it was the first time I had seen his tiny pecker after a night of dreaming about it. I stood there breathing hard for a moment, and then ...
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