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## Chapter 10

Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2018 14:16:36 +1000
From: Taylor Foxx <taylor.foxx.author@gmail.com>
Subject: The Mistake Text Message Part 10

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The Mistake Text Message | Part 10

Another three weeks passed before I got a text from my Dad. But unlike
before, I wasn't worried that things had come to an end, that our last act
had scared my Dad off. I can't quite put my finger on why, but I knew that
there was no going back now. I knew Dad wanted to keep going with this just
as much as I did, which meant I just had to be patient.

I also was finding a thrill in pretending that nothing strange was going on
with him in our day to day. It still tormented me, but I couldn't stop
jerking off thinking about it. How we'd greet each other in the morning and
when we got home from school and work, ask mundane questions about how each
other's day was, ignore each others for hours as we did our own things. All
the while never acknowledging that we both knew I was obsessed with his
sperm, his cock his being, and that less than a month ago he'd pissed down
my throat with no warning.

And I'll be damned if I didn't start to crave his piss, too. I'd NEVER had
a piss fetish before, never even watched porn about it. But now, I knew I
wanted to drink his urine on a regular basis. I still needed practice, but
I'm sure Dad would oblige soon.

In fact, I think he must have known how his piss had effected me. Because
suddenly, Dad was pissing with the door open, something that had been
STRICTLY against the rules in our house for as long as I could remember. I
saw him watching me, smirking, a couple times when I rushed into the
bathroom after he'd finished.

He'd always flush his piss down, but my normally neat and obsessively tidy
dad had somehow forgotten his manners and was now a full-fledged piss
splatterer. He used to yell at me for leaving the seat down, but now he did
it every time, and left droplets of his piss all over the toilet seat, the
bowl, and the floor.

I would shut the door after me, still too embarassed for some reason to
show him how hungry I was for his piss. Then I would quietly lap at his
piss, wherever it had landed, until I was sure I had got it all. I would
feel so humiliated and disgusted with myself, but also more aroused than
I'd ever been before. Thank God Dad didn't have to watch me in that lowly
state.

***

I'd started a nightly routine of watching the videos of my son slurping up
my piss from the toilet every night as I edged myself. It was pretty
obvious my son had no idea that I'd propped up a spare phone in the
bathroom - even though I didn't think I had done a good job of hiding it. I
suppose he was too focused on drinking his old man's piss than looking out
for a hidden camera.

It was great fodder for edging, but after three weeks, I was getting to the
point where I couldn't stand it. I also knew that edging myself like this
was also edging my son, in a way. I was well aware the kid had become
addicted to getting videos of me spurting loads, and due to the fact that I
was edging, I imagined he must be going a little nutty himself. Though, he
did have a very extensive library of old content to enjoy. And the payoff
would be worth it when he found out what I had planned next.

***

Finally, after three weeks, I got a text.

It was around 7pm, and I was just finishing up my homework. I felt my phone
buzz and knew immediately who it was. I'd given my dad his own unique
ringer and vibration months ago.

I tapped open to the text.

From Dad:

8:07pm: Take a shower before you go to sleep tonight.

8:09pm: And sleep naked.

8:10pm: *Picture text

8:14pm: *Video text

I intantly became rock hard. The picture and video texts were my dad
showing off his impressive tool. They were hyper close ups of his amazing
piss slit as it glistened and dripped with precum. I was drooling at the
sight.

I'd been waiting so long for this. I know it seems a bit naieve, but I
honestly didn't read too much into the text. Maybe I was struck dumb by the
site of my dad's precum, the excitement of having more time with his cock
and maybe getting that load I'd wanted. Looking back, I should have known
what was coming.

I did just as my dad wanted, though, and took a long shower before bed. It
was so hard not to jerk myself off in there, thinking of him and his
massive loads. But I managed to hold off. It took me a few hours to get to
bed later, but at some point, I managed to drift off to sleep.

***

Once I was good and hard, I got out of my bed and walked down the hall,
wearing nothing but my white socks and hard on. A few months ago, I never
would have dreamed of walking around the house naked when I knew my son was
home. Now I was heading directly to his room with a throbbing erection. How
times had changed.

My son left the door slighty open, which was perfect--it allowed me to
enter without making a sound. Inside, the windows were open, and thankfully
a bright moon made it pretty easy to see in the dark.

I looked around the familiar room, at the Mathelete trophies on my son's
desk, the old jungle decals on the wall. My son's blanket, the one I'd
recently soaked with my cum, lay discarded at the foot of the bed. How many
times had I carried my sleeping son in my arms into this room and tucked
him into bed? How many times had I pretended to chase monsters out from
under his bed?

And now, here I was, about to wake him up. I was the monster now, and I
craved his fear and awe of me. It was so fucked up, but I could already
feel the precum dripping down from my cock at the thought.

Quietly I crept over to my son's bed. He lay sound alseep on his
back. Perfect.

My son was a heavy sleeper, I knew, but still I was so careful as I climbed
onto his bed. He stirred slightly as he felt the mattress move, but he
didn't wake, even as I straddled him, placing my big, hairy knees on either
side of his arms.

I scooted forward, sitting slightly up, until I was in the exact position I
wanted. My cock dangled just above my son's left eyebrow. I watched
silently as a string of precum fell quietly onto his face. He didn't move.

I gently reached down and touched my son's chin. He still didn't wake as I
slowly pulled his mouth so it was slightly open. Then, ever so slowly, I
lowered my low-hanging nut sack, until my hairy ball sack was covering his
mouth. Then I reached forward and pitched his nose.

***

Funnily enough, I had been dreaming about my dad just before I woke up. I
was a little boy again in my dreams, and my Dad was playing a game with me
in the backyard - tag or something fun like that. I'd fallen in the dream
and hurt myself, and my dad had rushed over to pick me up. In the dream, I
remember crying as I nuzzled into his hairy chest while he held me.

But when I woke up from lack of air supply, it was a hairy chest I was
confronted with. Instead, it was my father's immaculate ball sack, and his
two large, hairy balls being pushed into my mouth.

I moaned slightly, still asleep, but in no time I took my dad's nuts into
my mouth and began to give him the best "ball job" I knew how. Once I was
awake enough to put my heart into it, he let go of my nose, and instantly I
was overcome by the wonderful musky smell of my father's crotch.

It was amazing to me how much communication had improved between my father
and I. At first, I thought we rarely spoke about the new sexual side of our
relationship because it was too awkward to bring up. Now, I understood that
most of our communication was non-verbal. I communicated in the way I
sucked him and treated his cock and balls. He communicated simply by moving
me, moving himself, or giving me a few short commands.

For example, I sensed that the ball job was coming to an end about 30
seconds before my dad popped his nuts out of my mouth. I could tell the
position was getting uncomfortable for him, and that he was growing tired
of just having his balls sucked. He communicated this well to me by
slapping me in the face with his cock as I sucked his nuts.

Soon he hopped off me and without a word sat up in my bed, holding his cock
in the air.

He didn't have to tell me twice. In no time I was gobbling his cock,
sucking it hungrily, choking myself on it as I threw myself onto my own
father. I had to fight hard not to blow my own load into my sheets, just
from the sheer excitement of being allowed to suck him with no
restrictions.

Was this it? Was he finally going to give me what I wanted all along? Was
he going to bust a fresh load in my mouth?

I heard myself moaning wildly as I stuck my tongue into his piss slit,
greedily slurping up his precum. There was so much of it - surely this
meant he was going to cum in me?

I whimpered with joy as I felt his big hand on the back of my head. Dad
began to push me up and down on his cock in a slow rhythm. I knew this
rhythm from the dozens of hours I'd spent over the last few months watching
the videos my Dad texted me. This was it. I was going to get his load!

***

I really was ready to give my son the load I'd been saving for him, the one
that he wanted so bad. As my boy gave me a really impressive blow job (he'd
learned so much so quickly), I began to think about how once I busted my
nut into his mouth, this would all change. I'd have no way to tease him, at
least not intensely. And teasing my horny, slutty son had become a major
journey in life.

No, I didn't want to cum yet. I was going to go forward with what I'd been
planning. So while my son continued to work me toward an orgasm, I began to
rub my hand down his beck, along his spine, until finally it was resting on
his ass. Then I gave his ass a hard smack.

My son stopped sucking, and I enjoyed the wet sounds as he tried to pull
off my dick. But the way I was sitting, hunched forward so I could touch
his ass, made that impossible for him, and so he just had to moan and gasp
for air around my dick as I moved my hand between his smooth ass cheeks.

"There's just one more thing you have to do for me, son," I said, as my
fingers crept down his cheeks. "You're gonna get this load in you. But not
in the way you think. Daddy wants in through the back."

I almost laughed as I heard my son's anxious, exasperated moan.

"Well.." I said. "If you don't want this load, then we can stop now. But if
he want to ever taste what I've got in those balls, then you better get
yourself in position. Daddy's gonna pop your cherry."

***

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