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## Chapter 1

Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2015 21:10:04 +1100
From: Taylor Foxx <taylor.foxx.author@gmail.com>
Subject: The Mistake Text Mesage (incest)

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The Mistake Text Message

Son

Everything changed for me during the third period of that school year. It
was a free class, and me and a few of my friends were studying for an
upcoming science test when my phone went off. It was the Darth Vader theme
- the one I'd reserved for my dad. Fitting, since he'd been such a hardass
ever since he and Mom split up.

I looked at the screen and realized it was a video text. Odd - I had to
show my dad just two weeks ago how to use the camera on his phone. No way
he meant to send me a video text-he probably just pressed the wrong buttons
when trying to text me. He was notoriously bad with technology.

I tapped on the message, and that's when I saw it. That was the moment when
I saw my own father's cock, my own father's cum. With no warning and no
time to prepare, I witnessed my dad in the throes of what appeared to be a
very intense and powerful orgasm. And that's when it all changed-as I
watched my gooey siblings fly out of my dad's cock head and onto his face,
I became a complete and total fathersexual. Just four seconds before
(that's how long the damned thing is - four seconds to change everything),
I had been a normal, straight teenager. A bit nerdy, sure, and probably not
as athletic as my dad would like, but I was indeed only into women.

But now, thanks to my dad's mistake, I am only attracted to one person on
the entire planet - my father. There's no getting around it.

Thankfully at the time my headphones had been plugged into my phone, so no
one heard the grunts and groans that accompanied the video. I was able to
quickly darken the screen and told my friends I had to go call my Dad back.

But of course I didn't call him back. Outside the room where we'd been
studying, I almost started hyperventilating. What should I do? What if my
dad brought this up? Had he even realized he'd sent it to me? Somewhere, in
the back of my head, a voice asked if perhaps he had sent it on
purpose. But I knew that was too ridiculous a thought to entertain.

My mini panic attack didn't last long, because I absolutely had to get to
the bathroom. I bolted down the hallway, ignoring two teachers yelling at
me to slow down, and hurried into the first open stall I found in the boy's
rest room. My cock, which was already rock hard, was out in seconds, and I
quickly pulled open the video message again as I started to stroke myself.

I got through three loops of the video before I was cumming with my Dad -
then I shot my first load. Normally, after I cum, I stop jerking off and
feel even a bit guilty or kinda grossed out with myself. That's from
watching normal straight porn - you would think that me revulsion would be
even worse after having a hurried, desperate orgasm while watching a
closeup of my father's cock squirting thick jizz, while listening to his
heavy breathy and deep growling grunts, but no, you'd be wrong. I just kept
going, using the jizz to lube up my still hard cock. I had two more orgasms
before I managed to make it out of that toilet.

Over the next few days, I memorized everything about that video. I spent
hours late at night, examining the few inches of his cock visible in the
video. I got to know his slit, the two cleaves of his cock head, his
delicious frenulum.

I could easily tell you the details of the sperm shooting out of him -
where each of it lands and how his body movies with each expulsion, which
parts look thicker and creamier than others. Thank god for pause and
slow-mo.

I even would take risks, pulling out the video on the school bus or when
Dad was in the same room, because my desperation to study my father's
mid-orgasm facial expressions outweighed any dangers of being caught. I had
to watch it all the time - it was my ultimate obsession.

After a few weeks, though, I realized it wasn't enough. I needed more. I
needed to see more than just the first spurt - I needed to see my Dad go
through a FULL orgasm from start to finish. I needed to see his cock from
every single angle and vantage point. And I needed to know why he sent me
the text message, and if he knew he did.

The second issue seemed really daunting, but I could at least do my best to
find more pictures and videos of my dad, if they were out there. And so I
set out to do something I never would have thought I would do - I started
to hack my father's electronics.

Father

I didn't realize what I had done until about four hours later, when I
checked my texts to see why Heather hadn't responded yet. She was a horny
woman, and always got back to my dirty texts quickly.

That's when I discovered my stupid mistake-as soon as I saw my Son's name
in the archives of my recent text messages, with the .gif I'd created, my
heart sank. I could tell he'd read and received it-the little check mark
was there, staring back at me. My son, my own son, had received a text
message of his old man squirting jizz! In the middle of the day no less. Oh
god, how would my relationship with him ever be the same?

But even more shocking and embarrassing than that blunder was how much the
idea of accidentally sexting my son was turning me on. Only a few minutes
after I realized what I had done and I found myself jerking off yet again
in my bed room (though this time I held off of recording my load, even
though it was about twice as big as the one my son had seen).

Usually when I cum while thinking about something kinky or unsavory, I can
shake off the "come down" pretty quickly. But for some reason, this come
down was affecting me differently - it was making me angry. Don't ask me
why, but it was making me angry at my son.

He'd been the one teaching me to make recordings and send text messages and
back up my computer and all that other nerdy shit I don't understand. He
should have done a better job teaching me. It started to feel like it was
his fault that I sent my squirting jizz to him, not mine. In the back of my
mind I knew that was crazy logic, but that's how it felt.

Call it fatherly intuition, but over time a suspicion grew in me. I began
to suspect that my son had not only received and watched the .gif, but that
he had enjoyed it. He never brought i tup, thankfully - that would have
been unbearable. But something about the way he looked at me, the way he
acted around me. I mean, he'd always been timid around me. We're so
different - he's a total bookworm computer nerd, and I'm more of a sports
watcher and beer drinker and weight lifter. But his timid look had
something else tucked into it, something that looked an awful lot like
hunger. And I don't mean for food.

My suspicions were confirmed, however, a few weeks later when I logged into
my hard drive to reorganize some of my dirty pics. Sure enough, I could
tell someone had been messing around in there. in fact, my son was the one
who showed me how to track what had been accessed when, and how to sniff
out the subtle signs that someone had been messing with my shit. THat was
one thing I had paid attention to at least, while he'd been yammering on
about privacy and safety.

He didn't do a good job covering his tracks, but I suspect that was
probably a subconscious choice. I think he wanted to be caught, which is
why I decided to test the theory.

Right there in our computer room, I pulled out my thick meat. I didn't have
to work to make it hard - it was already raring to go. I put my phone
between my legs and took a quick snap - the first one was glorious
enough. then again, it's hard to get a bad shot of me when my cock is
out. My dick just makes my whole being photogenic. I'm sure my son could
tell you more about that if you asked him.

I decided to keep it dry this time - I wanted to know how my son would
react to just a shot of my dick. But I had to do something to make this one
different -after all, who knew how many of my naked selfies my son had
pilfered when he broke into my stuff.

So this time, I decided I'd include a bit of a message for my kid. Nothing
too crazy. Underneath the stellar shot of his creator's cock, my son would
read the words:

"Is this what you were looking for, kid?"

Son



After the firs two, the videos started coming on a regular basis. I was
amazed - but not surprised - that my dad came so frequently. I mean, he's a
stud of a man so it makes sense, but honestly, sometimes I felt like my
phone was constantly buzzing with video text alerts.

He didn't often mention me - really only once or twice after that first
time. I think we both developed a very serious and specific fetish thanks
to his original mistaken message - we now both were obsessed with him
getting off in front of my eyes 'by accident.'

The variety of the videos was also stunning. Dad had a lot to show off
about, and he clearly enjoyed doing it. Maybe I'm reading into it too much,
but each video seemed like it has a purpose - like Dad wanted me to learn
something. Sometimes he'd show me how quick he could get off in a public
bathroom-even his work bathroom, to prove he could squirt out a load at a
moments notice. Other times the videos took hours to upload because he
wanted to demonstrate how big his loads got if he edged himself.

Sometimes he'd squirt his load into his hands, or right onto the lens of
his phone, so that I could have an up-close-and-personal look at his cum -
that was pure torture. I wanted it on me, in me so badly, having it on the
other side of a screen was hell, and I'd even gone so low as licking my
phone out of desperation.

Hands-free videos like this one were really common. Dad was so impressive
when he did that - his cock was powerful enough to clean out his balls just
by him thinking about it and thrusting his hips. My cock could never do
that.

I have a nice cock, but each time I got these videos, I started to feel a
bit more convinced that my own cock was pretty pointless. I would squeeze
out loads every time I got a video - usually two or three times in one
sitting if it was a new one. Hell, I was cumming at least three times as
much as my dad was, unless there were times when he jerked off without
sending it to me. But somehow I got the feeling that wasn't the case.

At home, when we were together, things were even more unbearable. Since it
was only the two of us in the house, Dad was pretty much impossible to
avoid. But he was SO GOOD at acting like nothing was happening - there was
no look in his eye, no subtle grin, not even a grabbing of his crotch. I've
always felt intimidated by my dad, but it got so much worse after the
videos started. I tried hard to follow suit and play it cool, but I know my
lust for him was written all over my face - and my boners around him were
constant.

We went on like that for month after torturous month, until I had four hard
drives filled with paternal cum shot videos. I even took a tutorial on
editing software to make myself a cumpilation.

But then, things changed very suddenly one day, after I got home from
hanging out with friends. Dad wasn't home - not unusual for him, since he
often was out at bars picking up women. It was late, so I went up to my
room and started to get changed. As soon as I walked into my room, I had a
feeling someone had been in there - and my cock must have known it wad Dad,
because I instantly got hard.

Nothing looking out of place, so I continued to get undressed and ready for
bed. As I started to put my clothes away, I got an insane shock - when I
pulled open my underwear drawer, all of it was gone. ALL OF IT. But the
drawer wasn't empty. No.

It was filled with my father's underwear. His white briefs, his black jock
straps, his old ratty blue boxers. I dove in immediately, didn't even give
it a second thought, and I felt my cock jump when I realized these weren't
just his undies-these were his dirty undies.

Despite my desperate search, I didn't find any undies coated in what I
wanted most - some jizz. I did find some crusty stuff on one pair of
briefs, and I ate it quickly - but there wasn't enough for me to really
determine what it was.

I was almost in tears, but I knew I had to get off. So I pulled the drawer
out, emptied all of my dad's sweaty, piss-stained undies onto my bed,
crawled into them like they were a pile of leaves, and got myself off six
times before I passed out.



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