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## Chapter 9

Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2017 10:34:42 +1100
From: Taylor Foxx <taylor.foxx.author@gmail.com>
Subject: New Chapter | Mistake Text Message Part 9 | Gay Incest

I know lots of guys have been asking for this - so here it is! Finally!
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Now...without further ado:

***

The Mistake Text Message | Part 9

My balls were still pulsating when I heard the front door open and then
slam immediately. In seconds my son's heavy footsteps were running up the
stairs. Damn, the kid could move quickly when he was motivated.

As I heard the doorknob turning, I found myself wondering how many times
this sort of scenario had played out for father's and son's around the
world. How many times had a father just finished jerking off when his nosy
son burst in on him? I'm willing to bet that in 99.99% of cases, it results
in the dad jumping up, yelling at his son to get out, scrambling to cover
himself.

But I was the .001%, for some unknown reason God had chosen that path for
me. And so, instead of trying to cover my shame, I threw my legs wider, put
a big grin on my face, and started flopping my cock back and forth, back
and forth, letting the last globlets of my cum fly.



***

I burst in the door, wincing as I hear it slam against the wall. Dad used
to yell at me for that kind of thing, but I guess he wasn't in the mood for
yelling today. In fact, he was grinning when I opened the door.

I froze in the doorway, unable to move. At this point, seeing my dad's cock
and cum wasn't exactly unusual, but the shock of it, right here in front of
me, still took my breath away. There he was, my father, grinning at me,
cock in hand, cum covering his hairy stomach and chest. Fuck, his neck and
cheek too. God he was so amazing with that cum.

I was rendered absolutely speechless, even though my stomach was
practically rumbling. Fortunately, Dad wasn't as tongue-tied.

"Go on," he said. "It's still warm. And at least you know where this load
came from."

He had a good point. I had to get over my stupor and get moving, or else I
was going to lose the chance to eat the freshest load he'd offered me yet.

Kicking off my shoes, I dove into the bed and aimed my face right for my
father's sticky crotch. But just as I was about to make contact, my face
stopped. My dad had grabbed a fistful of my hair.

"Ah, ah, ah... save the best for last. I'll tell you where to start."

***

The next 5 minutes were the most intense 5 minutes of my life. One by one,
I pointed to each of the cum splatters on my body.

Within seconds of me pointing to the big splatter under my right nipple, my
son's face was on it, lapping hungrily. The sounds he's making bring me
back to when he was little, and hadn't picked up the right table
manners. The noisy way he hate his food back then used to drive me and his
mother crazy.

Now, it was driving me crazy in a different way. The piggish grunts as he
slurped cum out of my navel. The constant "mmmm mmmmm" as he sucked a chunk
of cum out of my pubic hair.

The only moment my son hesitated was when I switched things up and pointed
to my balls.

***

By this point, I had already decided that was the best day of my life. I
know it's fucked up to say that eating my dad's cum from his hairy torso
was the best thing that had happened to me, but I guess my life is pretty
fucked up.

It was amazing, how much those globs of his sperm could affect me. As I
lapped at him, it felt almost like my spirit left my body. I felt myself
become something new - more animal than human. I was only vaguely aware of
what I was lapping at - nothing phased me, not his armpits or his thighs.

But when he pointed to his balls, my heart nearly stopped. Now, for the
first time, my faher was actually giving me permission to lick a part of
his anatomy. I know it sounds silly, but being able to lap at his
cum-coated ballsack was a big step in our relationship.

But then my whore side took over, and I dived face first, immediately
taking the entirety of his ballsack into my mouth and sucking like I never
sucked before.

"Woaahhhh there," I heard him moan, but it must have been more out of
surprise than anything else, because he didn't remove his ballsack from my
lips. Instead, he adjusted himself so that his balls could easily fit into
my mouth while I sucked them clean.



Of course, the taste of the cum coating his ballsack was the best part. But
given that my dad's testicles filled my whole mouth, breathing through my
nose became almost as enjoyable as the act of eating my old man's sperm.

I was thankful my dad couldn't see my eyes as the rolled back into my head
involuntarily, the smell of his sweaty under-sack making my head spin with
pleasure. Fuck, what had I become?

***

I look back over my shoulder to see my son's eyes roll back in his
head. Fuck, what has he become?

It was very fun watching my son suck my nutsack like a kitten sucking a
tit, but I was well aware that he'd cleaned off any sperm that was
there. This wasn't about my son giving me a ball-job - this was about him
cleaning up my cum. And there was only one place left.

I pulled back, popping my nuts out of his mouth with a satisfying pop, and
pressed my palm to his forehead to sit him up a little. I tried not to
laugh at the two wiry pubic hairs stuck to his bottom lip.

"Ok, buddy. Looks like you got almost all your reward. Except for..."

WIth the last bit of my hard-on fading, I managed to pulse my cock slightly
so that it slapped, wetly, on my thigh. I was only about half hard now, but
the boy still got the point. He looked at me, hunger and anxiety mixed in
his eyes.

"You ready for it? Ready to suck your old man's cock clean?"

He nodded slowly. Then managed to say, quietly, "Please, dad. Let me clean
you."

I smiled, sighed, and laid back, hands behind my head. Soon enough, I heard
the snorting noise, and felt the sensation. It was happening.

***

It was happening! His cock - my father's cock - was finally in my mouth!
And the best part was, it was covered in cum!

Sure, it would have been a million times better if the cum was warm and
spurting out of the piss slit, but I would take what I could get.

I felt like I wanted to cry - or cum- but I didn't dare do either for fear
that it would stop this from happening. So instead I focused on my
technique, alternating from his taking entire semi-hard cock into my mouth,
to sucking furiously at the head, to licking up and down the shaft and
around the base. There was no part of my dad's cock that didn't enter my
mouth at some point, and the thought of that alone made me feel like I
could die happy.

Finally my dad stopped me at one point when I had just his fat cock head in
my mouth. Like a dog with its bone, I looked up at him with eyes that
begged, pleased for him to let me keep going.

But he said, "Hold it there, kiddo. Don't move. Now...I think you got me
clean. Which means your reward is done. But... if you like, we can move on
to your next challenge."

I moaned slightly around his cock - and somehow he understood me.

"I know. You really wanna suck your dad's fresh load. And you will -
soon. There are only a couple more challenges to go. Now, do you want to do
one right now, or wait a few days?"

I moaned again this time, and somehow he again understood.

"All right," he said, never breaking eye contact with me. "Now, I know you
want what I've got in my cock. You've made it abundantly clear that the
thing you crave most in life is the sperm your dad has in his balls. But I
still don't think you're quite ready."

Another involuntary whimper from me.

"No, father knows best. See, kid, as you know, your old man is a big
cummer. We're talking epic sized loads. That's part of what's got you
hooked on me, isn't it? Yeah, it is, slut. And since you're so new to all
this, I just can't imagine a boy like you can handle the volume of cum I've
got."

I shook my head violently. I knew, in my heart, I could handle whatever he
gave me.

"All right. Well there is a way to test. And we're gonna
test...right...ugh...now..."

Before my cock-filled brain could figure out what my dad meant, I felt
it. The first squirt...

Immediately I knew it wasn't cum. It was too wet, too salty, too
potent. Fuck. Was this really happening?

***

To be honest, I couldn't believe he didn't pull off me right then, after
that first squirt. Was this really happening? Was my son really going to
tolerate yet another level of humiliation? Time to find out.

"Swallow," I commanded.

I watched my son's eyes carefully. I could see disgust there, sure, anger,
surprise - all of it. But I also saw something else - his throat muscles
move, and my piss go down his gullet. Shit. This really was happening.

"That was just the start, boy," I said. "If you wanna pass this challenge
and get closer to my cum, you're gonna have to take it all. In
three...two...one..."

Before my son could really panic and pull off, I let go, and I felt the
warm stream of piss I'd been storing up come cascading out of my cock. I
waited for the inevitable burst of liquid and coughing fit from my
son... but it didn't come.

Instead, I watched in amazement as my boy, eyes shut tightly, face pale,
managed to swallow gulp after gulp of my piss. It was a long piss, and I
had time to wonder how many men had done this with their actual sons? How
many fathers had fed a load of piss to their cock-starved kid? My guess
would be only a handful over the course of human history. God, it made me
feel so powerful.

***

It was hard, but I did it. I shut my eyes and imagined what my dad had said
- about his gargantuan load. I somehow managed to think of his steamy, warm
piss as just a giant load - and that made it a lot easier to swallow.

Of course, a big part of my brain was screaming at me to stop, to gag, to
spit up, to pull away. But over the last few months, the part of my brain
that hungers for my dad's sperm has taken over the control center, and so I
stayed there, swallowing what seemed like several gallons of the recycled
water, beer, and whatever else my dad had drank that day. Fuck, I was
really in over my head.

Finally, I felt my dad's piss trickle to a stop, and I used my tongue to
push the last few squirts down my throat. I looked up at him, finally
opening my eyes, to see him staring down at me, his phone out, recording
the whole thing.

Without even mentioning it, he put the phone down. "Save that one fore
later," he said, still smiling.

"Oh, right...  you probably are waiting for me to say you're done. Ok,
you're done. You can pull off. Run along now, boy. I'll text you some time
soon."



THE END (for now)

