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## Chapter 4

Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2016 08:00:46 +1100
From: Taylor Foxx <taylor.foxx.author@gmail.com>
Subject: The Mistake Text Message Part 4

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I hurried back to the room, leaving a trail of ice cubes behind me as I
padded down the hall. All of my exhaustion from a full day of hiking (not
to mention the even more exhausting act of trying not to stare at his cock)
was forgotten as soon as my dad told me to leave the room.

I knew what was up. I knew what point his cock was at. I'd been watching it
as subtly as I could all day. I saw it go from its normal morning hardness
to its red-rage over and over throughout the day, and watched as my father
artfully backed off and allowed himself to fall back from the edge. That
had happened 28 times over the course of the day.

I saw the oozing, cleary, stick precum that he produced. I'd seen it so
many times, I could tell this wasn't his normla drooling. It was the type
of precum that only shows up when my dad has decided he is going to bust
this time.

And I knew, once he ordered me out of the room, that I had about 25 seconds
at the most to get down the hall, get the ice, and get back to the room
before I missed the show.

Even as I left, I knew it was hopeless. 25 seconds just wasn't enough, and
in all honesty, I knew he would probably cum in under 10. But I still ran
harder than I've ever ran in my life.

Still, my heart sank when I walked into the room I, smelled it.

That smell. The smell that was simultaneously my absolute favorite smell in
the world, and also the smell that filled me with intense dread. There was
no mistaking it. My dad's sperm had left his balls, left his shaft, left
his piss slit, and now mingled with the stale air on our stuffy hotel room.

Next, I heard it. As I moved through the small hallway in the room, I heard
the sound of it. Splatters on cloth. I hadn't missed it entirely. He was
still going, spraying down the only bed sheets in the room.

I was just about to turn the corner, to perhaps see the last squirt or
final ooze coming out of him, when his voice made me freeze.

"Did you get the ice?"

"D-Dad?" I said as I took a step forward.

And then, the room was thrown into darkness.

"I'm too tired for that drink after all. Just hop into bed and let's go to
sleep."

Then, I heard the unmistakable sound of my dad rolling over.

My eyes started to water, and I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I was so
embarassed, and angry, and upset that I had missed the chance to see my
dad's cum.

I stood there for a long time in the darkness, listening to the sound of my
father sleeping. He had passesd out almost instantly. It made it even worse
that he was so relaxed that he could fall asleep so quickly. I knew I had a
long night ahead of me.

I finally snapped out of my trance when the ice in the bucket
shifted. Suddenly I realized how cold I was, and I stumbled forward slowly,
until I felt the dresser and put down the ice.

Then I felt my way along the bottom of the bed to my side. At this point, I
was trembling. I knew my dad had cum on the sheets, but I didn't know how
much. Perhpas I would be lucky.

I pulled back the top sheet and leaned forward, still completely blind in
the darkness. I inhaled, not deeply like you might thing, but in short,
small sniffs. I knew from experience that snuffling like that made it
easier to find his cum. It also made me feel like a dog, which didn't help
with the humiliation factor. But I did what I had to do.

Yes, he had definitley cum there. But as I put my hands up to feel, there
were wet spots, but not, as I had hoped, a glob or two of my father's sperm
that hadn't settled into the sheets. It must have been some of his more
watery shots that he has when he shoots for a long time.

Still, I didn't even hesitate to start lapping and sucking at those
sheets. I started to cry again as I listened to my father snoring,
completely deaf to the fact that I was sucking on hotel sheets to extract
any jizz I could.

When I'd sucked out every thing I could, I stripped naked slowly and
crawled into bed. I was shivering, because my sheets were now soaking with
my saliva. I didn't dare put clothes on, because I wanted to be fully naked
as I slept whatever few particles of my father's cum was left. Maybe I
could absorb it into my skin...



We were back in the woods, in the middle of the day. The forest looked
different--the trees were shorter and all bare, and as I walked, the grew
sparser and sparser.

The dirt beneath my feet was growing sandy, too, and soon I found myself
not in a forest at all, but in a red dessert, with rolling sandunes and a
scorchingly hot sun.

Two thoughts suddenly came over my: First, I realised I was totally
naked. Then, I realised that I had lost track of Dad on this strange hike,
and had no idea where he was.

As I stumbled around in the dream, I began to call out for him. I walked
for what felt like a long time, growing hotter and thirstier, my throat dry
from calling out his name.

And then I saw him. On a sand dune that was nearly on the horizon. But I
could see him, standing there, fully naked as well, and jerking his cock.

I began to run. It was hard work, my feet slipping in the sand, moving up
and down the dunes. I would stop to breathe as I got closer, and when I
looked up, it seemed like dad was still as far away as he had been when I
started.

Finally I crested the tallest dune, and I knew my dad was just on the other
side. When I got to the top, I looked down, and there he was. It was like
seeing an oasis, but instead of a cooling pool and a palm tree, I saw my
dad, lying on our hotel bed, jerking his large dick with both hands.

"I'm gonna cum, boy," I heard him say.

"No!" I cried out, and leaped for him. I tumbled down the sand, over and
over, spinning. The sand fell away, until I was falling into darkness, then
floating...then...

I sniffled as I woke up. Something had pulled me out of my dream...a
smell. I opened my eyes, but the room was in complete darkness.

Then I felt it. Heat, on my face.

I know this is an odd thing to say, but I could tell it was body heat. It
was somehow hotter, muggier than heat from a different source. I could feel
it almost radiating, right on my face.

And then it hit me. The heat...the smell. That smell I knew so well. It
wasn't just the cum drying on the sheets around me. It was him.

Coming more awake, I could feel the pressure on either side of my
shoulders. Him. He was kneeling over me.

I could now hear him breathing, and I had to do everything in my power to
not move an inch. I knew what must be dangling over my face, and the urge
to reach up, to grab my father's cock, was so overwhelming it almost broke
me. But still, I was too terrified to move. I felt powerless.

Dad shifted a bit, and I felt something soft and tickly just barely graze
my chin. I knew instantly what it was...the nutsack containing my father's
balls had just touched my face. My cock bobbed under the sheets at this
thought.

"You want it..." he whispered.

I could hear my heart pounding.

"Say it..." he said again.

I couldn't breathe.

"Tell me." He said it again, more firmly, and again I felt the soft,
delicate feeling of his balls on my chin. But they didn't' move away this
time. Now, my father allowed the bottom of his ball sack to stay there,
gently. Perhaps he knew that would make me speak, because suddenly I heard
myself say...



"Yes, dad. I want it."

He breathed in deeply through his nose, and I thought I caught the white
flash of his teeth in the darkness. He was enjoying this; though I could
have gathered that from the heat of his cock as I could sense it dangling
just inches from my face.

"What do you want? Say it."

"Your cum, Dad. Your jizz." This time I said it in a louder voice. It felt
like I was programmed to say it, like I had been living my life to say that
to him.

There was a pause. Then I said, firmly, "I need your cum, Dad."

Right on cue, it happened. I felt one wet droplet on my upper lip, just
underneath the indent underneath my nose.

I'm embarassed to say that the tiny droplet of precum my father had dripped
on my lips, directly from his cock, only spent about a millisecond in the
fresh air before I'd ingested it.

I'm even more embarassed to say that I made a sound not unlike a dog
snatching a treat from its owners' hand a second too early. The darkness
and silence in the tiny room only made it that much louder.

But I'll admit, just that tiny bit of my father's pre-fuck juice filled me
with a feeling of such relief and elation, I think I may have blacked out
for a moment. Or perhaps time slowed down, so that the moment I still had
his taste in my mouth lasted forever.

Except it didn't. Just as quickly, I realised that my source had dried
up. I openn my mouth, and made another embarassing "eh-eh" kinda of
whinging sound. It sounded stupid even to me, and yet I did it without
thinking.

Dad found humour in this. I again saw the flash of his white teeth in the
dark. Even though I couldn't see his face, it had never been clearer to me
just how much my father enjoyed seeing me get worked up about his cock
juice.

Then, suddenly, I felt my father's hand come down over my face, hard. His
hand landed across my mouth and nose, and suddenly, I couldn't breath.

My dad pulled his hand away, but still my airways were cut off. That's when
I realised that my father had just put duct tape.

I felt my eyes start to bulge out. You'd think I'd be worried that I was
going to suffocate, and I'll admit, that thought was in my head. But even
more so, I began to panic, because my father started to jerk his
cock. Harder. Faster. With sincerity.

I started to struggle under him. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't do
this to me!

Suddenly, the light flicked on. The light shining behind my father's cock
made it look insanely beautiful. My eyes began to dimmer, and I honestly
knew I was seeing god above me.

Time slowed down again as the first cum shot began to erupt. I knew exactly
what was coming. Dad was a false shooter after he'd been edging for a
while. His second load after edging was always more intense than his
first. I'd studied it enough to know all about it.

I knew that first white drop of cum emerging from the cockhead above me
would just be a few fast, watery shots before the real jizz started in
earnest.

All of it, the substance I was most obsessed about, was about to cover my
face.

And yet, every single opportunity for me to ingest and absorb that cum was
currently sealed by duct tape.

I couldn't tell if the first thing to hit my cheek was a tear or...