An Afternoon Fishing
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After proofing Chapter 2 and making a few alterations, I took a deep breath, attached it to a brief email, and mailed it off to Dad.
It took about a week before his reply found its way into my email inbox. My heart (and cock) leapt seeing the message waiting for me one afternoon with an attachment of its own.
“Nice work, Charlie!” he began. “A little on the tame side, but you’re building up the story nicely. I especially liked how you had Charlie catch Dad and Mom in the act when he called. I remember something like that actually happening one time when you called one morning from college. If I’d have known how much of a perv you were then, I would definitely have given you the play-by-play at the time ;)”
I smiled, satisfied that the fiction I was weaving had some link with reality.
“Anyway,” he continued, “I’ve attached my continuation of our little collaboration. Let me know if you have any strong objections with either content or style. I probably won’t change a goddamn thing, but I just want you to FEEL that you have SOME editorial say in the story. Ha. Seriously, though, I’m looking forward to your feedback. If it’s not putting a wet spot in your shorts, then something’s wrong with it ... or you. ;)”
I anxiously clicked on the file, downloading it to my desktop, and opened it up ... a growing hard tented my boxers before I had even read the first line.
Breeding of Erika: Third Chapter
Over the course of the next few weeks, I frequently corresponded with Dad by email and Skype, discussing the whole impregnation plan and trying to nail down a schedule to put it into action. During our interactions, Dad exuded a giddy, school-kid excitement, but also showed a bit of trepidation, periodically asking if having him help Erika get pregnant was really what we wanted. In return, I had to continuously and emphatically assure him that it was. In fact, no one was more sure about it than Erika. I talked with her daily about the whole thing, and though I voiced my own concerns about it, she reminded me clearly each time that it was HER plan to start with and she felt very comfortable with the decision.
As a precaution, Dad told me that he visited a clinic in a nearby town to have his sperm count checked. “No sense proceeding with the plan if I’m shooting blanks,” he explained. Then he joked that when the doctor asked why a man his age was interested in getting such a test, he winked and said that his new third wife, a fine little blond in her twenties, was VERY anxious to have a kid. The doctor winked back and wished him the best of luck with his procreative pursuits. Long story short ... the results of the test showed that Dad’s little swimmers were indeed viable, but the doc recommended a protein-rich diet and prescribed some supplements to boost his sperm production even further.
“Let me tell you, Charlie,” he exclaimed one day while Skyping, “those supplements are really doing the trick! I’ve been eating tons of meat and eggs, been taking my vitamins, and I don’t mind saying that I’ve been giving your mother the biggest, creamiest loads I ever have in my life. I wouldn’t be surprised if SHE turns up pregnant here in the next few weeks,” he said with a hearty laugh.
During the third week following my proposal to Dad, word finally came that Mom would be going to visit her sister in Waco the following weekend. If our plan was to come to fruition, this would be an opportune time, he insisted. I told him that I would have to check with Erika, because for our plan to work, our “experiment” had to directly coincide with her ovulation cycle. When I relayed the information to her, it was as if the stars were aligning in our favor. The following weekend would indeed be within her fertile period, she happily related to me. Wasting no time, I contacted Dad with the great news and told him that after we booked the flights to San Antone, I would let him know our itinerary.
“Damn, Charlie,” he said with a great deal of emotion tinting his voice. “Is this really gonna happen? I mean when we all were together that last time, it was like a dream. Despite everything we did, there were still boundaries. But this time ... this time will be VERY different, and I just want to make sure one last time that this is really what you kids want. There’s no going back, ya know.”
“Dad, for the last time,” I assured him, “Erika and I have talked about this long and hard. We’ve thought about the consequences and happily accept them. I mean, this is obviously the strangest situations we’ve been involved with ... apart from everything that happened the last time we were home, of course,” I laughed, “But what I’m trying to say is that, if this wild plan succeeds, you’ll be giving us the greatest gift we could imagine. You know what I mean?”
“Yeah, I understand,” he conceded, “But like I told you before ... your mother is the only woman I’ve ever been with ... except for what happened with Erika, I mean. This’ll be new territory for me, too.”
It was true. Dad told me he had kept his vows to Mom all these years despite all of the temptation and his literary explorations, and he was proud of that fact. The deeper intimacy with Erika would be completely new ground for him, but I hadn’t really thought about that. I had just thought that he would be jumping at the chance to finally bed his hot daughter-in-law. I never considered that he, of all people, would be struggling so much with the moral dilemma of our plan.
“I know that you’ve taken your vows to Mom very seriously all these years, Dad. If you feel that this would be a corruption of those vows and want to change your mind, then we would completely understand. Think about it one last time and let us know, OK?”
As the days passed and we waited for his reply, we went ahead and booked our fights to Texas and hoped for the best. If he did decide to back out, we would just turn it into a quick weekend trip and enjoy it for what it was, regardless.
Finally, on the Tuesday before our weekend visit, I got a Skype call from Dad.
“Charlie,” he began, “sorry to have kept you waiting these past few days, but I took your advice and really did some soul searching about the whole thing.” His voice conveyed a sense of gravity and seriousness that was so unlike his normal jovial way of speaking. He sighed deeply, which I instinctively read as a harbinger of bad news, then said, “You’ll probably hate me for this, but I told your mother everything.”
My stomach sank and my heart raced in my chest. “Okaaaay,” I uncertainly.
“It was something that I just needed to do to proceed in good conscious, considering everything your mother and I have shared up to this point and what you guys have asked me to do.”
There was a long pause.
“We had a long, deep discussion about the whole thing,” he continued, “and your mother is in full agreement that this would be the greatest gift that we could give you and Erika ... no reservations.”
My voice cracked as I started to speak and tears welled in my eyes. “That’s great news, Dad! I can’t say how much this means to us.”
Then Mom came on screen. “Charlie ... Charlie, honey, I do have to say that I’m a little disappointed that you didn’t include me in this at the beginning,” she chided, “But like your father said, we talked about it a lot these past few days and agree that helping you guys outweighs any negative consequences. We know how much this means to you both and how frustrating it’s been that she hasn’t gotten pregnant yet. We’re really looking forward to helping y’all make this finally happen. We love you so much!”
“Thanks so much, Mom,” I said, choking back tears, “And sorry for not talking with you about it directly. We just wanted to be as discreet as possible, that’s all.”
“I understand, baby. I completely understand.” Then there came an unexpected chuckle from her end. “But you know ... I have to say I was getting more than a little suspicious of your father’s behavior these past couple of weeks. I mean, you know we have a pretty good sex life, but this week in particular, he’s been much friskier than usual. Pardon the expression, dear ... but he’s been using me like a $10 hooker.”
My cock suddenly plumped in my pants as I created images to match those very descriptive words.
“Don’t let her fool ya, Charlie,” I heard Dad interject in the background. “She’s been taking all I can dish out and begging for more.”
“Well let me tell you,” she continued, “your father never ran dry once this week, so it looks like those supplements he got are definitely working.”
“Let’s just say your mother has been enjoying a steady protein-packed diet,” he added.
“Waste not, want not, darling,” she giggled, turning and giving him a big kiss. The kiss lingered and then their lips reluctantly parted. “Actually, I joked with your Dad that he’d better call it quits until y’all get here to make sure he has a full tank when he’s called for duty.”
“It’s gonna be a rough few days, Charlie,” Dad sighed. “I’m hoping I can convince her otherwise.” I saw his hand reach over and caress one of her ample breasts through her blouse, kneading it slowly. Mom turned to him, smiling, and planted a more passionate kiss than the first. When it finally broke, Mom turned to me with a mischievous look in her eyes.
“Well, maybe I’ll give him one last chance to practice before you guys get here,” she winked.
My heart was in my throat watching my parents engage in the early stages of foreplay. Out of nowhere I asked, half-jokingly, “How much do you guys charge to watch the show?”
My father turned to the camera with a big smile. “Sounds like someone’s a horny devil over there in Seattle, momma,” he said coyly.
“Well, you would be, too, if your wife were 3,000 miles away and you hadn’t had sex in four months,” I retorted with a sense of exasperation.
“Touché,” replied Dad. He looked at Mom, a big grin plastering his face. “How about we make this a freebie, darling?”
Mom smiled back. “Just this once, then.” She shot me a wicked wink and then leaned in for another kiss with Dad. Tongues flashed and hums emanated from their joined mouths as they lost themselves in each other.
Shocked that this was actually happening, my eyes became glued to the screen and my throbbing cock grew more constricted in my khakis. I watched intently as my father slowly and deftly began unbuttoning Mom’s blouse as they continued their kiss, revealing more of her soft, motherly flesh and confirming what I had suspected earlier ... that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Once finished, he slowly peeled away the dangling cloth of her blouse to fully expose her beautiful right breast to me ... its center topped by a noticeably taut, excited nipple.
They broke their kiss and both looked at the camera wordlessly as he cupped her ripe tit gently, lifting it slightly to display its heft to me.
“Not bad for an old lady, eh, Charlie,” he finally said, slapping the underside a bit. “Damn fine tits!”
“Stunning!” I replied hoarsely, spellbound by the scene. Mom smiled proudly.
Dad then took her hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a good squeeze. She closed her eyes, threw back her head, and moaned deeply.
“You used to suck on this fat nipple all the time when you were a baby, Charlie. Ain’t it just beautiful and sexy as hell?” he said, pinching it ... pulling it ... displaying it to me.
“It looks fuckin’ great,” I whispered. I could feel a glob of precum oozing from my slit.
“Well, now it’s Dad’s turn to enjoy it,” he said with a sly wink before leaning in to engulf the sensitive nubbin with his mouth.
Mom grabbed his head and cradled it to her breast as he suckled hungrily. She moaning deeply all the while and stared straight at me.
“I used to hold you just like this, Charlie ... And you used to look up at me with your big blue eyes while you nursed,” she finally said.
“I wish I could remember that. It must’ve felt sooo good,” I confessed. As I watched, I salivated, hungering for the feel of a warm, pliant nipple in my mouth, trying hard to remember the taste of my mother’s sweet milk.
She looked down at Dad and smiled as their eyes met, then suddenly let out a breathy squeal, suggesting that he was gently nipping at her captured flesh. Eventually, he released her right nipple, then uncovered her left and took it just as hungrily into his mouth. Her used nipple glistened with the sheen of his saliva and protruded even more fiercely than before from her pillowy breast. It didn’t take long for Dad’s rough hand to find it and continue to service it while he suckled its twin.
“You used to play with it like that when you nursed, Charlie,” she whispered, noticing how intently I was staring. I was definitely captivated watching my father ravish Mom’s breasts the way he did ... pinching and pulling her sensitive nipple to hear her whimper erotically ... cupping and caressing her bountiful tits for my enjoyment as well.
There was a loud smack when my father eventually released the second serviced nipple from his mouth. “Aaaahhhh” he said with the satisfied air of someone who had just enjoyed a fine meal. “I never get tired of that, baby,” he said before giving Mom a full kiss on the lips.
“Can I return the favor?” she asked wickedly when their kiss finally broke.
“I was hoping you would offer,” he replied, before giving her another peck on the lips and standing up. Although his head was out of view of the camera, his torso and upper legs were clearly visible. “You wanna show Charlie how your oral skills have developed since the last time we were all together?”
“If he’s interested in seeing...” she replied, looking at me coquettishly.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I mumbled, my heart beating rapidly in my throat. “Mind if I get more comfortable?” I asked, unbuckling and unfastening my pants as quickly as I could.
“Not at all dear,” she giggled before beginning to sensually unzip Dad’s pants. She reached into his fly and quickly fished out his plumping cock, letting it dangle impressively in front of her. His thick seven-and-a-half-inch shaft arched downward and throbbed visibly on my computer monitor.
“This guy enjoyed a lot of attention last night, so he’s a little tired,” she explained.
“Lucky dog,” I said, feigning indignation and wrapping my hand around my own rock-hard cock out of view under my desk.
“Even though... , “ she continued, “Look how juicy he still is.”
We both stared at his cock as a clear droplet of precum formed at his puckered tip. Within a few seconds it had grown too large to support its own weight, and began a slow descent on a clear wet string. Another droplet quickly formed and followed the first on its downward journey. Mom and I were both in awe of Dad’s weeping cock.
“You better catch that before it goes to waste,” I heard him interject.
“My pleasure, darling,” she said, sticking out her tongue and carefully collecting the two droplets. She followed the shimmering precum string up to his pulpy tip and deftly severed it there. Swallowing the delicate mouthful, she looked at me with a huge grin. “Mmmm mmmmm good!” she said, mimicking a famous TV commercial. “Just the thing to whet a girl’s appetite.”
“Good enough to wet that hot little something between those fine legs of yours, too,” Dad chimed in.
“Ohh, definitely wet enough for her,” concluded Mom, winking at me. That comment nearly sent me over the edge right then and there. I shifted position so I could start an earnest stroking of my thoroughly engorged cock under the desk.
“Whatcha hidin’ down there, cowboy?” Dad observed, noticing my fidgeting. “Don’t be shy ... It’s been a while since your Mom’s seen that angry cock of yours. Why don’t you refresh her memory a bit?”
Needing no further persuasion, I stood up and completely dropped my pants, making sure that my full five-and-a-half-inch erection was clearly visible on camera. Despite the size deficit to my father, I didn’t feel inhibited in the least.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Dad exclaimed. “The Evans men in their full glory, my dear.”
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