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 The Replacement by Xavier L

   This is a fictional story containing sex between a father and his
preteen son.  If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or
if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading.

   If you are interested in my other stories, you can find them listed in
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   If you have ideas or fantasies you'd like to see turned into stories,
feel free to email me.

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   My 11-year-old son Jeff and I have been alone for the last year since
his mom died.  He's handled it pretty well until he heard that I was about
to start dating.

   "But I can do everything Mom did!" he complained.

   "Not EVERYTHING," I said a bit under my breath.

   "Oh yeah?  What can't I do?"

   Ummmmm.  "Let's just say there are some things that moms and dads do
that sons can't."

   He was quiet as he continued packing his school bag, so I continued
putting the dishes in the washer.

   "Are you talking about sex?" he blurted suddenly.

   I almost dropped the glass I was holding.  "Jeff, I'm just not
comfortable. . .  "

   He gave me the don't-act-like-I'm-stupid look.

   "OK, yes.  Fine.  Yes!"

   He grabbed his stuff, came over and gave me a hug and kiss and then
headed out to catch the bus for school.

   I shook my head at the conversation we had just had.  I wasn't sure I
was really ready for him to get older!

   That afternoon I got the normal text message that he had arrived home
and was doing his homework.  When I got home, however, he had a surprise
ready.

   "Hi Dad!" he greeted me warmly wearing, apparently, only an apron as I
took my shoes and socks off.

   "Hi Jeff.  Umm, where are your clothes?" I asked.

   "I have underwear on."

   OK, that was a little weird, but he did often walk around in just his
briefs fairly often.

   He had me by the hand and was dragging me to the dining room.  I looked
at his small ass covered by his white ball huggers.  The green apron
strings overlying it created a humorous image.

   When we got to the dining room, I was quite surprised.  He had prepared
a darn good dinner.  By 11-year-old standards anyway.  He had me sit down,
and then he served me dinner.

   We ate as he told me about his day, and he asked about mine.  When we
were done, he made me stay seated while he cleared the table.  It was all
so cute that when he walked by me, I reached out and grabbed him and pulled
him to me.  Looking into his deep green eyes, which were undoubtedly
enhanced by the green apron, I said "You're incredible Jeff, you know
that?"

   "Thanks Daddy.  I told you I could be like Mom."

   "Yes, you did."

   His hands moved to my shirt and began unbuttoning it.

   "What are you doing Jeff?"

   "I told you I could do EVERYTHING Mom did."

   WHAT?!  "Jeff. .  ." I began, but I had to stop as his hands were
undoing my pants.

   As I opened my mouth to say something, he kissed me on the lips.  I
noticed my hands were on his ass cheeks, and then I noticed his fingers
pulling my cock out of my boxers.

   "Jeff. . .  you need to stop," I said.

   I was going to grab his hands, but he suddenly released my dick.  His
hands moved to his underwear and shoved them down so that I was now holding
onto his bare ass.  Just as quickly his hands returned to my dick.  The
silky feel of his bare skin briefly hypnotized me, so I didn't immediately
notice my cock growing in his hands.

   He wiggled his legs so that his briefs fell all the way down to the
floor.  I felt them land against my bare foot.  It was hotter than it
should have been to me.  Without knowing why I undid the knot holding the
apron strings.  I rubbed his cheeks as he stroked my cock.  "Jeff, we
really shouldn't. . .  " I began, but I wavered as I saw him remove the
apron.  I stared at his naked body, his dick standing erect.  My hand felt
drawn to his wood, and I began stroking him.

   He reached out and helped me out of my shirt.  Then he moved back and
knelt down.  He grabbed my pants and pulled them down as I lowered my
underwear.  He then removed them and stared at my dick.

   I watched him carefully as he moved forward.  I licked my lips and
swallowed hard as his lips parted and approached my aching cock.  In my
mind I screamed at myself to stop him, but then his lips covered the head
of my dick.  My head fell backward as the wave of ecstasy washed over me.
"Oh my gawd Jeff!"

   His mouth lowered more onto my rod, and I couldn't keep my hand off his
head.  I spread my legs wide apart and slouched down a bit.

   "Have you done this before?" I asked, now extremely curious.

   He stopped sucking only to answer "No.  I looked it up on the Internet."

   God bless cable!  I thought as he swallowed more of my meat.

   He slowly blew me for a while before releasing me and moving to my
balls. "Your balls sure are hairy Daddy!" he said before massaging them
with his lips and lightly sucking on them.

   When he stopped and moved to begin sucking on me, I stopped him.  "Stand
up," I said.

   "But I still want to suck on you."

   "You can.  Just stand up."

   He stood in front of me, and I moved in close.  I opened my mouth and
took his hard dick into my mouth.  I moved my tongue all over it while he
moaned.  Meanwhile I rubbed his firm ass cheeks.

   After a while he moved backward.  "Come with me," he said, holding out
his hand.

   "Where are we going," I asked, standing up and allowing him to lead me.

   "The other part of the surprise," he replied.

   I followed him into my room.  He sat on the bed and beckoned me closer.
When I moved in, he quickly returned my rod to his mouth.  He was a bit too
earnest and gagged himself with my meat.

   He released my rod after a few moments, and then I watched him get some
lotion.  He rubbed it onto my cock.  I was a little disappointed he was
switching to a hand job because his mouth felt oh so damn good.

   He smiled at me and then moved onto his stomach.  I watched him reach
behind and spread his cheeks apart.  I stared at his puckered hole while I
stood frozen.

   "Go ahead Daddy.  Put it in."

   I moved closer uncontrollably.  "Jeff, this isn't right."

   "On the Internet it said a butthole as a `boy pussy'."

   I absentmindedly gently rubbed his ass cheeks and then gently fingered
his virgin ass.

   "Go on Daddy!  See, you don't need a wife!  You have me!"

   "Jeff, that's not how it works.  It just isn't right for a dad to fuck
his son."

   "You put it in my mouth!" he said without hesitation.

   "I know, but . . .  "

   His hand moved from his ass to my dick, and he pulled it forward.

   I followed my cock.  When it neared his cherry, I took over.  "Are you
sure?  Last chance.  I don't think I can quit once I get started." Truer
words were probably never spoken.

   "Stick it in me Daddy!" he said impatiently.

   That's all I could handle.  I pushed my rod past the entrance to his
hole.  I wasn't sure I wouldn't pass out!  His hole was so fucking tight I
couldn't believe it!

   "Daddy!" he breathed.

   I stopped.  "You OK?" I asked ready to pull out.

   "YES!  More Daddy!  MORE!"

   Fire swept through my entire body.  I wanted nothing more than sink my
rod deep into him.  I pushed more of my cock in.

   "Sweetie, you feel sooo good!" I said.  I leaned over his body and
started kissing him on the cheek.

   He lifted his head, and I thrust my tongue into his mouth greedily.  He
returned my kiss, and I sank the rest of my cock into him.  He moaned
loudly into my mouth.

   "Oh gawd I'm going to fuck you good, son!" I said, breaking our kiss.  I
kissed his neck and his upper back as I began humping him slowly.

   "Does my pussy feel good, Daddy?" I wasn't sure I liked him calling it
that, but in any event the answer was "Fuck yes son!" I pushed myself up,
grabbed his hips, and started pounding his ass good.

   I hadn't had sex in a LONG time, and his ass was so damn tight, I could
feel my orgasm building rapidly.  I began fucking him harder as he moaned
loudly.  I was getting a little dizzy, and my body tingled all over.  I was
on pure auto pilot now, my cock plowing into my little boy of its own
accord as his ass took complete control of my body.

   I was some other person now.  I heard myself say "That dick feel good,
son?"

   "Yessss Daddy!"

   "You are so goddamn hot Jeffy!"

   I sped up briefly before I sank my cock all the way in and felt my cum
explode into his hole.  I collapsed onto his back as my dick continued
unloading.  "Fuck I love you Jeff!"

   "I love you too, Daddy!  I can't wait to do this again!"

   I kissed him and replied without thinking "Me neither!"

   When my cock stopped twitching, I pulled out of him.

   "Leave it in, Daddy!  I like how it feels."

   "Let's get more comfortable, and I'll put it back in," I said
obligingly.

   We both moved onto the bed, and I had him get on his side.  I slid my
dick back into his hole and then grabbed his hard dick and began stroking
it.  His ass clamped down on my rod again, and I sped up the pace.  He was
breathing heavy and softly moaning.  His dick seemed to get a little
harder, and then I felt warmth against my fingers.

   I squeezed his young prick as he came.  I was filled with unbelievable
joy and love for my son as I held him.  My dick slowly shrank, and I pulled
out of him and rolled onto my back.

   He turned over, and I pulled him to rest on top of me.  We began kissing
deeply.  I ran my hands up and down his soft bare skin as we kissed.

   We both had to use the bathroom, so we got off the bed and went to my
bathroom.  We stood on opposite sides of the toilet and peed.

   "We need to clean up the kitchen still," I said, trying to deal with all
my conflicted emotions.

   We went into the kitchen.  I put my boxers back on because I suddenly
felt uncomfortable.  Jeff slipped his briefs back on, but I got the sense
it was only because I put my underwear on.

   We worked together to clean up from dinner and then sat down to watch
TV. We cuddled until it was time for him to go to bed.

   "Do I have to?"

   "Yes."

   "But it's a weekend."

   "I know, but you still need to rest."

   He disappeared down the hall.  After a few minutes, I got up and went to
his room to tuck him in.  He wasn't there.

   "I'm in here Dad," he called from my room.

   I walked into my room to find him laying naked on top of my bed.

   "Jeff, what are you doing?"

   "I'm your new wife, remember?"

   "Son, you aren't my wife."

   "But you fucked me.  Why can't we sleep in the same bed?" He got up and
walked over to me.

   "Look, I'm just not sure about all of this. . .  " I began to protest,
but his hand was inside my boxers again.

   My dick surprised me by growing rapidly.  His green eyes bore into mine
begging me not to stop him.

   His fingers convinced me, as did his ruby red lips.  "Suck my dick,
Jeffy," I said, shoving my boxers down and guiding his head to my cock.

   He immediately complied with my direction.  As my meat began
disappearing into his hot, wet mouth, I completely surrendered to his idea.
He was hornier than his mother ever was, and that hot little ass was
certainly tighter than her muff.  As more of my rod slid into his mouth, I
knew he would never tell me no or complain about a headache.  He'd also
never have a period.  I could tap that ass whenever I wanted!  I thought.

   "I need to turn out the lights.  I'll be right back," I said.

   I practically ran to the living room, turned off everything, made sure
the door was locked, and ran back to my bedroom.  He was on the bed, and I
moved in next to him.  A smile spread across my face as I surrendered to
his mouth.