At 57 years of age, Mr. Whitaker still wanted to have sex with his wife, but she never really cared for the idea except to have children, like the Holy Mother Catholic Church ordained. Now that the married children had taken the little granddaughters to live abroad Mrs. Whitaker was very depressed and more interested in going through life in a 'what have I done to deserve this?' attitude than to please her husband, still strong and eager. So Mr. Whitaker was in a constant state of hornyness that had him distracted at his two jobs and in a bad mood towards his family.

His wife demanded that Junior went to exclusive schools and the scholarship fees were high, besides the two cars they owned because of the way of life she expected. So Greg had two jobs that kept him from home all day and tired him out so much that evenings he would only arrive to have dinner, watch a little of whatever Greggie was watching on TV and go to bed before ten o'clock.

Though his wife was Catholic, and hence very proper and decent, Greg was moderate left winged having gone to the Agronomical College in XXXXXXXX, where, being basically an all-male school, nudity in dressing rooms, pool and sleeping quarters wasn't anything out of the ordinary. So Mr. Whitaker slept in the buff since his youth. Even when they'd fight and were at odds with each other the Whitakers always slept in the same bed, even if she denounced her husband's sinful nakedness.

Behind his wife's back, Greg had had lots of adventures and 'affairs' with many women while Damian and Annie grew up. But on Damian's wedding day Mrs. Whitaker had whispered in her husband's ear that she was pregnant so he would stop whoring around. So that's why they had had sex almost every day a few months ago, to make sure she got pregnant at her 46 years of age and have her husband well caught by the balls! The trick worked because Greg had to cut all his occasional fucks off to serve his wife body and soul because she was 'rewarding' him with a baby for his senior years. Damn! And he did love Greggie, he did love the little tadpole when they placed him in his arms when the baby was born. But he felt chained to the responsibility and he damned that it hadn't been of his own free will.

With Damian gone, his bedroom passed to Junior as soon as he left the cradle for a bed. The master bedroom and Annie's shared the master bathroom, so in the wee hours of the morning Mr. Whitaker used the bathroom in Damian's room so as not to risk having his daughter see him naked. Now, even though Damian and Annie were gone, Greg kept using Junior's bathroom in the early morning hours. At the agronomical college, amongst buddies, it was natural to see his pals naked and them seeing him, so there wasn't anything weird in his sons seeing him nude, right?

So Greggie grew up seeing his dad go into his room in the mornings to use the bathroom. At first he wasn't bothered that his father went in and used it, but that even to sit on the toilet to dump his crap he had to turn the lights on. The brat would show his father that he didn't approve by angrily turning towards the wall, even if he was sound asleep seconds later. In time it got to be such a habit that in his tender infancy he didn't even notice his father's dick sporting morning wood. But something happened at the beginning of his childhood, maybe when he was eight years old, that made him pay more attention to what his dad had 'between his legs'.

He was tumbled on the TV room's floor watching a show when his dad stood next to him to watch what he was seeing. Mr. Whitaker arrived in the evenings to have his supper, undressed and would get ready to go to bed by staying only in his boxer shorts and watched a little of whatever show his son was watching. He'd always done it and Junior grew used to the ritual, but on that special occasion he looked up and he saw, through the leg of his father's boxers, Greg's gonads in quite a close perspective. He'd never seen his father's dick and balls from so close and for such a long time. He forgot all about the TV show from then on and, in ecstasy, Junior spent the rest of the short time his father was standing next to him watching his dad's testicle filled scrotum and cock. After a while Greg said good night and went to sleep, leaving Junior's wienie obviously tenting his pajama pants.

From that moment on Junior craved for the time his dad watched TV with him and gave him a much better show than any television series could, and used his bathroom in the early morning hours. That ritual stayed unchanged except that now Junior didn't get angry when his father went to use the toilet and lit the bathroom. Better still! Sometimes he had caught a glimpse of his father's morning erection. The kid was enthralled with his father's penis and started plotting a thousand schemes to spy on his dad's genitals. At such a tender age he started having hot night dreams about his father. They had to stop being mere dreams and become true!

One night, when Greggie was already nine years old, Mr. Whitaker fought particularly loud and angry with his wife because of the usual absence of sex and went to bed without watching TV with his son. Junior knew it was time to set all his plans and schemes in motion. When Greg went at dawn into his son's room he noticed that Junior was uncovered. This wasn't unusual because many times before his son was uncovered when he used the bathroom in the mornings. But in the shadows and twilight Mr. Whitaker noticed that something wasn't quite the same and he turned the bathroom's light switch on before going in and discovered that Junior was sleeping naked, just like him. The boy was sleeping on his chest with his head turned against where Greg could see him, his cute little ass pointing up because of the pillow under his hips.

If his dick had been half hard because of the natural passing from sleep to wakefulness, seeing his son's little ass made his cock get stiff as a log. What a chance! If his wife didn't want to give out maybe he could take advantage that Greggie was asleep and...

No, he had to get those thoughts out of his head! Why did he want to fuck his nine year old son?! He went into the bathroom but instead of sitting down on the toilet, as usual, he opened the cold water tap and cooled his face and dick so the erection diminished and he could pee. He sat to shit, pee, and to think. What should he do with his incestuous desires; fuck Junior just because his mother wasn't giving HIM any? And that was another point: he wasn't gay! Why did he want to have homosexual intercourse with his nine year old son? He had to get those ideas out of his head and concentrate on shitting. And like an old wife's potion the dirty thoughts went away with the shit, because when he washed his hands his only thought was to get dressed up to start the day.

However, he was late in switching the light off as he stepped out of the bathroom and he turned to look at Junior. Immediately his cock got hard again. Yep, the kid was still sleeping with his little ass sticking up, as if he was beckoning him, calling him. Oh, well, it's God's will! Without turning the light off he silently approached his son's bed. His heart beat in his ears, his hands shook, his brow was streaking sweat, his feet advanced as with a life of their own. Once beside Junior's sleeping body, Greg stood a while watching him, admiring his beauty, as if it were the first time that he saw his son's nakedness.

"Junior?", he barely whispered. The boy didn't move and kept on breathing heavily. Greg turned to watch his son's buns. What a sight, they were beautiful! Bending over he stuck his nose between Junior's ass cheeks and breathed in. Aaahh, he was in ecstasy; the boy's ass hole smelled wonderfully! He stood up again, standing next to his son's head.

"Junior", he whispered again. "Junior, son, help me."

All this time Junior had been playing being asleep, waiting to see what his Dad's reaction would be to find him bare assed to the ceiling. Mrs. Whitaker had brought him up used to wearing pajamas whenever he went to sleep, even in Summer. This time he got into bed completely naked and discovered what a sensual feeling it was to have the sheets brush his skin. Though asleep he sensed the noise of his father approaching the bathroom and he quickly kicked the sheets and blankets down, he stuffed his pillow under his hips to make his ass stick up, he turned his head and started breathing heavily. He clearly heard Greg's breath intake when he lit the bathroom and saw him naked. He waited patiently for his father to finish his necessities and again he clearly heard Greg's astonished intake when he saw him naked again. It felt almost like a century for his father to at last stand next to the bed.

He almost jumped when he felt his father's nose next to his ass hole, so when he heard him call his name and ask him for help, he stopped sleep-playing, turned his head and found his dad's engorged cock few inches from his face. To the bathroom's light Junior could perfectly see how his father's penis moved and dribbled a drop of pre-cum and felt on his face the heat it irradiated. Mr. Whitaker could only repeat hoarsely: "Help me, son, help me. Junior, help me, please. Help me, Greggie."

Without a word Junior leaned upon his elbow, pushed his face forward opening his mouth as wide as he could and without any ado swallowed his father's cock to the hilt. Both father and son were in ecstatic bliss! His son was giving him the best blow job of his life and that no woman had been able to give him. His father's cock tasted delicious, better still than what he had imagined. Moved by the same instinct, man and boy found a regular rhythm to fully enjoy their first loving encounter.

Greggie couldn't believe how lucky he was to have such a loving dad that without knowing gave him exactly what he was craving for, the tube of grown man's meat he had dangling between his legs. He could feel on his lips his father's cock's foreskin covering and uncovering Greg's plum shaped glans, he felt on his tongue the veins and wedges of the cock that was going in and out of his mouth, sometime so deep it cut his air flow. But suddenly Mr. Whitaker laid a hand behind Greggie's head and quickened his humping movements as he neared his orgasm. With his free hand, Junior grasped his father's cock to help it go into his mouth more easily.

In a hushed and hoarse whisper Mr. Whitaker started to blabber out "I'm cumming, son; I'm cumming, kiddo. There you have it, bitch! Swallow it, eat my cum! Mmmmhhhhh!." He bit his lips to avoid shouting out loud and wakeing his wife up.

Greggie didn't know or understood what was cumming to him and was surprised when a stream of salty hot liquid invaded his mouth, forcing him to swallow his father's sperm. Shot after shot, Mr. Whitaker dumped his load into his nine years old son's mouth, a little boy doing his almost sixty year old dad a favor. Junior didn't know what his father had given him to eat, but from that moment on he would live only to extract his dad's milk as many times it was necessary.

As soon as he stopped shooting his load into his son, Mr. Whitaker tried to take his cock out of Greggie's mouth, but the boy had learned what he liked and what he wanted, and what he least wanted at that moment was to release his father's wonderful dick from his mouth. But Greg's glans was over sensitive and he slowly managed for Junior to let him go. The kid even licked the last cum drops that spilled out of his pee slit. Shutting the bathroom's light off, Greg whispered as he left. "Thank you, son. Good night."

"Y'r welcome, daddy. Anytime. G'night." The early morning visits were going to become a delicious custom.

To be continued.