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Subject: Growing Up Kyle Chapter 23 (Gay/Incest) DONATION: Nifty is a not-for-profit organization that heavily relies on our donations to keep the site free and accessible. Your donations pay for web hosting fees and other day-to-day activities for the wonderful staff of editors/publishers. You can donate on the website at fty/ Every little bit counts. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit, sexual content involving adults over the age of 21 and minors under the age of 13, and scenes of incest involving step-parents/step-children. If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you’re a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading his. If you’re not sure about this legatilty, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. If you would like to leave any positive feedback, please let me know. Thank you. Chapter 23 “I’m okay, baby, I promise,” Ronda said through the headset. It had been a month since she was booked into the county jail. Bail was set too high without having to take out a second mortgage. She missed her sons and husband a lot, though jail wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. When word got around that she nearly killed the man who molested her son, nobody felt the need to victimize her. In fact, she was a bit of a jailhouse celebrity. “I’ll be out as soon as I can, and then, we can go for ice cream or something, okay?” Charlie snuffled and agreed. It was the first time he and Kyle were allowed to come and visit. Rick wasn’t sure he wanted the boys to be exposed to life in jail, but it was nearing the holidays and didn’t have the heart anymore to say no. “I love you, Mommy.” “I love you, too, baby. Now put your brother on the phone before time runs out.” Charlie handed the phone to Kyle, who sat on the steel chair across from his mother. There was a thick pain of glass between them. She looked tired and raggedy. Normally, Ronda wore a little make-up everyday, so to see her after all that time and without anything was very odd. “How are you doing, Sweetie?” “I’m okay,” Kyle mumbled. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine. Getting really tired of this place, but I’m hopefully that I’ll be home in time for Thanksgiving or Christmas at the latest.” “That şişli travesti would be cool.” “Yeah, I would,” Ronda chuckled. “How’s everything at home?” “Okay, I guess. I miss your cooking that’s for sure.” “Tired of chili dogs already?” “Oh yeah. I wish Dad could figure something else out.” “Trust me. It’s better than what we get in here. How’s school?” “It’s alright. Passed a test the other day, so that was cool.” “Awesome. How’s everything with Cody?” “He’s good…I mean, we’re good. He stayed over last weekend and we watched some movies.” “That’s good. Taking things slowly, I hope.” “Mom!” “What?! I just don’t want you rushing into anything or him pressuring you into sex–” “MOM!” Kyle’s face turned very red. The last thing he wanted was a sex talk, especially while in a jail. “Would you drop it?!” Begged Kyle as his voice broke. It started to break a lot, which he found annoying, while Charlie found it to be very hysterical. “Okay, okay, I’ll drop it.” Ronda asked a few more mundane questions before the guard told her to wrap it up. She waved as she was escorted back to her cell. On the way home, Rick took the boys out to dinner. They ate largely in silence. Rick didn’t talk to his wife during the visit. He played it off as it was their visit, but in reality, he just didn’t want to talk to her. The previous visits were full of tension, largely over how she lost control and attacked Dan. He never wanted to be a single father, and if it wasn’t for Kyle stepping up and helping around the house more, he would’ve been lost. His feelings for Kyle were growing more by the day. The boys had taken to sleeping with him at night. Charlie was a very sound sleeper, so once his youngest son was passed out, Rick and Kyle would mess around a bit. Mostly they kissed and jerked each other off. Once, Kyle tried going down on his dad, but Charlie got up to use the bathroom. The pair were too scared to try anything serious after that. At work, Rick often fantasized about divorcing Ronda and marrying Kyle. His heart longed for it to be a reality, but he knew deep down that it couldn’t happen. Ronda would make sure that Rick went to prison, where he wouldn’t get the same treatment she was getting in jail. Nobody likes a child molester, Rick would tell himself, even if the child was a willing, consenting beylikdüzü travesti participant. Once they got home, they put on a movie. It was the latest kid’s cartoon featuring talking animals. Rick sat on the couch, flanked by the boys. The familiar sounds of Charlie snoring drowned out the dialogue. Rick gingerly shifted, picked up his youngest and carried him to his own bed. Charlie didn’t even stir, as Rick closed the door behind him. When he got back to the living room, he was Kyle, shirtless, under a blanket. Rick moved closer and saw a pile of clothes on the floor next to the couch, with a pair of Kyle’s underwear in the heap. Taking the hint, Rick quickly removed his own clothes and got under the blanket. “Hi,” Rick said, sandwiching himself between the back of the couch and his very naked, oldest son. “Hi,” Kyle replied. He leaned in and kissed Rick on the lips. They held the kiss for a long time. Their hand explored one another, while their tongues probed and massaged their mouths. Rick broke the kiss, stroked Kyle’s soft cheek, and said, “I missed this so much.” “Me too,” Kyle said, running a hand through Rick’s chest hair. “I wish we could stay like this forever.” “Me too, baby. Me too.” Rick pulled his son into his chest, hoping to pour all of his love for the boy into the gesture. Kyle took the opportunity to grind his hips into Rick’s groin. Both were rock-hard. It didn’t escape their notice that Kyle was developing quickly. It had only been a couple of months since Rick first saw Kyle’s pubic hair and his son already had a decent amount. The boy’s testicles were also getting bigger and were very sensitive. Kyle’s dick was also getting bigger, easily 3 inches when hard, which was three times its size during their first encounter. However, Kyle still hadn’t ejaculated. It frustrated the boy to no end, but Rick assured him that it would happen eventually. “How about we move this to the bedroom?” Rick said. “I don’t want Charlie walking in on us.” “Okay,” Kyle said, throwing the blanket to the floor. As he stretched, Rick took the opportunity to get a taste of his son’s cock. Kyle jerked and reflexively pulled out. His dick was very sensitive and it was almost too much for him to handle at times. The lovers crawled into the bed and resumed their kissing. Kyle was first to break, as istanbul travesti he wriggled his way down to his dad’s raging hard-on. Kyle took the full shaft into his throat. He had been practicing with a convenience store, foot-long hot dogs. Rick had to bury his face in a pillow to stifle his moaning. Rick throat-fucked the 12-year-old, while trying desperately to hold in his load. Rick pulled out of Kyle’s mouth and went back to what he started in the living room. Kyle did the best he could, but he was just too sensitive for oral. Rick switched gears and started to rim the boy. Kyle gripped the sheets and was completely enthralled. “Ready?” Rick asked. “More than you can imagine,” Kyle panted. Rick spit a copious amount of saliva onto his hooded cock. Rick pressed this dick gently and made his way inside his son. They were one. Rick slowly fucked Kyle’s tight ass. He could feel Kyle’s hole constrict, almost like a natural cock ring. He could also feel Kyle’s rapid pulse in his anus. It was too much for him. “I’m going to cum,” he whispered, as he picked up his pace. Kyle didn’t respond. He was lost in the ecstasy of the moment. As Rick gave himself over this his explosive orgasm, he felt Kyle’s body convulse. He looked down and saw Kyle’s dick spray rope after rope after rope after rope of cum. Even after Rick had stopped, Kyle’s dick continued. He tried to pull out, but Kyle stopped him. His entire body was electrified and drenched in his own cum. It was at least 90 seconds before Kyle stopped having his first, true orgasm. Rick pulled himself out of his son and grabbed a couple towels from the bathroom. It took two, full-sized towels just to clean up Kyle’s mess. Before Rick handed Kyle a towel, however, he leaned down and ate a mouthful of Kyle’s first seed. It was very sweet and tasted amazing. Kyle, too, tasted his cum and decided that it was the best he had ever had, with Rick’s being a close second. “Good thing I’m doing laundry tomorrow,” Rick said, pulled Kyle into the usually spooning position. Rick had to place down another towel under them just to stay dry. “Will it always be like that?” Kyle asked. “Like, that much or that intense?” “Both.” “Maybe. You probably are a big cummer, but it probably won’t always be that intense, especially as you get older. You might want to warn Cody before you two have sex again. The last thing we need to do is explain to his parents that you drown their son with your semen.” The pair laughed. Rick kissed Kyle on the cheek and said, “I love you, Kyle.” “I love you, too, Rick.” ***Coming Soon Chapter 24***

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