Why Daddies Marry Mommies

When I walked out of school that day, Daddy met me at the door. "Daddy!" I called out and ran over to him. He knelt down and gave me a great, big hug! God, my Daddy is such a big, strong man, he then scooped me up and I ended up sitting on one broad forearm like I was still a little baby! That got our heads more or less level, I was a head taller than him in this position, and I grinned down at him. "Hi, Daddy!"

"You have a good day at school, Son?" Daddy asked me.

"Uh-huh!" I said. "I painted a cow."

"You painted a cow?" Daddy asked. "Did it moo at you?"

"No-o-o-o!" I giggled. "That's silly."

"Did it like you painting it?"

"No-o-o-o." I was laughing at Daddy now.

"How did you get it to hold still while you were painting it?" Daddy asked me.

"Oh, Daddy!" I said, understanding. "I didn't paint an actual cow!"

"You painted a pretend cow?"

"No, no!" I said. "I painted a cow on a piece of paper with my paintbrushes. I got the picture in my backpack."

"You got the picture in your backpack?"

"Uh-huh." I said. "I'm going to put it on the fridgerator when we get home."

"Oh." Daddy said. "Well, guess what?"

"What?"

"We're not going home tonight." Daddy started carrying me out to where our car was parked.

"We're not?"

"Nope." Daddy said. "You and me are going to be staying somewhere else from now on."

"Huh?" I was surprised by this, as you can imagine. "Where?"

"I don't know just yet." Daddy admitted. "Got to find a new place. But tonight, we'll stay at a motel, just you and me."

"Where's Mommy Teresa?" I asked. I was talking about my stepmother, my father's second wife. My own mother had died when I was only a year old. He had married Teresa two years ago, when I was five, I was a ring-bearer at their wedding. I didn't really remember it, but we had pictures of me holding the pillow with the rings on it.

"She doesn't want you and me living with her anymore." Daddy said. "She told me to pack our stuff and get out."

We were at the car, and I saw that the entire back of the car was filled with clothes and stuff. "We have to move out?" I said. I was upset, but not a whole lot. I mean, Mommy Teresa and Daddy argued a lot. I would sit in my bed and hear her yelling about something or other. All too often, it was me. I couldn't seem to do anything that made her happy. Once I painted a really nice picture of a family on the living room wall, and oh, the fuss she made! I thought it was pretty, but I was told by Daddy after that I could only draw on paper. I did it that way...but it would be something else to get Mommy Teresa mad at me, usually because I accidentally broke some dumb thing or other in her house (she had oh-so-many knick-knacks on everything, everywhere!), but sometimes, she was just mad at Daddy. But whatever it was, it was always ending with her regretting ever getting married to Daddy and his "brat of a kid!"

"Yep, you and me are single again." Daddy said. "Just a couple of bachelors out in the world." Daddy put me in the passenger seat and put the seatbelt around me himself to be sure it was on tight. It made me feel real grown-up, sitting there instead of my usual seat in the back with the special chair.

We had supper at McDonald's and then Daddy drove us to a motel. We would look for an apartment, one with furniture, Daddy said, and not too far from my school, in the morning.

I got into the room and me and Daddy sprawled out onto the bed and watched television. The heat wave was going on and there was no air-conditioner in the room.

I sweated through my shirt. "Can I take my shirt off, Daddy?" I asked about eight o'clock at night. "It's so hot in here."

"Go ahead." Daddy said. "In fact, I think I'll do that myself. No reason to sit here all bundled up."

"Yeah, since we're two bachelors." I said, grinning.

He grinned back. "That's right."

I took my shirt off and threw it on the floor where I'd already thrown my dirty socks. Sitting on the bed, bare feet made better sense, Daddy had done the same thing. I'd watched his large, athletic toes that wriggled themselves like he didn't know he was doing it, they fascinated me, he even had hair down there on his toes, on the top of his feet. I wondered if I would have hair on my feet when I got bigger. My own feet were quite hairless, not even the tiny little white hairs I had on my arms.

Daddy took his shirt off and I stared at the hairy chest he had. Such a thick layer of hair, black and curly, like a dog I had petted once. I wondered if it would feel the same, if I was to pet Daddy's chest.

I got up next to Daddy, scooting under one of his big arms he had splayed out over the top of the pillows. I caught an aroma from his armpit, a thick, heavy smell that made me feel kind of funny inside. Such a strong smell, like you could just sort of dive in and swim in it, and feel all safe and warm and loved.

I snuggled in closer, feeling the dampness on my shoulder from Daddy's armpit, and the hairs there tickled. I put my head on Daddy's muscled arm and smiled up at him and he smiled down at me. I dared then to reach out and touch that hairy chest of his.

Mmmmm! All soft and warm and fuzzy. It WAS like petting that dog, just the same, only this Daddy-fur was softer. And his chest was so warm under it, a little slick with his sweat.

I looked up at Daddy as I did this, and he grinned down at me, his teeth were as big as the rest of him. I smiled back and kept on stroking his chest, bolder now I knew he didn't care.

"You like that?" Daddy asked me.

"Uh-huh." I said. "Only you're kind of sweaty still. So am I."

"Well, maybe we need to take some more of these clothes off, huh?" Daddy suggested.

"Yeah." I agreed and stood up. My pants were off and I looked up at Daddy. He had undid his pants without even getting up.

"You have to take yours off, too, Daddy." I said.

"Why don't you pull them off?" Daddy said. "Think you're big enough to do that?"

Any boy wants to be "big enough" to do anything, so I said, "Sure."

"Then go ahead." Daddy said.

I grabbed Daddy's pants by the waist and Daddy helped a little by lifting up his buttocks. I wormed at them and they slid down. It was like peeling a giant banana, only the jeans were even tighter than that. But after I got them down past his upper legs, they came on off easy enough, though they ended up inside-out. I put the jeans down on top of mine and looked back at Daddy. He was now only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, and something was wrong with them. Or something in them.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, son?"

"What's wrong with your wiener?" I asked.

"Wrong with it?"

"Yeah, it's all sticking up." It was! I'd never seen a wiener ever do anything but lay there all flat and limp. But this was all swollen and stiff. "Is it swollen?"

"Yeah, it's swollen." Daddy said.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing's wrong with it, Son." Daddy explained kindly. "It gets that way sometimes."

"But...what do you do about it?" I asked. "You can't put your jeans back on with your wiener sticking out."

"I have to make it go down." Daddy said.

"How do you do that?"

"Well." Daddy seemed at a loss for words. "Well, it's why daddies and mommies get married."

"It's why you married Mom?" I asked, meaning my real mother.

"Yep, and it's also why I married Teresa." Daddy said. "A man marries a woman because his dick gets all hard on him, and he needs her to help him make it go down."

"But how does marrying a woman get your dick to go back down?" I said. That didn't make any sense."

"Well, when a man and a woman get in bed, they do things that makes your dick go soft again."

"Oh." I said. "Is that what I heard sometimes at night. And I asked Mommy Teresa if you two were jumping on your bed at night and she told me no and to stop talking dirty?"

Dad looked exasperated. "It's not dirty! Cripes, trust that bi--, that woman to tell you it was dirty. Nothing dirty about it."

"So what is it that makes the bed bounce up and down?"

"Well..." Dad bit his lip and then plunged in. "You're old enough to hear this, I guess. You see, a man's dick has this stuff inside it which is what makes it get hard. The woman has this kind of slit where your dick is and I put it inside that and work it back and forth and that makes the stuff come out. And that stuff inside a woman's slit is what makes babies. It's what made you."

"Really?" I was wide-eyed at this, as you can imagine! "I came out of your dick?"

"Partly." Daddy said. "The stuff in my dick and an egg inside your mother, they get together and it makes a baby, just like we made you."

I thought this over. "Cool!" I said. "So...what are you going to do about your dick without Mommy Teresa anymore."

"Well...there are things a man can do when he doesn't have a woman. He can use his hand to make the stuff come out. You don't make a baby that way, but it makes the cock go back down again."

"Really?" I said. "So how do you do it?" I said. "Can I see it?"

"You just wrap your hand around it and pump it up and down like this." Daddy moved his hand in the air to show me what he meant. "When you get older, you can do it for yourself. I'm kind of surprised you haven't figured that out for yourself yet."

"Gosh, no!" I said, wide-eyed. "My wiener isn't nearly big enough for me to do that with my hand."

"You can just use your fingers." Daddy said.

I immediately gave it a try, reaching into my briefs and using my fingertips, I worked my little dick back and forth. "Ooh!" I said in some surprise. "That feels real good, Daddy."

"It does feel good when you do it." Daddy said, his chest heaving up and down, like he was getting out of breath. His cock (a new word for me, learned from my Daddy just now) was getting even bigger and harder.

"Daddy, it looks like you'd better take care of that right now." I said. "If you don't, it's going to pop like a balloon, boom!"

"Maybe I ought to." Daddy said. "Though I got enough of that from Teresa, damn her." he said. "Most nights, she wouldn't even let me touch her, and when she did, it was Let me use my hand, I don't want to get pregnant,' or Let me suck it instead, you like it when I suck your dick.'" Dad reached down and began to fondle himself, like he was forgetting I was even there. "God, that woman drove me absolutely crazy. Why did I ever marry her, such a frigid bitch of a woman." He took his cock out and his hand began pumping up and down on it, long and slow strokes of his hand, up and down, up and down, it was hypnotizing to his seven-year-old son's goggling eyes.

"How do you suck a dick, Daddy?" I asked him, my voice soft as I stared at his cock, it was so big and round and red.

"Same way as you do your hand, only you use your mouth." Daddy said.

"Is that something that mommies and daddies do?" I asked. "Is that why daddies marry mommies?"

"It's part of the reason." Daddy said. "With Teresa, it was about the only reason I had. God, that woman could suck a cock so damned well. But hell, I wanted more."

While Daddy was reminiscing, and pumping slowly on his cock, he didn't notice me, his little boy, crawling up on to the bed with him, he was lost in his feelings, in his memories.

Only when I got my hand on his dick did Daddy suddenly remember that his son was in the same room with him. "Ooh, oh, oh, Son!" he gasped out. "God, what are you doing?"

"I want to do it for you, Daddy." I said. "Please, Daddy, let me do it for you, just like Mommy Teresa would. I bet I can suck your cock as good as she could. Can I try it, Daddy, please?"

"Ohhh, ohhh, oh, fuck!" Daddy gasped. "God, Son, God, yes!"

Eagerly I bent over and put my lips on it. As I slid that fat cockhead through my lips and into my mouth, Daddy let out a single, long, low moan. It was like the sound a boat made when it creaked while tied up to the pier, I'd heard it a few weeks ago, that same sound, sort of an "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

I held on with my lips and worked Daddy's cock the way my fingers had worked my own pud. It was kind of like the same thing, only my fingers were too big for my cock, and my Daddy's cock was too big for my mouth. All I could do was get that thick head into my mouth and kind of roll it around.

"Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, God, yes, baby, yes!" Daddy groaned. "That's how you do it, that's how you suck your Daddy's dick, baby, yes!"

There was that smell again, only stronger, the same smell I had smelled while cuddled into his armpit, but heavier, thicker, and damper. And that same smell was the taste of his cock in my mouth, all male, all man, all DADDY!

Daddy moaned and his hips hunched up at me, shoving that huge prong into my mouth, I choked a time or two, but he didn't notice and I figured out how to keep from gagging when he thrust it into me. Daddy was feeling so good, I could tell, that I wasn't going to do anything to stop him feeling that good, whatever it took, I was going to hang onto him!

The light in the room was sort of bluish from the neon light of the motel sign outside and above our window. It turned my Daddy into a glowing figure of blue shining with patterns from his hair, all muscles outlined, all hairs gleaming, all of him showing in a smooth, clean color. I wanted to get my paintbrushes and paint this now, while I could see it, see my Daddy lying on the bed, his body so beautiful and shining and blue in the night, his muscles flexing as they thrust his cock up into my mouth, his mouth loosing small sounds of guttural pleasure, mmmm, uhhh, ahhh, uhhh, mmmm, uhhhh!

Daddy's hips got more frantic, he was hunching up into me even rougher now, and I had all I could to to hold onto him, but his sounds were also stronger, more urgent, and I knew that he had to do it this way, had to get his body moving fast enough to let him get rid of that stuff that was making his dick so painfully hard, I could feel it inside of his dick, pulsing inside there, I knew that he had a whole bunch of it inside him and he needed to get it out, so bad. And since Mommy Teresa wasn't here to get it out of my Daddy, I was going to do it. My Daddy needed to get his stuff out of his cock, and I was going to do it for him!

"Oh, oh, Son, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Daddy grunted. "Going to shoot it out, going to shoot it, oh, oh, oh, Baby, uh, oh, I'm coming, I'm coming, I, uh, uh, guh, ugh, guh, GNNNN-FUHHHHCCCKKKKUUUHHHH!" He almost shouted that last sort-of word out and that was when he shot his stuff out of his cock.

And he wasn't kidding, it was suddenly bursting out into my mouth, hard and fast, and I found myself with a heavy, hot load of salty, sticky, gooey stuff, and this was what my Daddy had used to make me with my Mommy, this was his stuff, and I took it inside myself and I gulped it down proudly, because if it could go inside my Mom and make me, then it couldn't hurt me any, and my Daddy needed me to take it so bad.

"OOOH, GOD, SON, GOD, OHH, OOH, BABY, UHH, UHHH, UHH, GUHHHhhhhhhnnnnnnhhhh!" Daddy groaned and his motions slowed down and became less controlled, now he was sort of flopping about like a fish lying in the bottom of the boat had done, struggling, but without purpose and without any use, just moving because he had to.

I had swallowed most of his come, but a lot of it had slid down his cock and dribbled onto his balls. WhenI finished what was in my mouth, and with Daddy lying there flat on his back, not moving, but his cock still hard as it could be, I began licking at the shaft, trying to get all of his stuff. It tasted funny...but I liked it, because it tasted of my Daddy.

"Mmmhhh! God, yes, Son, lick my dick clean." Daddy moaned. "God, baby, you were good, so damned good!" Daddy's hand wearily landed on top of my head and he gave me a feeble sort of "attaboy" rub on my head. And as he did that, his dick began to slacken and go down and shrink.

"That got it all out of you, huh, Daddy?" I said proudly. "I got all that stuff out of your wiener, didn't I?"

"You sure did, baby, you sure did." Daddy said. "Daddy's proud of his little boy, he did a real good job of sucking my cock."

"And now you won't have to go back to Mommy Teresa." I declared.

"Huh?"

"You said this was why you married Mommy Teresa." I pointed out. "And now, with me to do it for you, you don't have to marry Mommy Teresa again, do you?"

Dad thought about that and he suddenly barked out a laugh I'd never heard before. Almost a single burst of sound, but it was loud and hearty and happy and content. "You're absolutely right, Son." he said to me. "Long as you take care of my dick for me, I don't have any reason to go marrying any more mommies."

"Just you and me." I said as I reached up for Daddy's lips with my own. "Just the two of us from now on."

"Just you and me." Daddy promised. "Two guys, living on their own and loving it."

"Yeah." I said.

"You'd better get some sleep." Daddy said. "We got a busy day ahead of us tomorrow. Got to find us a new place to live. With a yard for you to play in, I hope, an apartment in the back of someone's house or near a park."

"And a nice big bed for both of us." I said sleepily. "So I can take care of you every night."

"Every morning and every night." Daddy agreed. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

And I went to sleep snuggled up against my Daddy's big, brawny body, surrounded by the thick smell of his arms and breathing in his essence.

Daddy would never have a reason to get married again, if I had my way!

THE END
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