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Subject: My Sons Eventful Halloween 1 Be sure to donate to this site to support it. (See what I did there? Okay I’ll stop.) Halloween… Oh how to describe it. A holiday where once a year a bunch of beautiful kids dress up and go out for candy in the middle of the night, a pedophiles number one dream. But not for me sadly, when you have a wife, a beautiful child to care for, and bills to pay. You tend to want to just call it a night. But my wonderful 12 year old son Jacob, being the hyper little guy he is, practically begs me to go with him. As evident by him tugging violently at my shirt while I’m talking to my wife. “Jacob, I can’t, I’m waaaay too tired for this.” I complain to him, Jacob gave a saddened whine as he lets go of my shirt, pouting. “But daaad pleeeease? I want candy!!” I look at him and nearly pop a boner as I see him fully in his costume for the first time. This year he wanted to be dressed as the main character in some show called Cat Noir. His small and skinny 4’7 frame bound in a nearly skin tight leather suit with a cat bell collar around his neck, a black eye mask, and fake cat ears on top of his messy blonde hair. I stare at him until I am quickly snapped back into reality as my wife speaks up suggesting maybe he can go out with his friends. I think of the idea while occasionally stealing glances towards my own son as my cock hardens. “Ugh, alright. But you are to stay close by other trick-or-treaters and never leave Max and Erin’s side got it?” My sons expression lit up as he gave me a huge smile and a big hug. “Thank’s dad and I will! Can I go see them now?!” I look up at the clock and see that it is just 7PM, şişli travesti looking at the window I see that it is just a slightly a dark blue outside. “Sure son, go have fun now and make sure to bring enough candy for all of us and I better hear that front door open at 9 o’clock sharp!” My son sprinted to the door, grabbing my wifes phone from her coat, yelling back “Yes dad and Yeah right! All the candies mine!” The door slams shut as I stare at my wife. “He’ll be alright, this is one of the best neighborhoods after all. Now how about we go rest in the bedroom.” I smile and follow her upstairs. I step out of the bedroom door naked and tired. The parchness in my throat awakening me in the first place. “Hope I didn’t pass out for too long.” I think to myself. I step downstairs in the cool darkness as I open up the refrigerator door. Grabbing a water bottle and taking a huge swig of it, only now noticing the clock which says 9:15. I notice my phone on the counter and grab it, heading upstairs to Jacob’s room to check on him. Opening his door a crack I don’t see him on his bed. I swing the door open, entering as I look around and just like his bed. He’s nowhere to be found, a moment of short anger fills me when I feel my phone vibrate in my hand. Turning it on and looking at the notification I see that my wife texted me 8 minutes ago. Remembering Jacob took my wife’s phone I quickly unlock it ready to text my son where the hell he is when all of a sudden I am unable to breath as I look at the message All that is sent is of a picture of my son looking up at the camera, a big cock placed neatly on his tongue with the text after beylikdüzü travesti it reading “Your son’s gonna be a little late, he’s busy trying out an extra large lolipop ;)” I am stunned and feel my heart racing. I sit on my son’s bed as my legs began to wobble, staring at the picture. I am not sure what to do. I should’ve been enraged, I should’ve be calling the bastard who’s defiling my son, I should’ve been calling the police now. But two minutes passed and I wasn’t. Instead I was staring at the image and even worse, after 2 rounds with the wife, I was as hard as steel. Then I saw the three bubbles appear at the bottom and a pang of anxiety shot through me. ‘Hey :)’ I didn’t know what to type. My hands slightly shaked as I typed out a response. ‘Where is my son? What are you doing to him!? The text immediately said Read and I waited but no response came. Just as I was about to type ‘Spending quality time with your son, getting to know him better haha.’ With that he sent a small 10 second clip of my son bobbing his head up and down on this strangers cock. It looked as though he was getting at least three inches of what looked to be a 7 inch dick Fuck, what the hell am I thinking?? I didn’t know what else to say and to make it more worse I was close to cumming without even touching myself. Fuck. I looked back at the phone and notice another text came in ‘Your son’s quite the natural don’t you think? Heh, bet your hard knowing your son is sucking some stranger and you can’t do nothing about it.’ Fuck, Fuck he was right… I couldn’t think. I responded. ‘No I’m not. Im calling the cops!’ ‘Yeah okay, Ill let you istanbul travesti go, gotta paint your boys face. You’ll see him soon. ;)’ Fuck…Fuck, Fuck! The thought of him painting his face in that cute little costume of his brought me over the edge. I couldn’t even get one full stroke in without shooting at least 5 streams across Jacob’s room. By the time I had stopped cumming I felt light headed and my balls felt sore. I stood up and carefully walked out of Jacob’s room. I leaned against the wall to collect my thoughts and stayed there for I don’t know how long before I heard the front door creak open. My eyes shot open and I quickly regained composure before making my way to the stairs before stopping. How would I confront him? What could I say to him? So many thoughts were going through my mind but In the end, and I don’t know what made me do it, I sneaked back inside my room, closed the door quietly and stood there. Hearing the my sons padded footsteps go up the final steps and stairs and slowly make his way to his room. Hearing the door shut I breathed a sigh of relief and climbed back into bed. It took me maybe two hours to finally fall asleep. When morning arrived the scenes of last night tumbled into my mind as I shot up out of bed. I looked to my wife who was still asleep and carefully stood up and made my way out in the hallway. I passed my sons room and stopped right in front of it. Opening his door I was comforted by the sight of him asleep. Still in his costume, I entered to get a closer look at him and couldnt help but notice a few darker splotches on his mask. My cock immediately hardened but I quickly pushed the thoughts out of my mind and rushed downstairs to cook breakfast. I wasn’t able to get the ingrediants out when all of a sudden the doorbell rang. Hope you enjoyed my first chapter of my first story! :3 Be sure to email me any sort of reviews or maybe ideas!