Storiesonline.net ------- There Are Times by John Smith Copyright© 2006 by John Smith ------- Description: This is just a fun little post christmas story. Inspired by a gift that was given to some friends... Have fun reading it and laugh a little. Codes: Mf ------- There are times in a man's life when he just has to step back and wonder, 'What the hell is going on?' This was one of those times. Christmas was over. The tree was down. Decorations and presents had been put into their respective places... So what had happened to that gift I gave her? The one she turned bright red over, when she opened it. She did give me a dirty look, but I kind of expected that. Then she hid it amongst her other loot. I had just found it. Now let me describe this gift to you. I had ordered it online. It's called 'Clone-a-Willie'. No, I'm not kidding. The idea is that the guy gets hard and a mold is set around his Willie. After the mold is made, then you fill it with a goop that hardens. Presto, you have a clone of your pecker. A nice life-like dildo. I thought it was a clever idea. I even paid just a bit extra and got the 'glow in the dark' model. So what's the problem? Well, as I've been married for sixteen years, I figured my wife would be getting a Clone of my Willie. Like I said, I found it. Or, I should say I found the remains of the container in the trashcan. From the looks of it, it had been used! ------- That was two days ago. I found the results and almost shit myself. It was hidden below the bottom drawer of the main bathroom's vanity. Alright, yes, I did rip the house apart looking for it. It took two days to find, as I had to do my looking while my wife, son, and daughter were out. Two days, and that was only because three days of the week I work from home. For almost one full day, I didn't work. I searched the house. This is more of a problem than I thought. Not that I could swear to it, but I'm pretty damned sure that this Clone is of my son. The thought of how my wife got it... Well I don't want to think about it. Frankly I don't know what to do. I mean, how the hell do you say, "Honey I noticed that you Cloned the Willie of our son... INSTEAD OF ME! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" Ok, so I'm ready to... well... I don't know what, but it wouldn't be pretty. So I'm trying to keep myself in control. ------- The shipment came today at the office. I got a number of curious glances, as I never get things delivered here. I didn't pay much attention. I had what I needed. If you didn't guess already, I got another Clone-a-Willie. My plan was rather simple. Make one of myself and switch it with the other one. I wasn't going to say a word. I figured that would be the end of it. ------- Things are never as easy as they should be. Did you know you have to shave before using that stuff? I never thought about it before, but there was a very prominent warning about ripping the hair out, if you didn't shave. The idea of having my hair ripped out, down there, wasn't very appealing. I shaved. It was a first, for me, and a very strange experience. The balls are rather difficult to shave. Plus I was very afraid I'd cut myself. What the hell would I tell the doctor? So I took my time and did a very through job of it. I'm smooth as silk down there. Hasn't been like that, sense before puberty. It's eleven in the morning. No one's home but me, but I still check. Sort of hard to explain what you're doing when your cock is encased. Satisfied, I pop in a porn flick. I have to stay hard, don't you know. Making the thing was almost too easy. Well after the preparation of shaving, that is. It has to set up and I don't want anything to go wrong, so I busy myself. I almost have a heart attach. The kids are due home from school any minute. I have to get that shit cleaned up, and the new Clone in its place. There won't be time later. ------- I am glad that nothing went wrong. My daughter brought her best friend Stacy, home with her. While I might be a dirty old man and think she's so damned hot I'd do her in a flash, even if she's my daughter's age, I wouldn't want her to stumble on something like the Clone. I don't need her thinking of me as some letch. My wife called and she is working late. That is code for: 'You get to cook tonight.' I tell the kids that I'm going to go get food for dinner. My daughter yells back that they'll see me at dinnertime. That happened last month and I'm still getting shit for it. Just as a tease I tell her thanks for reminding me, and I do need to get some things from the hardware store. Just then my son's door opens and he asks for a ride to his friend's house. They have some project going on. He also tells me he wont be home for dinner. I don't take offence, as it might be a reference to my cooking. He's always waiting 'till the last minute to do his homework and I know that it's most likely due tomorrow. ------- I dropped my son off and had gone one more block before realizing I left my shopping list at home. Unfortunately there have been one to many times that I've forgotten a key ingredient by not using a list. It's less embarrassing to go and get the list now than show up at home and have to go back to the store again. Ten minutes. I couldn't have been gone longer than that. I opened the door to hear, "Oh God!" repeated over and over again. I'm thinking the worst and run, wondering what could have happened. I raced through the dining room, down the hallway and come to a screeching halt at the bathroom door. My daughter is wide eyed, chanting the "Oh God." Stacy is holding the Clone. I feel a lump in my throat, almost big enough to stop my breathing. Stacy sees me and shrieks, dropping the dildo. It bounces around on the floor, looking so hilarious that in my nervous state, I start laughing. My daughter follows suit. Stacy warily laughs as well, but I can tell it is rather forced. ------- Sometimes the obvious makes me glad I don't work in a dangerous work environment. The girls and I have just spent the last five minutes in my daughter's bedroom. Them sitting on her bed, mostly looking at the floor, while I try and get, what should have been plain as day, out of them. My wife took the gift as a joke, and tossed it. I guess she had no idea how much they cost, or that I... well never mind. My daughter, so much for sweet and innocent, retrieved it. She then blackmailed my son into using it. That is another discussion, for another time. I had to ask if Tracy, my daughter, had feelings for Timmy, my son. She looked at me in disgust. So before she told me I was sick, I already knew the answer. I asked her if playing with a Clone of her bother's dick wasn't sicker than my question. Again a look, which told me she hadn't really thought of it that way. Then she shrugged her shoulders and told me it was safer than any other option she had. That was a point that I had never considered. My daughter needed to get off, just like a guy. Not being female, I didn't think about it. My wife should have, but then again... She did throw the toy away, so maybe she never did that as a teen. For my daughter, she'd be labeled a slut if any guy found out. It's unfair, but it's still a fact even today. Now came the embarrassing part... for me. My daughter realized that I knew that the Clone was my son's and that I thought my wife had made it. She and Stacy had a good laugh at my expense. The next question was one I hadn't anticipated. Apparently Stacy had been in on the whole thing, right from the start. She was looking at my crotch and asked if I'd shaved. I pulled a pillow in front of me, as they laughed again. While they might have thought I was trying to hide it, as though they could see; the real reason was that the question and who it was from, had made me hard. I didn't need any more questions of that sort. ------- Before I could get away, I am thinking once again, 'What the hell is going on?' They want to keep my Clone, and they want the other, smaller one, as well! What the hell am I supposed to say? ------- The End ------- Posted: 2006-12-22 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------