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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- John's Accident by PeeWee (address withheld) *** After a brutal Moto-Cross accident, a boy's recovery brings his whole family together, getting his mother, then his father, and even his sister to help him gain relief from his young urges. (MFfb, ped, family-inc, mast, oral, anal, bi, 1st, preg) *** Part 1 - The Set Up My wife Linda and I were blessed with two great kids, Lucy now 14 and John just 12. Lucy was growing into quite a voluptuous young woman. Like every girl her age she had become aware of boys, and when her girl friends were over they talked of nothing else. John had gotten interested in Moto-Cross a couple of years ago and had risen through the ranks quite quickly. This is when tragedy struck. He was in an end-of-season race when he took a jump, one not unlike many he had taken before, fell, and was promptly assaulted by 12 other bikes and riders. He had broken several bones and his pelvis, and was in the hospital for 4 months. They finally allowed him to come home if we could provide a safe and pleasant environment for him. We rented a hospital bed with a trapeze bar so he could lift himself, and we set up his room with a TV, radio, stereo and a panel so he could work the lights and all the other equipment from his bed. I even set up an intercom to all the rooms so he could always call us. Linda had to take a course in patient care. Finally they inspected everything and allowed him to come home. He was still in a full body cast that went from his chest, just under his nipples, down to mid thigh. He had to wear these ridiculous orange terrycloth shorts that had snaps along the sides where the seams should be, so you could take them off without moving the patient around too much. The next month went along just fine; my wife got into a routine. When I came home from work I would always sit with John and talk over the day. The doctors had told us to spend a lot of time with him to avoid any depression problems. Part 2 - The Beginning That’s when the shit hit the fan, so to speak. My sister-in-law was having a baby and, of course, she wanted her sister present. The call came in the middle of the night, she was in labor. Linda and Lucy jumped in the car and took off. Linda left a list of instructions a mile long. Morning came and John started calling on the intercom. I jumped out of bed and ran to his room. "Dad," he exclaimed, as I entered the room, "You're naked!" I always slept in the raw and in my panic I had just forgotten to put on my robe. “Never mind that,” I yelled, “what's wrong?” “I gotta pee,” was his reply. I handed him the urinal and turned my back. “Dad,” he said, “I need help!” I had not realized that he couldn't unsnap his shorts or reach his prick because of the cast. I unsnapped the shorts and pulled the fabric aside. I was shocked to see he had a morning hard-on. I was a little proud of his maturing young manhood. I manoeuvred the urinal over it, and bent it down using just the urinal. “Dad,” he said, “it's OK to touch it, Mom does it all the time.” He let go with a stream I thought would never stop, almost filling the urinal. When he was done I went to the bathroom and emptied it and rinsed it out. When I returned to the room his cock was still sticking straight up. I guessed it to be about 6 inches. Quite a tool for a 12-year old, I thought. “What else do you need?” I asked. “Could you cover me up?” he replied. “Oh, sure,” I said, and pulled the shorts back up. “Dad, your dick is getting bigger!” John said, as I hurriedly finished and quickly left the room. I had always had a yearning for young boys and often noticed them at the Moto-Cross. I noticed them at the mall. I noticed them at the neighborhood plunge, seeing their little cocks outlined in their Speedos. I guess I was a closet paedophile. But I never acted on those urges, I valued my freedom and my family. Upon returning to my room, I lay on my bed and jacked of with such exuberance I came within seconds, spraying cum all over the place. As I was cleaning up I found some on the hope chest at the foot of the bed. I can't remember shooting that far since I was a young kid myself. Part 3 - Learning the routine About 10 that morning I was once again summoned to John's room. He told me he had to go to the bathroom again. I undid his shorts and grabbed the urinal. “No, Dad,” he said, “the bedpan.” Oh shit, I had not even considered that. I confessed ignorance of the operation and let John explain what had to be done. As he lifted himself with the bar I slid the bedpan under him. After several plops and one huge fart he said he was done. I removed the bedpan and he looked at me rather annoyed while still hung onto the trapeze. “WIPE!” he yelled. I put down the pan and grabbed the toilet paper on his bedside table. I reached under and wiped his little behind. After putting everything back in order, I returned to my recliner. I had just settled down when the phone rang. Linda's sister was still in labor, and I told Linda she had omitted a couple of things from the list. The bedpan, the urinal! She admitted she had forgotten those things. She apologized, “But,” she said, “he might need a bath, though he should be OK until I get home.” What I thought would be a just a few days was turning out to be more. The next few days went off just fine as John and I settled into a routine like he and his mother had. On the sixth day, things changed. I was dozing in my recliner when John yelled again. I had become accustomed to his bellow now and was not responding as quick. I strolled down the hall to his room and as I entered I noticed an obvious tent in his shorts. His little 6-incher was standing up proud and straight. “Dad, Mom sometimes helps me when I get like this.” “Like what?” I questioned. “Mom says it’s a thing that happens to boys and men sometimes. I think she said it was called blue balls. Anyway, my nuts hurt.” I asked him how his Mother helped him. He blushed and said she jerked him off. Although I knew that was probably how she cured his condition I was still a little shocked. “Please help me, Dad.” He confided in me that he had started jerking off about a year before his accident, when his friend Billy had showed him how. Also, he said, he did it at least once a day, sometimes more. I told him it was OK; I had done it when I was his age too. I took off his shorts and stared at his young cock. He was so hard that the head seemed to be throbbing. It was shiny and red. “Come on, Dad, it hurts,” he begged. I reached around his little shaft and started to rub up and down, it really didn't take long, lasting for less than a minute before he said he was cumming. I wasn't really surprised until he started to shoot. The first shot actually hit the ceiling. Then shot after shot continued to spurt out the end of his swelling cock. “More,” he said. I stroked him several more times and he began to spew more cum, not as strong, but MORE and MORE. I could not believe the amount of cum exploding from this 12-year old boy. “Wow! I don't usually cum that much when Mom does it,” he said, “but Mom always puts down a towel to sop it up.” After changing his sheets, blanket, and his shorts. I sat down in an overstuffed chair we had moved into his room. “Dad, do you still masturbate?” he asked. “If I'm right, you look like you need to do it now!” Not being able to hide my obvious erection I admitted that I often jerked off. “But don't you and Mom...?” I said, “Of course, but sometimes Mom isn’t in the mood or sometimes I just feel like it.” “Would you let me watch, Dad?” I wasn't too sure about this but I had just jerked him off. The normal father-son relationship was out the window, but I overcame the desire to stroke my own cock and left the room. Part 4 - The Act Nothing more happened until the next day when my wife called again and said her sister still had not delivered. She might be a couple more days, and I should give John a sponge bath. I took John in his lunch and told him that I would be giving him a bath after lunch. I noticed a small grin appear on his face. I came into the room with a dishpan full of warm water and a washcloth. I washed his upper body, I moved down to his feet and legs. “Daddy, you have to wash my cock too.”(The little devil) I undid his shorts and started soaping his cock and balls. In no time he had a full erection. “My butt, too, Daddy.” I reached under him and ran my washcloth-covered finger up and down between his cheeks. All of a sudden I was overcome by the urge to suck on his little cock. I swallowed the whole thing and began to massage his balls. I could feel his boyhood swell in my mouth. He began to shoot. I remembered the amount of cum that could build up in my little boy, and took the first few shots, but pulled off and let the rest out on its own. After he had recovered from my unexpected blow job he looked up at me with those big blue eyes and asked if I had ever had my cock sucked like that. I told him that his Mother had done it many times. “Yea,” he said, “she does it real good.” Suddenly he put his hands across his mouth, as if trying not to let anything else escape from within. I asked just what else he and his mother had been up to. Nothing, he said. All I said was “JOHN!!” It all came out, faster than his cum. My wife had been giving our young son quite an education. She had showed him how to suck her tits. She had gotten on the bed and lowered her dripping cunt onto his face and taught him how to lick her pussy, and to top it off, had tried to get his cock into her pussy, but the cast had prevented her from doing so. She had been caught one day while sucking him off by my 14-year old daughter, Lucy. Lucy at first was totally disgusted by the whole scene, as Linda was completely nude. That is, until she pulled back and allowed Lucy to see her brother’s swollen cock. “Mommy,” she said, “he's got a big one, hasn't he?” “How would you know?” my wife asked. Suddenly caught by her own words, she confessed she had given her Uncle Sam a blow job. He was my wife's little brother. “That little fart!” she exclaimed. He was only two years older than Lucy, but still my wife was furious. She sat down in the chair. John's prick still standing to attention, and her own pussy dripping, Lucy asked if she could look at John's prick. John said Mom just waved her hand and Lucy came over to look. “Dad,” John said, “then something happened.” “What happened?” I asked. “It went down, it just shrunk.” he said. “What happened then?” I enquired. “Well, Lucy started to rub it and it started growing again. Then it was all hard again. Why did that happen, Dad?” I explained that he was embarrassed when his sister looked at him, but her rubbing took over his natural urges and his cock just naturally grew. I asked if he wanted to tell me any more, and he said just one more thing: Mom and Lucy, when they have finished me off play with each other. I asked what they did, and he told me they licked each other's pussy. “I thought there was something wrong with Mom. She started shaking and flopping around in the chair.” “I've seen her do that, too,” I said. “She told me she climaxed. What is that, Dad?” he asked. I told him that's what a woman does when she cums, it's just like when he cums. Part 5 - The Home Coming Early the next day my wife and Lucy arrived with much fanfair, the baby had finally made an appearance and it was a boy. We went into John's room and told him about the baby. We sat and talked for half an hour and then Linda got up to fix dinner. John said he had to pee and Lucy jumped up, undid his shorts, grabbed his dick and placed it in the urinal. Then she turned to me and said “Mom sometimes has me help him when she's busy.” “Lucy, I know everything.” I said. She blushed and said, “What do you mean?” “John told me all about your helpful activities.” She started to cry saying that Mom made her do it. “That's not the way I heard it,” I said. “John's lying.” “Now, Lucy, you know he's not.” We both looked around to see Linda standing in the doorway. Lucy burst into tears again. “Lucy, stop crying, and finish helping your brother.” Linda looked at me, and then went back to the kitchen. I jumped up and followed her. I sat down at the kitchen table and she let it all out. She said if I wanted she would leave me the kids and never come back. I said that I had really missed her and if she would lean over the kitchen table I would overlook everything. She dropped her pants and panties and took her position. I jumped up and was out of my pants in seconds. I pushed my 9" shaft up her love channel in one motion all the way to the hilt. I pumped in and out until I blasted my warm male juice into her womb. She shook like John had said. As she was coming down from her climax, I said “Anyway, who did you think took over from you and Lucy while you were away?” As we were dressing Lucy came into the kitchen. “Gawd, Daddy, you got an even bigger one than John!” “Lucy, why don't you show your father how good a cocksucker you are?” said my wife. “Mommmm!!” “It's all OK. You know, John told him everything,” Linda assured her. “Yea, but Mom, John is one thing, but that's Daddy.” “Suck it, Lucille Marie!” When Linda used the kid's full name she meant business. Lucy dropped to her knees in front of me and sucked in my wilting cock. Ten minutes later I was filling my sweet 14 year old’s mouth with my cum. She pulled off and sat back on her butt up against a kitchen cabinet. “Gosh, Dad, it sure took you a long time to cum. I was ready to give up.” Then she said, “You just fucked Mom, didn't you? I could taste her pussy juices on your cock!” Part 6 - More Happenings Over the next few months we continued our new life. Lucy stopped focusing so much on boys. One day I asked why and she told me that now she had her brother and me she didn't need other boys. She came to me at least twice a week and crawled into bed with us. She knew she would always end up getting fucked and then eaten by her mother. She loved it. A week before his 13th birthday John got his cast off. He was thrilled by his new freedom. While he was recovering we had a hot tub installed on our patio. The first thing he wanted to do was get in the hot tub. He asked if we could all go in naked. Not that we would have declined his wish anyway but we were all happy to oblige him. He was so happy as we all lounged and let the bubbles massage every part of our bodies. “Dad,” he asked coyly, “would you let me fuck Mom? Lucy told me you were fucking her, so would it be alright if I fucked Mom on my birthday?” “Why wait?” I said. I called Lucy over and she climbed on my lap. My erect cock slid up her lovely cunt, all the way until her swollen pussy lips contacted the base of my cock. John motioned to his mother and said “Mom?” “John, if I did that to you, you would drown! You come over here and stick that mighty cock into your Mama's cunt.” He jumped up and tripped. He fell right into his mother's arms. She cuddled and comforted him. His mother knew just what to do, shifting her hips around and spreading her legs wide as his raging hard-on slide into its appointed target. “Mom! It's in.” “Of course, honey, now just push it in and out, but do it slowly.” A week later when I went to wake up John he was laying on his stomach. As I looked at those beautiful little round globes my desire to have my cock in a virgin asshole came flooding back. I bent down and ran my tongue between his cheeks to his little rosebud. I pushed it in and he began to stir. “Oh, Dad, is that you?” “Yes,” I said. “Oh, Dad, it feels so good.” I got up between his legs, spit on my hand and rubbed it all over my cock. It mixed with some precum, already dripping from the end. I spread his cheeks and spit again into his little hole. I then leaned forward until my cockhead spread the little hole. It stretched the tight sphincter until it finally gave way and I slide in a few inches. I heard him groan and asked if he was OK. “It hurt a little bit, but it's OK now,” he said. I plowed my cock in the rest of the way and pistoned in and out like a jackhammer. I came like a canon and filled his young virgin bowel with my steaming fuck juice. “Well, you like butt holes too! You never tried that with us!” Lucy and my wife were watching. I'm not sure how long they had been there, however I soon remedied that, plowing both Lucy and her mother that very afternoon, and many times thereafter. Epilogue We bought a new California King bed for our bedroom. After that, the kids never slept in their own bedrooms unless they were sick, or when relatives came over. Lucy got pregnant and had the baby on her 19th birthday. We didn't know if it was mine, or John's, but no one really cared. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 47