Just Another Day (Mb, F-solo, voyeur, extreme-ped, inc, anal)
By Silent Steps

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Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to
actual persons living or deceased is entirely coincidental. If
you are under eighteen years old, or if it is illegal in your
community to read explicit stories depicting sex between adults
and minors, or if you are offended by such material, close this
and go do something else. Do not contact me attempting to arrange
illegal activities or the trading of illegal material. In short,
let's keep this legal - that way, we can keep it fun. Thank you.

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	It was a sunny and dry June morning. Sylvia Aubern was washing
the dishes, looking the part of a traditional housewife in her
apron and modest dress. Her dense brunette hair was tied up in a
bun, and her conservative clothes somehow seemed to enhance the
width of her child-baring hips. She looked every bit the part of
the mother that she was. And she was more than happy with the
life she had been blessed with.

	Back home, she had been both sexually and emotionally repressed.
Society's roles and rules had been hammered into her from an
early age - but so had something else. Her uncle, bless his
heart, had made love to her when she was only six. It had been
the most liberating moment of her life; her first orgasm, her
first taste of semen, her first kiss. But watching him be taken
away and put in prison had been traumatic. They tried so hard to
convince her she was a victim, and that the source of the trauma
was the pleasure she'd shared with that gentle man. She quickly
learned that this was the fate of so many young girls and boys,
and it broke her heart. How could sex innately harm a child? Try
as they might, they could not sell Sylvia the official line.
	
	How excited she had been to discover the Community ten years
ago.

	Even now, the heavy, rhythmic slapping of skin against skin
echoed through the walls of her home as she washed her forks and
knives. She shut her eyes to listen. It was the music of sex. The
sound of a family, doing the things families do. The sound of a
loving father pounding away into one of the very children he
helped bring into being. Now, which one could it be?
	
	Sylvia listened hard, trying to divine who was whom from the
sounds. The thing about small children is that their moans are
all so high pitched, it is hard even for a mother to distinguish
who it belongs to. It couldn't be little Cassie. Her father could
only fit a little past the head of his cock into her, and that
wasn't enough for such full, firm thrusts... anally was possible,
but you'd still need to be gentler than that a child so little.
It could have been her older sister, Lucy. Both of that girl's
holes could be pounded like that, and frequently were. Or maybe
it was Samuel, the pretty middle child of 7. The boy with an ass
so cute and round it made her want to nibble on the cheeks.
	
	Curious, Sylvia paused her dishwashing and shut off the faucet,
stepping out into the hallway for a better look.

	Now she could recognize Samuel's 7 year old voice gasping
"daddy" between a few of the thrusts. She peeked into his room
with a smile. She had always admired the unique beauty of man/boy
love, especially when the man was as handsome as this one. Her
husband, Terrance, had such a beautiful body. A strong bald head,
a tightly muscled back... and not a bad ass either. It was
delightful to see how his muscles worked atop a small child.
Aside from his voice, the only sign of little Samuel was a pair
of cute little feet up around his father's haunches. The rest of
him was completely obscured by his parent.

	Sylvia's sex grew more and more flushed against her panties. She
loved watching Terrance fuck his special boy. But she didn't want
to interfere, either. She just peeped, taking pride in her son's
ability to take every inch of her husband's considerable girth.
She would never use such language around her children, but
internally she thought 'what a little anal slut he is.'

	Samuel was a pretty little raven-haired cutie, with the sweetest
and most kissable thick lips you ever saw on a boy. He got those
from his mother, Sylvia mused - those and his tight little bubble
butt. And sure enough, the boy seemed to crave anal like a drug,
to the point where even Sylvia would end up fingering him while
playing with his adorable little penis. He always responded well
to anything up his tight, pink anus - but nothing like the cock
that brought him into this world.

	"Oh daddy..." The boy's soft little voice cooed again, his hands
lacing around the strong neck above him. Samuel pulled himself up
and buried his face in the familiar forest of his father's chest
hairs.
	
	"You're so warm..." Terrance replied in a choked voice, leaning
down to kiss the boy on the top of the head as he groped at the
two cute buns he was pounding so hard at. That thick adult cock
was in a truly wonderful place. Sylvia imagined that it was being
exquisitely massaged by the muscles of the child's orifice,
heated by the oven-like passage beyond. She knew how it felt
around her fingers, so her husband had to be on cloud nine!
	
	To Sylvia's delight, the position got even sexier. The boy was
pulled upright onto his daddy's bent legs, face to face. Father
and son kissed in this position  - a soft, gentle kiss on the
lips, like any father would give to his child. Then the boy's
legs were grasped by his father's larger, stronger hands and
lifted, turning him in place.
	
	Submitting to this, Samuel hooked one arm around Terrance's neck
and maneuvered himself until his back was pressed up where his
face has been. He got his adorable little toes kissed along the
way, causing him to giggle as he unsteadily adjusted himself upon
his father's shaft. For Sylvia, this was a perfect position,
because Samuel's cute boy dick bounced upright in a full, preteen
erection. Terry's sac, larger and neatly haired, formed a pillow
for the boys tighter and hairless scrotum.
	
	Terry grabbed his boy by the waist and chest, leaned back, and
began to hammer upwards while Samuel slammed his hips right back.
They began to mate furiously, adult and child, that cute little
boy dick bouncing in place. After a few thrusts, Terrance's big
strong fingers grasped the juvenile dick and began to stroke it
tenderly in time to the thrusts.

	"Ahhhhh... I love you, daddy!" The child heaved as his ass
pinkened from the 'spanking' of his father's hips. The slaps were
even louder than before.
	
	"I love you too, big guy." growled his father in reply, never
letting up.
	
	Sylvia could see that her husband's balls were tightening. She
bit her thumb and closed her eyes, listening to their mutual
moans as they got louder, louder, and then turned strained as
Terrance squirted inside Samuel's little ass. He always shot a
huge load, enough that the child would feel it spurting hotly on
the walls of his colon. Little Samuel would keep it inside him
for hours, Sylvia knew, because he loved the way it tingled in
his guts. Perhaps he was having a dry orgasm in his excitement,
or maybe the tingle of cum pouring in him was enough to make him
make such happy sounds. Either way, Samuel was in his happy
place.
	
	Deciding it best to leave the boys in their afterglow, Sylvia
crept outside for some fresh air. Her panties were damp, but that
wasn't uncommon in this household. Or in the Community in
general. There would be time to take care of her own needs later.
She had three beautiful children to fuck, after all!
	
	Sylvia sat in the swing on their porch and slid her hand down
her panties, stroking herself leisurely as she drank in the
wonderful weather. Throughout the town, with its green grasses
and white picket fences, cocks and tongues and fingers were
plunging in and out of tiny vaginas and bottoms, and sperm was
unloading into children's mouths. The place would be a horror
story to so many people... but in reality, to those who
understood, it was paradise. A safe haven, hidden away from the
repressive world, where child and adult could lay together and be
celebrated in it.
	
	To Sylvia, and to many others, this was home.