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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.
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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.
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