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Watching You
by Pskao (pskao@juno.com)
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A boy has been watching his father and wants to grow to
be just like him. (FFm, ped, inc, 1st, orgy)
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The first time I remember him saying it was when he was
just a little boy and I had to stop real fast at a
traffic light. His fries went flying and his orange
drink wound up in his lap. He said a naughty word that
begins with "S" and I was surprised, so I asked him
where he learned that. He said, "I've been watching you,
dad. I want to be just like you."
Now, I'm not exactly the person I'd've picked to be the
model for my son, so when we got home, I went to the
barn to pray. That night before putting my son to bed,
he prayed to God like he was talking to his friend. I
asked him where he learned to pray like that, and he
said, "I've been watching you, dad. I want to be just
like you."
I've got lots of daughters, but he's my only son, so it
made me proud when I caught him doing a minor repair job
on a light switch. I made sure he'd turned the circuit
breaker for that switch off before asking him where he
learned that. He said, "I've been watching you, dad. I
want to be just like you."
When I caught him repairing the deck and then painting
it properly, he said, "I've been watching you, dad. I
want to be just like you." He began doing chores like
taking out the garbage and mowing the lawn without
having anyone nag him, and he said, "I've been watching
you, dad. I want to be just like you." By the time he
was 12, he was able to make minor repairs on the
tractor. "I've been watching you, dad. I want to be just
like you."
He made me real proud of him.
Within a month of his 13th birthday, I caught him
fucking my wife, his mother. He was making her cum, too!
More than once! I stayed and watched. When he was done,
he just said, "I've been watching you dad. I want to be
just like you."
I said, "Well, you're not supposed to fuck your own
mother."
He said, "You do. You fuck great-grandma too! And all
the women living here!"
My wife said, "He's right, you know. You know you do."
"Yeah, well, it's still illegal, so don't let anyone
know about it!" I replied.
"I won't, dad. I've been watching you. I know how to
keep my mouth shut," said my boy.
My wife said, "Don't you think it's time you told him? I
think he's already figured out most of it!"
So that evening, I told him about our family. We are
what the anthropologists call an "extended family," not
a "nuclear family." We own a valley in the foothills of
the Sierra Nevadas --it's actually more like the space
between the toes of the foothills, the toes being a
couple of ridgelines. We have a year-round creek as well
as a couple of wells, several orchards, we grow our own
vegetables in the garden, and have a small herd of cows
and also run chickens. Mostly what we enjoy out here in
the middle of nowhere is our privacy. I didn't need to
tell this to my son as he grew up knowing it.
He also knows that he and I are the only males living in
our compound. I got his ma pregnant when I was 15 and
she was 13, so we got married. My own ma wasn't even 14
when she had me, and her ma was barely 14 when she had
her, as was her ma when she had her. All of the women in
the family proved they were fertile until their mid-50s,
so of the women living in the valley, only women about
the age of my great-grandma (she was about 56 or 57
then) or older were no longer able to make babies.
What I now told my son was new to him, I think. Every
human being has one mother and one father, so half a
person's ancestors are male and half are female.
However, there's something quirky in the males of my
family. We mostly produce girls. Take me, for an
example. I'd been sexually active since I was 13, and I
got my wife pregnant with our son when I was 15, and I
continued being sexually active until our son was
delivered all safe and healthy. For about three years, I
fucked every woman in my family and got them all
pregnant, even great-great-grandma who had her last
child, a daughter, when she was 56. Frankly, I'm not
going to say how many daughters I have, but it's more
than 10 and less than 30.
My great-grandma, grandma, and ma all convinced me to
get a vasectomy after our son was born. It's hard making
enough money to keep our valley and feed us all. Many of
the women found husbands and moved away, but there's
still at least two in every generation through great-
great-grandma' generation. She's 70 now. There's lots of
younger women ranging from a few months younger than my
son to a couple of years older than him. These are all
my daughters. I've only fucked my girls when they asked
me to and then only after they've turned 13. Ahh,
there's something special about sliding your dick into
your wet, warm, willing daughter!
My son asked, "Where's your dad? Who was he? Did I ever
know him?"
Smart guy, my son. My dad was also my great-great-
grandpa. He was great-great-grandma's husband, and also
great-grandma's husband, and grandma's husband, and ma's
husband. It took him a very long time to produce a boy,
and he was really old when he finally did. As I said,
the men in our family mostly produce girls. I think
fucking all these women wore him out. He was a few years
older than great-great-grandma, too, but he died when I
was around 10. I added, "I'm glad you'll be able to help
me, son!"
I heard my wife say, "So am I!"
My son asked, "Does that mean I can fuck all the women
too?
I love fucking mom!"
"Sure does, son," I said. "You'll probably be getting
them pregnant, too! Wanna be a daddy?"
"Oh boy! Can I get you pregnant, mom?" he said.
"I've always wanted more kids. I mean, I don't blame
you, honey, for getting that vasectomy, what with all
the other girls you've made, but I want more kids of my
own!" she said to me, then to our son, "Yes, dear, I'll
let you fuck me every day until I get pregnant. Maybe
the other women will want to have more babies, too! It's
been almost 13 years since we've had any new babies
here."
"But, son! Keep away from the girls! They're too young
to get pregnant! I know, I know! I got your ma pregnant
when she was 13, but I could marry her! You can't marry
your great-aunts, aunts, or cousins!" I warned my son.
"And also, son, if a girl or woman says 'NO' she means
'NO' and you're not to force her! That's rape, and just
about the thing that will get you kicked out of the
valley!"
My son didn't want to lose all that nookie, so he never
raped anyone. All the women, including my great-great-
grandma, said "YES" to him though. And if a woman could
get pregnant, she did get pregnant. We had a baby-boom
in that valley.
When my son turned 18, I took him and a couple of his
sisters (legally, an aunt and great-aunt) to town to
show him how we earned enough money to keep the valley.
You don't think we made enough from ranching and farming
to keep it, do you?
When I say "to town" I mean to a bordello over the
border in Nevada. The women in my family are all very
good looking, all love to fuck, and are all expert
fuckers. Some are kinkier than others, and it's the
kinky ones who make the most money as prostitutes in
Nevada. The bordellos are very cautious about the health
of their workers and their clients, so we've never
caught any diseases working there.
Before my son started getting women pregnant, the
population of the valley slowly dropped as women found
husbands and moved away. When there were a lot of women
there, I'd take a couple of women to the bordello for a
week, and then bring a different pair the next month.
Twenty-four women each working a week earn a lot of
money in a bordello. Before my son got my wife pregnant,
we were down to two women every six months, which was
enough to pay all our expenses and keep us going.
Now that my son was making babies, we had to start up
our trips to the bordello again. It'd been five years,
and all my son was producing was girls. Two women a
month was not quite enough. We were having to go two
women every three weeks to meet expenses. Fortunately,
some of my son's older sisters were now old enough to
work, and they helped bring in more money, being younger
than my own sisters. Remember, ma, grandma, and great-
grandma were also my sisters.
I wanted my son to help me with our family business.
When I asked him on the way back with the women if he
could handle it, he said, "Sure, dad. I've been
watching. I want to be just like you."
"Then you'll need to find a wife outside the family,
just like I did. Maybe you won't have to wait 50 years
to make a boy like my dad did," I said.
"Where'd you find mom?" he asked.
"I grew up to be just like my dad," I said. "I met your
mom when my dad brought me to the bordello. She was the
daughter of one of the working ladies."
My aunt/sister piped up, "Loreen has a girl. I think
she's 12 now. She was mighty cute when I saw her."
Loreen was one of the working girls at the bordello. She
was only about 26 herself. I guess the guy who got her
pregnant didn't want to marry her.
The next trip, my son met Loreen's girl. After the girl
turned 13, my son took her cherry and got her pregnant.
Loreen was shocked when my son asked her to marry him,
and was even more shocked when me and all the rest of us
approved. She thought her daughter would grow up to be a
prostitute like she and her own ma. Knowing our family,
she probably will be in a few years, but my son married
her first.
I told my son that if the kid was a boy, the women in
the family would be wanting him to get a vasectomy. He
just said, "I know. I've been watching you, dad. I want
to be just like you."
The End
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
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 system.
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