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My Step-mom's RN FOV
by ZWolfen (address withheld)
***
A man discovers unknown things about himself and his
younger, step-mom as she aids in his recovery from a
motorcycle crash. His FOV (Field-Of-Vision) is
critical to his improvement and changes. (MFgg,
extreme-ped, oral, mast, 1st, exh)
***
The last thing I remember about the wreck was the
door opening in front of me. I was riding my vintage
Norton motorcycle on a nice, sunny day when an idiot
in a parked SUV decided to open his door without
checking his mirror. The judge said it all when he
awarded me damages, both punitive and medical. He
informed the idiot he was lucky I wasn't a bus. I
would have fared a LOT better had I been on a bus...
not much worse had I been under the bus.
When I was finally somewhat aware in the hospital,
the doctor totaled up the damages. Both knees had to
be replaced, my left side from shoulder to ankle was
scraped raw but my leathers had saved me a lot of
skin. Only minimal grafts were needed. The bottom
line was that at 52, living alone, I was going to
need extensive care for about six months or until my
knees healed. The neurologist wasn't as positive
about possible brain damage from the concussion.
My $1700 helmet had kept my skull in one piece. It
couldn't prevent the rattling around of my brain pan
as my head banged on the pavement after it "glanced"
off the bottom of the SUV door. At least that's what
the police report said. I didn't remember any of the
painful parts... only the "OH SHIT!!" part when that
SUV door opened in my IMMEDIATE FOV.
Once I was pronounced "capable" by my attending MDs
and Esq.s, the paperwork flooded in for my
signatures. I could barely feed myself and read LARGE
type and I had a pile of fine print I was to read and
sign. That's when Jax showed up and took over. She
may have salvaged what sanity I had left. Jax,
Jacquline, my much younger step-mom, a mom I hadn't
seen in 12 years and other than an Xmas card, no
contact of any sort. Jax stepped in and took care of
it all... the legal, medical and even the "care"
part.
Jax hired an ambulance to transport my busted up and
mostly braced encased, body to her house. Going to my
place wasn't an option... too many stairs and no
bedrooms on the ground floor. I was settled into the
so-called master bedroom and bath at Jax's house, my
dad's place until he died and left the property to
Jax along with her two girls, my half-sisters...
Annie and Katie, nine and eleven respectively.
My Dad had married when Jax was she was nineteen. Mom
had died of liver failure and my dad was determined
to marry again. I got a large and equitable monetary
settlement when he died and wouldn't have to work
again if I avoided extravagances. Good thing... my
injuries made brushing my teeth labor intensive and
impossible.
Jax and I had always been civil and I didn't begrudge
her the settlement my Dad had left her. Pop was not
an easy man to live with. He was never cruel or
physical with Mom or me but he was rarely, if ever,
what one would call "a warm man". He had his demands
and expected them to be met. I left home the day
after high school graduation and the last time I'd
seen my Dad was at my Mom's funeral. I'd skipped his
wedding Jax.
Now, I was glad to see her and anyone else that could
help me. I was essentially encased in various medical
wraps and braces. My face was uncovered but my jaw
was wired shut. Movement and unpackaged was
restricted to fingers sticking out from wraps, the
toes of one foot likewise and my groin area. Movement
wasn't the issue but at least my package wasn't all
wrapped up and seemed to work as I kept the piss-bag
full. Good thing... my jaw meant a liquid diet and IV
fluid replacement. This was going to be my
"condition" for at least six weeks... then I was
scheduled for some unwrapping and hopefully, wire
removal.
Jax's bedroom was actually very well-appointed and
easy to the eye. Vision was about the only thing I
had that I could control. At least within the
limitations of my neck/shoulder bracing. My head
could be moved or turned but I wasn't allowed to do
it. Jax had to release a couple of hooks I couldn't
even see, carefully turn my head and then refasten
the hooks.
She controlled my "field of vision... FOV" and to my
mute, except for something that sounded like grunts
to me... I don't know what they sounded like to Jax
but she usually smiled as if she "got it" when she
would ask, "Like?" I sure made some different grunts,
to my motionless amazement, because of what my
"VisTech." determined to be the content of what I was
viewing in her selected field.
It began on my third day in her bedroom. Up to then,
it was establishing "duties", instructions on "how
to" for the girls and getting a national schedule for
me set up. During that time, Jax was like a Chatty
Cathy doll on steroids... she talked to the girls, to
me, to herself and answered for me and herself. The
girls giggled most of the time but were VERY
attentive listeners in the "how to" parts, even the
piss tube bag parts. No one, including me, could tell
if I was blushing as I listened to the girls'
instructions. My frontal lobe was but I don't know
how far it went.
Day three began at 8A with Jax opening the curtains
and blinds. Making sure I wasn't looking into any
direct or reflected sunlight. She was talking as
usually as she set up for my morning wash of what
could be washed... there wasn't much. It was then my
FOV saw something different. Jax had been dressing
sport/casual... sweats, jogging pants, jeans etc.
This a.m., she had on a flimsy, almost transparent
tank-top and a pair of short and baggy running
shorts. Jax was a stacked babe. I figured, those all-
natural multi-D cups, were why dad had married her.
I'd never seen her in a swimsuit, let alone like she
was currently attired.
Her D's were firm and jostled as she moved. The
nipples were HARD and at least an inch long. She was
tanned with well-patterned freckles between those
monster tits. I was staring but I had no options even
I wanted... she was on a verbal roll about something
and making sure all I could really see in my FOV were
her firm, huge tits shifting around under that see-
thru top.
Then something else new happened. I became aware that
my uncovered package was reacting to the visual
stimulus... even with the piss tube still inserted. I
hadn't felt much down there. My piss flowed when
needed and when it wanted and I had begun to even
ignore those events. Not anymore... especially after
Jax stopped her Chatty and whispered in a throatier
voice... things reacted. Her huge tits left the FOV
but my newly-awakened package told me she was suiting
action to whisper.
Her hands were cradling my ball sack as she gave my
whole package a tongue-bath. This was accompanied by
her slowly with-drawing my piss tube, comforted by
the fact she had whispered to "go if ya gotta go"
into her mouth. That was still spinning in my frontal
lobe as she slowly sucked my hardening cock down into
her throat.
She kept it there, massaging it with unbelievable
muscle and breathing control as she used her tongue
and finger-tips to keep my nuts well-soaked and
loaded. I fired my cum load directly into her belly
if my senses were reporting accurately... except a
mouthful she saved to show me before she re-inserted
her spit-wet Big D's back into my FOV... she wanted
me to have a clear view as she pulled off her top and
massaged those monsters for my benefit. She leaned
over and looking me in the eye with a coy smile, took
my still flexing cock and rubbed the seeping fluid on
her hard, extended nipples... if my senses were
accurate. I only could see her eyes.
Then she stood up and holding each of her tits,
licked the nipple clean of the sticky slime. It had
been over three months since I'd cum for ANY reason.
With so much else banged up, I hadn't thought much
about it. I was informed that the quantity of my cum
load and its tastiness, it was no-longer going to be
an ignored package. My cock got a kiss and my ear a
whisper before Jax skipped out of the room bouncing
her tits. She hadn't re-inserted the piss-tube...
Chatty Whisper told me there was a pitcher on the
floor or more than one mouth for my use.
I no sooner had seen the tail end of Jax leave my FOV
then was pretty sure I felt the need to piss... at
almost the same moment, I felt smaller fingers and a
wet mouth latch on to the head of my now twitching
cock. I didn't have time to think about it or even
wonder, I just pissed and felt a gentle sucking on my
cock as I did. I finally felt empty and my cock
received a gentle lick and a kiss. I think. I was
just trying to focus as I once again felt the room
temp on my limpish cock. My blurry state thought I
saw a naked, tiny butt as it left my FOV. My
afternoon nap came easy after that.
The next few days are a bit blurry. My frontal lobe
was dealing with a HUGE amount of new input while
under generous dosages of antibiotics, pain killers,
IV mixes and most of all... brain-wrenching FOVs. Jax
kept my FOV fresh and kinky. Kinky to the point that
I began to wonder if it was the concussion, the
anesthesia or the drugs or all of it... was I really
as kinky and twisted as Jax had determined I was. I
was still grunting... pissing and staring.
My FOV set-up became a challenge for Jax. In what
might have been hours or even days, Jax made it plain
that she was walking around the house naked. Her body
was fantastic and her tits amazing. She kept her cunt
smooth and used a variety of pierced accessories. But
there was a lot more.
Annie and Katie, nine and eleven respectively. My
half-sisters also went around naked. Katie was the
brave one but Annie was always willing. It was a few
days before my mind, body and inner-self were able to
deal with and decide to accept everything that was
being not only offered, but as I was pretty much
helpless, forced on me.
For that period of time, I was made aware that I was
a kinky, twisted pedophile at the very least. Jax
planned my waking hours that way from the time she
opened the A.M. blinds and adjusted my first of many
FOVs for the day. I woke, trying to focus on her
massive, naked tits within licking and sucking
distance... if I could lick and suck. Jax would then
lean over and pick up the pitcher from the floor.
Making sure she and her tits were in my FOV, she
would drink down however much was in there. Even
though the piss tube was still out, my medicated
state made me unaware when I did piss. Except when it
was in someone's mouth.
Jax was the only one that made a point of making sure
I knew she was drinking direct from the source. One
or the other or both of the girls didn't. I never
knew which was holding my cock in her mouth, it just
happened. My kinked and twisted RN maintained she
could tell how my meds were doing by the taste of my
urine. She always licked her lips after. Guess they
were doing the job.
Whenever my cock showed signs of stirring, Jax, or
one of the girls, or all of them would appear and I'd
have a sucking mouth to tend to emptying my balls...
or bladder. My FOV range didn't allow for me to
witness it. Jax made sure I had a lot of other things
to witness. Kate and Annie, her "play babies", were
featured performers. They would masturbate their
tiny, smooth, pink slits and lick their fingers. Then
they would finger each other.
Then Jax would finger them both and they would put
their small fists in Jax's cunt and asshole. It
seemed endless, kinky sex play among two VERY willing
daughters /babies and their sex-ravenous mother. In a
weird way, they were doing it for me but I was also
their spotlight. Jax made sure all the kinky, incest-
pedophilia took place in the center of my narrow
FOV... her spotlight. That was my schedule for two
full weeks... a dazed response to whatever Jax could
concoct with her two baby girls to keep my mind
off... Morals? Guilt? Judgments? Turns out, I needed
a lot less pain meds when the "show was on."
Week three was a little different. I was able to
contribute something besides bodily fluids. It wasn't
much- just eye blinks but Jax had assembled a Q&A on
her iPad for me that was all "YES" or "NO" answers.
One blink for "yes"- two blinks for "no".
Sitting, wearing her black, horned-rimmed glasses and
naked, she covered all the bases as far as my health
and well-being while using one hand to toy with her
huge nipples. She went over my current condition and
treatments to come... .my medical schedules and
reminders as to how busted and scraped I was. That
was followed by her well-prepared Q & A as to how
that part of my recovery was going... yes/no blinks
that went on for about an hour. Jax had spent time
drafting the questions. Not just with the format but
wording them in such a way that the issues regarding
the kinky and sex-mad antics weren't issues for me to
ponder before blinking my response... .yet.
My naked interviewer took a break to tend to her RN
duties and sex therapies. She and the girls were
well-practiced at the care-giving routine. Jax
drained my bladder first and kept sucking until she
drained my balls of semen as well. Then she patiently
held one huge tit at my one exposed set of fingers
and ran the hard nipple over my digits as she fed me
my liquid lunch with a straw. The girls would double-
team when they did this routine.
Kate rigged a stool by my bed so she could sit with
her thin legs spread wide and rubbed her smooth,
well-lubed, pink "cunnie" over my fingers while Annie
handled the draining part with her small, warm and
eager mouth. They would swap care duties. Jax hissed
in my ear that we'd do the second part of the Q & A
with the babies after my nap. She disappeared from my
FOV as she gave me a second blow job to make sure I
slept well. Woman knew how to give proper care... I
wondered about "proper" as I went out... no need for
pain meds.
Waking up, my FOV came into focus. Jax was standing
naked with her hands on her hips and smiling at me.
She confirmed I was awake and focused and then her
naked babies popped out from behind her. Care was
provided before we settled down for the second part
of the Q & A. Jax held my straw, making sure I could
see her pulling and twisting her thick nipples in my
FOV.
She whispered a narration of what the naked babies
were doing. I was focused and recovered enough that I
knew one of the babies, Annie according to Jax, was
washing my ball sack with her tongue as Kate drank my
piss and sucked me hard. My cum withdrawal would cum
later, according to the narration hissing in my ear.
The second Q & A was a LOT different than the first.
The naked interviewer still wore her glasses and had
the well-prepared series of questions on her iPad.
But instead of my FOV being her mammoth tits and
nipples, Jax was seated further back, one long leg
and its ankle-strapped foot on my bed and the other
spread open with the spiked-heel on the floor. The
iPad was on one knee.
As she went through her list and I blinked my
answers, the play babies were scampering in and out
of my FOV. Jax had prepped this list even better than
the medical one. I only blinked twice (no) once. That
was at the end when she asked if I wanted anything to
stop.
She pretty much convinced me that I was just as
twisted and kinky as she and her play/sex babies,
with a series of questions that were asked as those
same babies demonstrated in my FOV. I watched and
blinked once to each question as the babies licked
their mom's dripping, spread cunt and sucked and
squeezed her huge tits and nipples. Jax played her
part and remained "professional" as her baby's
lavished mouths, tongues, fists and hands all over
and in her amazing body as she asked question after
question.
When the questions no longer concerned her
specifically, she stood at my side and held her big
tit and nipple at my fingers. Her sex babies had
coated her tits and nipples with their "cunnie sauce"
and saliva. Now they were in my FOV doing kiddie
kinkie with each other... licking and fingering their
own or each other's cunnies and making sure they kept
their lean legs spread for my viewing pleasure. There
was a long series of single (yes) blinks.
The last session was shorter and required less
blinking. MY FOV for this one changed. Annie had
carefully positioned herself, standing on my bed with
her feet on either side of my head. Jax had adjusted
the screws so I was staring up at Annie's moist, pink
cunny. Annie used her little fingers to spread her
smooth lips open and finger her cunnie. Then she
would let me suck her dripping fingers like my straw.
Kate fingered her sister and I sucked her fingers. As
did Jax while she finished up the last of the
questions. One blink that things would continue and
become more twisted and kinky as my recovery
progressed and my condition improved. My balls
erupted into the sex babies' mouths, as I blinked
twice for the first and last time to Jax's last
question of her Q & A. When she asked if I wanted
anything to "STOP".
It was three months before I was back in my place...
my FOV without mechanical aids. The stair problem had
been solved. I could do a lot more now besides piss,
cum and blink. One thing I couldn't do... Or was
ordered NOT to do... walk up and down the stairs. As
soon as I showed that I was going to be able to walk
around a bit, Jax arranged for a lift company to come
in and install a temporary rig to transport me up and
down the stairs. When I no longer required that, it
could be removed and no signs left. It was just a
nice seat that moved up and down the stairs using a
chain-drive electric motor... the play babies said I
was like a remote garage door.
I liked being back in my spaces, my optional FOV and
Jax wanted me there... at least for now. It wasn't
like I was self-sufficient and able to do all, just
slower and more carefully. I had a rigorous re-hab
schedule for knees, back and shoulders. I was pretty
much a saggy body with no muscle tone, artificial
joints and brittle bones. I was the BEFORE picture
for a lot of products.
The AFTER pic would never be me but Jax vowed to try
and try and make me try. I sorta shuffled around. I
could brush my teeth, take a piss in a toilet, cook
simple stuff in a kitchen, sit on regular furniture
and most of all... TALK and eat regular food. My FOV
was a lot better.
I still needed care but Jax wanted me to have the
option of where I got the care. It had been settled
we were going to continue a long relationship. It was
still evolving as to what all that involved, but the
play babies were part of it and Jax's house was also
part of it. She just wanted me to be at her place if
I wanted to be, not because I needed to be. I said
she was picking nits but I came back to my space.
Same spaces, familiar and optional FOVs- but nothing
had ever happened in those spaces like what was
pretty much daily occurrences in my spaces now. Jax
and/or the babies or all were here every day. It was
pretty much we all slept in mostly our own beds in
our own spaces but were together the rest of the
time. The girls had school. Jax ran errands and took
care of outside stuff. And she also took over all my
physical therapy. She had been an athlete and work-
out addict.
She was versed in working the human body. She had
taken classes and was well-briefed on what specifics
my bodily mess needed to get back to some sort of
decent mass. Because it was pretty much my whole
body, she had a regimen of work-outs for almost every
waking 30 minute stretch. My re-hab life was in 30
minute segments when PTJax was around. Exercise 30
minutes... R&R 30 minutes. My "day" started at six
A.M. and the daily-routine exercise-segments stopped
at six P.M.
While twisted and kinky was almost ALWAYS available
to me on request, Jax and the girls didn't let it
interfere with my re-hab. They did go overboard in
making my re-hab as twisted and kinky as they could
by using Jax's skills at creating a specific FOV. I
was weeks or months away from getting out and jogging
and all that other outdoor exercise I never did when
I could do it. My re-hab was stationary. There was
always TV, radio, even books-on-tape to distract from
the DRILL and repetition parts. Jax and the babies
had other methods.
Like at her house, Jax and the girls stripped the
minute they got in my door. Jax and I were always
naked while working out, except for the still needed
wraps and braces I had on. She would put a robe
around me between drills. Her body glistened with
sweat and just raw sex. Verbal encouragement, threats
and orders can all make someone "do one more". Jax
had her own methods. Even with the sweat sessions, I
would begin to rest and my cock would begin to notice
Jax or the girls. Unless I asked, it was back to work
and forget about it. Eventually, during the process
of her varied workouts and FOV stimulation, my cock
would get hard during the drill. Then it was just a
matter of what and whose sex hole I wanted to fuck
and cum in. It was my reward for a good work-out. I
was usually able to manage two "cummie breaks" as the
babies called our pauses in drill, before six P.M.
After healthy dinners, the relaxation would begin
until bed time. Mine was 10 o'clock. Everyone else
got to stay up until 11 or mid-night. I only slept
alone by choice. Most nights, I fell asleep with my
drained cock in someone's sex hole. As I was now
sleeping through the night, I wouldn't know who or if
anyone spent the night until Jax did her blinds thing
at 6A. The babies would both sleep with me but Jax
stayed most nights with or without them. The babies
would sometimes drain me but spend the night in the
guest room so Jax would have more room. Me and my
accessories of braces cause me to take up a lot of
bed space and a twitching in the night could hurt
someone snuggled too close.
After six and dinner times were all sex oriented. I
was still being amazed at what seemed usual for my
step-mom and step-sisters. If they weren't doing
something, we watched them or others doing something
on DVDs. Kate and Annie weren't Lone Rangerettes.
They had friends... friends older... friends younger
and all as twisted and kinky as my little step-sister
sex babies.
A night of after-fucking or sucking, TV would be a
vid of the girls and Jax or just the girls. There
were some I wondered who the camera person was and
some I could tell were done just with a tripod. Then
there were the others. Girls I didn't know but Kate
and Annie and my step-mom, did know. Girls of a
feather play together. As we would watch the sex
babies playing, Jax would be playing with my cock or
her tits. My newly un-wrapped fingers were still
stiff but were warmed and moistened in Kate's and
Annie's always available cunnies.
One clip came up of a girl and who I was told, was
her mom. Abbie, 28 and her daughter, Sandy, 13...
Abbie had her sex baby at age 15. Abbie was olive
skinned and built hard with fake, huge tits. Sandy
was thin but was already showing tits of her own with
puffy nipples. They were like Jax and the babies but
then at the end of the clip, a large, black, lab dog
bounded into the picture. Not a lap dog... or a throw
pillow with legs. A BIG Labrador Retriever.
It was, Cathy Whispered, that black K-9 with the head
the size of a grizzly, was Aces, not one Ace... Aces
and he was the star of the "next" clip. He was big
enough to be a dog pack by himself. The next clip was
on a different DVD. I was afraid to blink. I didn't
know what sort of "star power" Aces might have. I was
pretty sure it wasn't a hi-lite reel from Westminster
or some duck hunt.
I was saved by Jax's own training regimen... for me.
Ten o'clock and my bedtime. The sex babies stayed the
whole night. If I twitched at all, it was in
someone's mouth and I didn't have to get up to piss
in the morning. Jax drank it direct from the tap
before OJ.
Aces' walk-on in the video last night, hung in the
air all day during my drills and even the cummie
breaks. Jax went on about the value of pets for kids
and protection and pet adoption. I was being worked
over and worked on... it was decided to watch Aces'
video after dinner. My second load of cum for the day
was flowing into Kate's mouth and throat as her mom
scheduled our evening's entertainment. I was to
discover that night, just how kinky and twisted I had
become being cared for by my step-mom and sisters.
My care givers were in their usual, legs spread,
bare, pink cunnies on display with their naked, RN
supervisor tending to the needs of my cock and
whispered narration of the vid. Jax had four fingers
swirling around in her dripping cunt, the other
fondling my ball sack. She held my cock-head with her
tongue and lips when she wasn't whispering.
Aces entered the scene with a naked mommy Abbie on
one side and naked, thirteen year old Sandy on the
other. What followed, had been well-practiced. They
both went to their knees alongside the big beast and
began stroking his flanks. Aces was getting in the
mood as he began to lick Abbie's face and tits. His
huge tongue spreading his saliva all over her. Sandy
was stroking closer to the dog's big nut sack and as
the purple-pink, pointy, dog cock slipped from its
furry sheath, the teen took the slimy, spurting head
in her mouth and fondled the swollen nutsack.
Abbie licked and sucked Aces' tongue and slobbering
jowls as his cock extended and grew in her daughter's
eager mouth. Sandy was moving her mouth in and out on
the cock as it grew so she was taking more and more
with almost every deep, sucking action. Doggie fuck
juice and Sandy's spit mingled and were sliding out
of her mouth as the pre-fuck spurts of dog sex goo
was too much for her to swallow all of the slimy
mixture. The beast's fist-sized knot slid free and
Sandy sucked Aces' cock down until her tongue was
lapping at the pulsing knot. The gooey, cock spurts
were now shooting down the girl's flexing throat.
The play-by-play of the K9 sex show was being
whispered by my cock's RN as her play toys were
fingering each other's cunnies while watching Abbie
stop her dog-slobber swallowing and move to get on
all fours. Her huge, fake tits barely jostled as she
got ready to be Aces' fuck-bitch.
My narrator and cock-nurse explained that Abbie had
been having K-9 sex since she was younger than Sandy.
Her father and mother used her as a K-9 performer
starting at age 10 when they entertained their like-
minded friends.
It was at one of those parties that Abbie's then
eight year old virginity seal was broken. Her dad
fucked her to start the process and the other five
men and two young boys fucked her in turn. The boys,
all of seven and nine years, had been sucked and ass-
fucked at parties already but eight year old Abbie
was their first "slut-bang" as it was called. At
least a party when their own butt-holes weren't the
focus of the erect, adult cocks. Abbie's mom had been
fucking and sucking the dogs at parties.
They had a German Shepard and Labrador as "pets" but
the dogs were used for more than fetch and sit. Jax
was hissing, between her descending mouth treatments
on my own cock shaft, that Abbie's mom was, and still
is, any dog's bitch. After Abbie's debut at the
"slut-bang", her mom began using her with the dogs.
It wasn't as if it was new for the eight year old.
She'd watched her mom suck and fuck the dogs almost
daily. They would have fucked Abbie too, but mom
wanted to wait until after her dad had broken the
seal. So mom became their bitch, giving the big dogs
all the fucking and sucking they wanted, whenever the
beasts wanted it. Abbie had been brought up to be a
dog's, puppy-bitch and all-purpose slut by her
parents.
It was obvious she had raised Sandy the same way. The
new teen, at thirteen, was moving a willing Aces into
position and still holding the critter's almost foot-
long cock as he mounted his bitch. Puppy bitch took a
long, deep suck on the spurting, pointed cock and
then pushed the tip in her bitch-mom's dripping and
gaping cunt.
Aces slammed his cock into his bitch right up to the
knot. Sandy lapped her tongue over the fist-sized
knob and Aces gave another lunge. The knot
disappeared into Abbie's gushing cunt and my narrator
explained they were locked together. Puppy-bitch was
busy fingering her own, swollen pink cunnie as she
licked and lapped at the dripping slime from her
bitch-mom's cunt as well as licking away at Aces'
ball sack and even moving the whip-like tail to lick
at Aces' K-9 asshole.
Jax's sex babies decided watching the vid and playing
with each other wasn't enough so while Aces was
fucking his bitch-mom on the big-screen, the babies
and Jax moved me around on the sofa so Kate could
tongue and lick my asshole while Annie took over
sucking and licking my cock. It was a bit of a chore
in that my new knees and no muscle tone wouldn't even
let me support my own legs. My cock RN was now
resting my head on her firm tits while she pulled at
her swollen clit. Now she could narrate without
sucking pauses.
Aces was making rapid, short jabs into his bitch-mom
and then he tensed and shuddered all over for what
seemed like minutes. The hiss in my ear told me he
was shooting his puppy-making cream into his bitch's
cunt and womb. Hearing that, "dog cum spurts are like
small hose jets" from my tit pillow, along with winks
from her sex toys, even in my banged-up state, it was
plane that my step-mom and half-sisters were doing K-
9 kinky as well.
My only response was erupting my own cum load into
the sex babies' mouths as on the screen, Aces'
massive knot and drooling, dripping cock slimed out
of Abbie's swollen, gaping and red, bitch-mom cunt.
Puppy bitch Sandy, immediately had the gooey cock
meat in her mouth and sucked it clean as the knot
slipped back into its sheath. Bitch mom was still on
all fours and had her fist plugged into her cunt.
The first plug couldn't stop the seepage of the
combined sex goo from stringing out and drooling
down. Sandy let Aces continue cleaning his own cock
and moved over to lie on her back, facing up at her
bitch mom's ready to burst fuck hole. Abbie kept her
fist plugged into her cunt and slid up onto her knees
and puppy bitch started licking and lapping at the
seeping sex ooze. Bitch mom let her sex puppy lick a
few mouthfuls of the overflow and slowly eased out
the fist-plug from her bitch cunt.
Puppy bitch was ready with her mouth open and puppy
tongue extended. The first gush of mixed bitch and
Aces sex slime over-flowed her mouth and covered her
face like paint. The burst slowed to a stream and
then a drizzleand puppy bitch swallowed it all down.
Bitch mommy made sure her puppy bitch daughter got it
all out, using her long fingers to scrape down the
inside of her bitch cunt and letting her puppy lick
them clean.
It was past my prescribed bedtime when the vid ended.
Cock-nurse shifted into RN mode. My cock was still
trying to respond but even the sex toys in my lap, as
I became "GarageDoorMan" and went up to bed, couldn't
deliver a third load for the night. It was the first
time in my re-hab I had been able to do two... three
I hadn't done since I was 18. I was piss-drained and
tucked in with my step-sisters. I got a step-mom,
growly whisper, before my RN tucked us all in, before
I went blank. "WOOF!" I think I dreamed about Rin-
Tin-Tin, maybe it was Lassie.
Jax and I were sitting by the "Reflection Pond"
outside the hospital. It had been a "Smoking Area"
way back when. For expectant fathers, or the other
myriad of ailments and anxieties that made someone
light-up a cigarette. I had used them a lot. I
couldn't remember when the last one I smoked had
been, prior to my getting on the Norton. I had some
brain gaps. I only had flashes of images 24 hours
before, and some days after my, "lay-it-down-or-die"
motorcycle ride.
While I was creaking around, watching and doing
things I didn't know I could do in my condition...
some things I couldn't do... or even knew people DID
do, before my number hadn't come up. That's what all
the doctors and therapists were telling me. Man my
age? I should have died, or been strapped in a
wheeled, slow, dis-abled transport of some sort. Some
of the questions as to my care, I couldn't answer.
Not because I'd forgotten the answers, because I'd be
in a jail hospital instead of being the amazing,
baby-boomer who had not only lived, but recovered
from a visit to Death's Door.
Everyone in the hospital and clinics that had to
monitor my recovery progress, for insurance companies
and other legal observers, were astounded at not only
how quickly I had progressed but how much I had
progressed.
It had been a strange four months. Death's Door to
sitting by this pond waiting for my step-mom/RN/Phys
Therapist to sign-off on my latest medical up-dates.
I'd spent fifty minutes going through a variety of
the hospital's checks as to my new body mass. That
wasn't why I was sitting by the pond. It wasn't the
mile that Jag's and I had kinda jogged before the
test. My PTJax wanted to be sure I was "warmed up"
for the tests. After all, she was responsible for a
LOT of my recovery, and why I was trying to sift
through all that had changed and where I was now.
There were no more excuses.
I couldn't blame my injuries, surgeries, medications
or care. I was a kinky, twisted, pedophile and maybe
even something to do with incest. I didn't care
anymore. There were still aches, pains, scars and
limitations. I couldn't do some things. I could do
enough and it was because of my step-mom and my step-
sisters.
Jax wiggled her way over to my bench, did a quick
look around and removed her sweat shirt and jogging
bra. Her huge, hard tits didn't really need a bra...
they hardly moved as we walked to the car. She
stripped off her jogging pants before getting behind
the wheel.
Jax often drove around naked when I was in the car,
same with Katie and Annie. Jax had even put in an
extra mirror on the passenger side sun visor so I
could watch the naked sex babies in the back seat. As
she drove and ignored the ogles from folks in other
vehicles, she re-capped all that been determined as
to my physical condition. It sounded really wild when
she related the findings and the amazement of the
medical people. The ER Doc hadn't expected me to live
when the ambulance dropped me off after the wreck.
I hadn't expected to be living either and sure as
hell living the life I had been living the past
months. I wasn't the same guy that got on that
motorcycle that day. It wasn't just the body damage
and how it had healed. I wasn't in great shape
before, but I sure as hell hadn't been a pedophile.
Jax disputed my assertion as we took the off-ramp.
Our exit prompted a salute of car and truck horns
from Jax's rolling fan club. She hadn't noticed.
My step-mom's argument was that I WAS a pedophile
before the wreck... all the wreck did was make me
admit it to myself and now that I had, just enjoy it
because everyone else was, including my step-sisters.
I had no argument for her argument. I also was out of
gas, it had been a long day and my nap started the
second my head hit the pillow after Jax got me in
bed.
On a normal day, she, or one of my step-sister sex-
babies, would give me a blow-job to make sure I slept
well. I don't know if they did or didn't manage to
suck me hard again. I was asleep, having another
amazing dream.
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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