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The Erotic Introduction to My Parents as Lovers
by Mickeyandminney72 (mickeyandminney72@yahoo.com)
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A young boy is introduced to his parents as their
newest lover at a tender age. This is the beginning of
his introduction to the world of adult pleasure as an
adolescent. (MFb, ped, inc, 1st, bi, voy)
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I have a vague recollection, of the first time it
happened. I remember being awakened by a warm wet
feeling in my crotch. As a young boy who hadn't even
reached puberty, I was acutely aware that I may have
had an accident in my sleep. I reached down and
discovered I was wet down there, but it wasn't what I
thought. Then I realized someone was kneeling next to
my bed in the dark. When the figure saw that I had
begun to stir, they quietly left my room in silence.
Being just a boy, this scared me more than anything,
but had this happened, or had I dreamt it. So much of
life at that age is mysterious and unsure. I drifted
back to sleep. The next morning I convinced myself I
had imagined it, whatever it was.
A couple nights later though, I found out what was
really going on. I had never really been the type of
boy to wear pajamas. At the age of six I was sleeping
in my jockey shorts. I hated the way pjs bunched up
around you in the bed. I was now around ten years old
and had yet to really embrace puberty.
My little prick was bare, but I knew a thing or two
about what it was for, and even got the typical
morning hard-ons that little boys get. I would rub it
and it felt good on occasion, but it didn't preoccupy
my thoughts, not yet. I went to bed in my room, across
the hall from my brothers and down the hall from my
parent's room in my shorts only, as usual.
Around midnight, or so I guessed, I woke up to that
warm feeling again. It was very dark in my room and I
was immediately aware that this time, my shorts had
been pulled down below my crotch. The cool night air
told me that the sheets were pulled down to my knees
as well. There was a figure, with his head down there,
and the warm wet feeling was coming from his mouth. My
little prick was in the person's mouth. This person
was sucking on my little penis.
A million things suddenly raced through my head. I
also noticed that my little prick was rock hard and
the warm, wet feeling felt good, really good in fact.
I tried not to move, partially in shock, and partially
because I suspected that it would stop immediately if
I did. The person, who was obviously an adult, seemed
to really enjoy it, sucking and licking on my penis.
It felt wonderful.
After a few minutes of this attention, the person slid
my hard prick out of his mouth, pulled my jockeys back
over my crotch and covered me up, then game me a peck
on the cheek and left my dark room. As soon as I was
alone, I reached down and began playing with my wet
prick. What an exciting feeling.
The next night, I went to bed early and hoping against
hope, for a repeat of the attention I had received. I
made sure to go to bed without my shorts on, a feeling
of being naughty, naked beneath my sheets, and was
sure to lie on my back to make access easier. I
touched myself and lay there in the dark for what
seemed like forever.
Then I drifted off to sleep. I was disappointed the
next morning when I realized nothing happened. I
repeated this new sleep habit for the next week.
Sleeping naked on my back, or at least I would start
out that way, with my little hard-on making a cute
little tent in my sheets.
One nice Friday evening, I repeated my routine,
anxious to watch cartoons the next morning. Late that
night, I woke up to the sound of my door creaking, as
it moved on the hinges. I took inventory; I was still
naked in my bed, lying on my side facing the door. I
tried not to open my eyes all the way, for fear of
betraying that I was now awake. The figure knelt by my
bed, some light came into the room from the hallway,
enough to dimly light my room.
I felt a large hand slide under the sheets and find my
little hips. The hand paused for a moment, feeling
around my soft boy hips. I imagine the person was a
little surprised to find me nude in bed. Then the hand
slid across my thigh and down to my crotch, fishing
for my small flaccid penis. Soft slow strokes from
large fingers began to grow my little prick. I didn't
make a sound.
After a few strokes I felt a second strong hand gently
push my hips back, guiding me onto my back. Then I
felt the coolness of the night air as he pulled down
my bed sheets to expose my nubile young body. I felt a
pair of warm lips clamp down on my little penis and
began sucking.
I suddenly realized, the chin, that periodically
touched my hips with an up and down motion, had
whiskers on it. I had to risk a peek, I slightly
opened my eyes enough to look down and saw my father's
head bobbing up and down on my erection. His seemingly
huge body moving in rhythm with his lips. He was
wearing his robe, bent over my bed. It felt so good,
his big mouth sliding up and down, taking my whole
penis into his mouth then sliding all the way to the
little tip and back down again. In the dim light I
noticed a second figure, standing in my bedroom
doorway. I knew right away, by the shape of the
shadow, it must be my mom. My mother was watching my
dad work me over.
A million thoughts raced through my little head. I
closed my half open eyes again, for fear of being
discovered. Moments later, my father pulled his lips
off my bare erection, I chanced a peek and saw him
gesture to my mother to come into the room. She
sheepishly came in and knelt beside my dad. He scooted
down to my feet and my mother slid into position over
my crotch. Then I felt my mother's lips, the lips that
had kissed me goodnight hours before, slide down onto
my little prick.
It was amazing. My own mother was sucking, stroking,
even using her fingers as she worked on her little
boy. My dad watched intently for a couple minutes,
then got up and walked over by the door. In the dim
light I could see him open the waist of his robe and
free the largest penis I had ever seen.
Sure, I had seen other boys in the locker room at
school, but this was completely different. He was
seemingly huge. I watched him stroke his huge erection
in the half light. He stood there watching my mom
perform oral sex on me in my room.
My father then walked back over to my bedside,
stroking his giant tool next to my mom I got a close-
up view of my dad's big dick hovering over me as he
stroked it and watched my mother. She then pulled my
little prick out of her mouth, and slid her lips over
my dad's huge erection. Her hand toying with my little
dick.
I was suddenly very proud to be my father's son, and
couldn't wait to have a huge prick like that. Then,
without warning, she pulled the sheet back over my
hips and my father escorted her out of the room, down
the hall. I heard their door shut.
From that day forward, I always slept in the nude,
praying for a repeat of that night. It would be a week
before I was included again. Shall I go on?
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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