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The Erotic Introduction to My Parents as Lovers - 3
by Mickeyandminney72 (mickeyandminney72@yahoo.com)
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In part 3 explores the boy's early experiences with
the discovery of sex in a family way. (FFb, FM/b, bi,
ped, inc)
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PART 3
As I stated before, it wasn't more than a couple weeks
after the incident in the shower, when my mother was
out of town, that they continued to visit my room at
night. It began to be a regular thing. About every few
nights, I would wake up as they came into the room.
Mom had become much less shy and rarely stayed at the
doorway anymore. They would come in and he would reach
under the covers, finding my nude boy body beneath,
then pull the covers back and begin working my little
boy tail with his mouth. Mom would watch for a bit, in
the dark, then come over and begin massaging him under
his robe.
Eventually, she would sometimes get on her knees next
to my bed and he would half turn, so she could suck on
his seemingly giant penis. I consider those nights to
be the most erotic experiences of my life. Looking
back, everyone seemed to be getting what they wanted
at the time. There were a few evenings when they would
spend a half hour doing this with me, but more often
it was a quick turn on for my folks, taking only a few
minutes before they would go have sex in their room. I
liked it, it was a routine I enjoyed. This went on for
almost a year, but then everything changed.
I remember thinking that something must be wrong. My
parents stopped coming to my room at night. For nearly
a month, I had not had a visit. I became very insecure
and began asking if I had done something wrong and was
everything ok. I knew my parents were still having
sex, I could hear them almost every night down the
hall. One late night, I could hear them, mom was
moaning and dad was making those deep noises he always
did when he was enjoying himself, noises I had heard
many times as they played with each other in my room.
I was beginning to feel ignored, left out, and my
desire to be involved began to overwhelm my fears.
I got out of bed, put on my pj's (in case one of my
siblings saw me) and very quietly opened my door to
begin sneaking down the hallway. I knew mom and dad
had a habit of leaving their door open and I wanted to
at least see what was going on. It seemed even darker
in the hallway for some reason, but the light that sat
on dads night stand was lighting up their room. I
dared a peek around the corner and saw my dad, on top
of my mother, her legs spread wide. My father was on
top of her, his hips nestled between her legs,
thrusting, pushing his groin against hers. It was the
first time I had seen two people "doing it."
I watched silently as they made those familiar noises
for a few minutes, then I crept back to my room. I
knew they wouldn't visit me that night, they only did
it after they had been in to see me.
It was maybe a week later, after I had seen them in
the hallway that I was visited again. I had basically
stopped trying to stay awake in the hope of seeing my
parents at night. I remember that mom and dad insisted
I have some cough syrup that evening. In hindsight I
suspect it was to ensure a sleeping boy, and it worked
for a bit. I was sleeping like a log. I woke up,
really more asleep than awake I suppose, with that
familiar feeling on my little penis. The warm and wet
sensation that used to tell me dad was in the room,
doing his thing.
The lights were off as usual and when I half opened my
eyes I noted he was completely naked. Usually he wore
his big white robe when he came into my room. I was
afraid he would stop, so I just lay there, pretending
to be asleep again. I could tell dad was furiously
playing with himself as he worked my little dick over
with his mouth.
I remember wondering where mom was, she usually came
into my room to watch and play with dad. My father
spent only a few minutes toying with my little member
before he pulled his mouth off of me and stood up. He
looked at me for a few moments, then he did something
completely new. He reached down gently removed the
covers, then he and slid an arm under my shoulders. He
lifted me up and held me naked against his big chest.
My little penis was anything but hard but I remember
feeling the hair on his chest against me and my feet
dangling below. He quietly carried me out of the room
and down the hall to my parents' bedroom.
The familiar bedside lamp was on in their room, dimly
lighting the big bed. I knew this was my parent's
room, off limits to us kids. Dad brought me into the
room and placed me down on the bed, beside my mother
who was also naked. I opened my eyes and they were
both staring back at me. Dad was slowly rubbing
himself and mom was lying on her side nude. "Go ahead
dear." my dad said. "You have to help him, show him."
she replied. Or something to that effect.
I was lying on my back, expecting dad to put my little
tail in his mouth like usual, but this was not the
usual. Instead my mother rolled over onto her back and
spread her legs. Dad sat down on the bed next to me
and pushed me toward mom. I wasn't sure what to do, I
just rolled over toward her. "I told you, he doesn't
understand." With that, dad picked me up with his big
strong arms, I was after all a small boy, and placed
me between my mother's legs. My stomach ended up
resting on her pubic mound. I remember three things
from that first time. First off, mom was hairy, VERY
hairy, like dad, only thick hair down there and no
place else. Secondly, she was very, very warm, hot
almost against my tummy. Finally, she felt moist,
clammy almost against my stomach. She spread her legs
wider and dad placed his hand on my little but,
pushing me forward. I had no idea what I was really
supposed to do.
I certainly did not have an erection of any kind. Dad
picked me up by my hips and moved me higher on her
torso, placing my little penis near the warm moist
spot. He gently, but forcefully pushed my little but
to press my hips against her, back and forth. I won't
lie, that first time was anything but successful.
He tried for several minutes to get me there. In the
awkwardness of the moment, my little penis was not
hard and I was just going through the motions as he
instructed. After a while, he just picked me up and
pushed me aside. Then he climbed between her legs and
made love to my mother. He made a show of it, making
sure I could see what was going on. Their moans and
grunts, noises I had heard many times, filled the room
until they finished. He climbed off of my mom and
picked me up, taking me back to bed. That was the
first time I was brought to their room at night.
It would not be the last. For nearly a year, this
routine would continue. I would hear him come into my
room silently, pull down my covers and perform oral
sex. Then he would pick me up and carry me to their
bedroom, or later, pull me out of bed and guide me
down the hallway. In their room I would be encouraged
to get on top of her and try to have intercourse.
After a few tries, I did manage to do what they asked
of me, and even learned to look forward to it. He
would always watch closely, then move me aside and
climb on top of her until he finished.
In an odd way, it made me feel close to my parents and
somehow special that I was the only one of my siblings
who could do this with them. At least I assume I was.
This went on for about a year more. Then it all ended.
One night I was feeling like I wanted to play with mom
and dad, so instead of waiting for him to come get me,
I went to their room. They were both awake, lying in
bed.
I walked into their room and for the first time I
asked if he would "put my tail in his mouth". The
reaction was swift and angry. He screamed at me, loud
enough to wake the whole house. "What the hell are you
doing in here, get out of here and never say that
again." That was it, I had done something wrong. I
didn't really understand what. They never came to my
room again, I never said anything again. That chapter
in my life was instantly over. I have always wondered
what really happened, but I never spoke of it again.
With my father gone now, I will probably never know.
Did you enjoy this series? Let us know!
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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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