Convulsive Love (mb,nepi,inc,full-intercourse,medical)

by Nate

   
NOTICE: This is a story about taking advantage of a child with a serious
        medical condition, read at your own discretion.  This is solely 
        fantasy.



   The day my son was born, a wet Wednesday on the West coast, was the best
of my life.  My marriage?  Hardly.  A means to an end, simply.  But this
was absolute unconditional love.  I'd always wanted a kid.  And now I had
the most perfect, innocent and stunningly gorgeous progeny to fill that
cavity in my heart, worn in through the years by my fucked-up childhood.

   All of us victims of abuse think about what we'd do better if we had
kids--like we'd somehow restore ourselves through this second chance a
child would bring.  And now I had the opportunity.  Oh, baby Bradly, daddy
will take care of you.

   He was so small and so helpless.  He was completely dependent and I
would do anything for him.  And I would do anything to him as time would
tell, because history has a way of repeating itself.  You see, day two of
Bradly's beautiful existence was rather traumatic.

   Cut the emotional crap and get to the fucking, right?  Well, that's my
son you're thinking about, you sick fuck.  Just be patient, because two day
old Bradly will get fucked.  But I'm not a monster, it all seemed to make
sense at the time.

   We didn't know why he was acting so spastic.  He should sleep and cry
but this shaking thing didn't seem right.  It nearly killed me when I drove
to the hospital, my seething newborn in my crying wife's arms.  He had had
a seizure, and then another.  They put him under to give his tiny brain a
break from the explosive bursts of chaos and unconsciousness.  It was an
extreme case, the doctor said.  Epilepsy?  We don't know; it had just
started.

   My wife couldn't handle it.  She went to the lobby to cry, unable to see
our two day old baby boy with tubes and cords in a hospital crib.  But how
could I leave his side?  This was my son, my only child.  I didn't love
anything in the world more than this poor baby boy.  And I was totally
helpless.

   The one nurse who kept walking around the room playing with machines
finally left me alone with my Bradly.  Poor Bradly, daddy's here.  I
dragged the corner chair I had sat in over to the small, cheerless crib and
held my unconscious baby's hand.

   "I love you," I told him.  What could I do?  I just wanted to hug and
hold him.

   I looked around the room.  It was just me and my son.  I just wanted to
show him how much I loved him.  So I stood up and looked over his plastic
crib.  He was so calm looking now that he was under.  My poor baby.  I
brushed his forehead and bent down, kissing him right where I had touched
him.  He smelled so sweet and clean.  I put both hands into the crib, under
his soft little arms.  He was wearing a onesie with red and white striped I
had picked out myself.

   I looked around the room--one more time.  No one was there, so I leaned
into my arms and hoisted my boy up.  The little cord dangling from his
wrist hovered over the floor as I brought my son to my warm body.  I
cuddled with him and bounced him in my arms, holding his head secure and
kissing him softly.  My son.

   I loved him in every possible way.  He was my everything.  So I stayed
there hugging him, his little body feeling so right against me.  I sighed a
content sigh just to touch him, but was so sad it was under these
conditions.

   All the time I held him I had tried to ignore it.  But I just couldn't
any longer.  I had developed an erection that was aching like crazy,
desperate for attention.  What was the matter with me?  Why was I horny? 
It was so wrong...

   No.  I just loved my son.  There was nothing wrong with that.  I loved
him so much that it even bordered on erotic.  There was nothing wrong with
that... as long as I didn't act on my desires.  But how could I not?

   My whole body was trembling, I had to sit down in my chair before my
legs gave way.  My hand was shaking violently as I dared to inch it to the
bottom snaps of my newborn's onesie.  Bradly, my beautiful son, you look so
cute in those stripes, but you'll be even more beautiful to daddy just the
way you were born: your soft body in full view.

   Next came the diaper.  I had laid him down on his back, still supporting
his head as I began to undo his diaper.  It was wet.  Poor Bradly, daddy
needs to change your diaper.  But first...

   I stared at my creation, my heir.  Exposed to me now was his small baby
penis.  It looked so perfect, smooth and light colored, free of hair or
maturity.  I smiled and cooed, leaning down to kiss his head some more. 
Then I kissed his chin, his neck, his shoulders.  Who was I kidding?  I had
to try it.  So I moved myself over his little boy cocklet and kissed it on
the head.  Then I kissed it again.  Another kiss, and I gently ran my
tongue against it.  It was perfect.  Kiss.

   I lifted him back up into my chest now, one hand supporting him by the
bum.  I rubbed his soft ass, it was so smooth.  I gave it a gentle,
harmless pat.  It was such a nice little butt.  So I began to move my
fingers freely now, one on one cheek, one running the length of his tiny
little crack, and one swirling up and down his infant skin.  My curiosity
got the better of me, and a finger had to slip a tiny bit into the crevice.
I couldn't see anything as I bounced him in my arms, but could suddenly
feel the delicate wrinkle of his newborn anus.  It was amazing on the tip
of my finger.

   "Oh son, daddy loves your little bottom."

   With great apprehension, I finally took my finger away from his newborn
hole and lifted him higher - resting his head against my shoulder.  With
the right hand I had held his head with now free, I began to unzip my pants.

   I just barely adjusted the elastic of my underwear when my boner flung out
with full force, it had been so desperate to break free from my restraining
jeans.  I brought my hand up, patted my boy on the head, and then spit into
my palm.

   With my saliva I started masturbating with my son in my arms.  He slept
away as I closed my eyes, whispering I love you Bradly and pumping my cock
up and down in my closed fist.

   My eyes burst open and looked over at my son.  I knew what I had to do.
I knew I had to have my boy.

   "Daddy loves you Bradly.  I would never do anything to hurt you. I
promise.  I promise baby." 

   With a kiss on the top of his head, I held my son tightly in both my 
hands and lowered his naked butt over my engorged cock.

   The second the parting between his butt cheeks tapped at the tip of my
dick, I couldn't restrain a deep moan.  It felt so natural.  I didn't have
to consider what to do. I didn't need time to figure out if it was right or
wrong.  In that moment, it was my destiny to go through with this ultimate
bond of love and intimacy between a father and his infant son.

   I lowered Bradly so that my penis parted his ass and now kissed the
entrance of his tunnel.  I knew if he was awake he would fuss over this,
but because he was unconscious it would be harmless.  Right?  That's what I
told myself.  I needed to do this, no matter what.

   Each of my hands gripped his sides tight.  With a simple nudge down, I
could feel myself bursting through him.  I didn't waste any time.  I didn't
know how long it would be before a nurse or doctor came in, before my
coward of a wife decided to be with her sick child.  So I plunged all the
way in until the soft skin of my son's butt was nestled into my pubic hair
at the base of my cock.

   As I stayed deep inside for a long breath, I had so many different
sensations running along the different parts of my penis.  At the very base
it was so tight and scrumptious - the best fuck of my life.  An inch in, it
was so soft and warm - like sticking your dick into a hot tub jet.  Another
inch in, and the shaft of my cock was throbbing with utter awareness of its
success at penetrating another human being, my child.  Then right before my
head, the underside of the mushroom tip, my entire being beat with the tune
of my heart and my sons, in tandem now.  At the very end of the head, the
feeling was a constant sensation of growing - as I knew there was still so
much intestine to travel into. But his little body wouldn't be able to take
it.  My energy was wafting out of my cock deep into the unseen reaches of
my son's bowels.  

   The entire experience was overwhelming!

   I leaned down and gave Bradly a new forehead kiss.  

   "Thank you, Bradly.  Daddy needs this." 

   I lifted him up into the kiss so that his anus rubbed along the skin of 
my dick - pulling at it as he raised off of my pole - just the tip staying 
in.  

   It was the most anxious moment I had ever experienced until I then set 
him back down onto me.

   It was a slow process working him back down my length, but the extension
of time was the extension of pleasure as I savored every millisecond of the
love making and every millimeter of Bradly's love chute.

   I bottomed out again at last and held him into my stomach.  My cock was
twitching so fervently it was as if it was thrusting itself.  My balls were
contracting and brushing themselves against the base of his little crack. 

   I couldn't hold back.

   Resting my face against him, I closed my eyes and let the orgasm wash
over me - wishing the pleasure to pass from me to my son and aide in his
recovery.  I was moaning aloud and lifting my ass off the chair into the
cum, my seed rocketing deep into the hole of a child made by the very same.
An enormous mass of jizz and a colossal rush of love flowed out of me and
into my son.  

   "That's my boy Bradly."

   I guzzled air into my lungs as I came to from my climax.  It was not the
longest fuck, or the most passionate, but it had been the most intimate
experience I had yet to have.  And I knew then this was going to be the
beginning of a long, loving relationship with my son--whatever his age or
health condition.

   Careful not to take advantage of the luck I had had so far, I lifted my
baby and my lover off of my member and shoved it back into my pants.  I
gave him a fresh diaper, some baby powder and some kisses on the tummy. 
Then I returned him to his crib and sat beside him, holding his little
hand.

   My wife walked in with tired eyes and two cups of crappy coffee at just
the right moment.  She took a seat in the corner opposite my former and we
sipped in silence.

   
THE END
   
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