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 A Father's Replacement Chapter 1 By Lee Davey Comments welcome at
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depictions of sexual activity involving minors.  If you are not of a legal
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Cast:
Son: Jon - 11 years old
Mother: Shelly - 30 years old
Father: Thomas - 44 years old
Children: Mary - 14 years old

   Sarah - 6 years old

   Chapter 1 Shelly swigged back another big gulp of red wine as she laid
back only half watching the television.  6 months already for fucks sake,
and now the bastard army have extended his tour for another year she
thought disgustedly Shelly threw the now empty glass into the open fire
with a satisfying crash of broken glass.  Her hand easing down between her
open gown caressing herself.  Damn I miss him she groaned as her fingers
stroked up and down, as she pictured her husbands thick cock driving
between her thighs, handsome and rugged clothed in his captains uniform. 
Shaking slightly as a small unsatisfying orgasm rippled through her, she
removed her fingers delicately licking them clean and grunted in
disappointment at her body's failure.  In all her 30 years ever since
puberty she had never gone so long without sex she reminisced.  Her trailer
trash father had raped her of her virginity at the age of 12, the night
before leaving her and her prostitute mother in a filthy trailer.  Her
whore mother had soon pimped her daughter to a long line of 'Johns' when
her own drug addled body no longer brought the customers and the drug money
in she needed.  Her life changed when she entertained an army man named Tom
at the age of 16, one of a number of soldiers from a nearby camp.  Unlike
most of the scum who fucked her pussy and ass, he was kind, gentle and took
time to talk and kiss the scared child.  To Shelly's delight he man soon
became a regular visitor to.  His bouts of lovemaking brief pleasant
interludes between the regular fuckings she endured.  One night she had
confided that she was pregnant, and with his child, as of course she had
only ever let the kind man screw her without a condom.  A lie but one the
man fell for, as he lay atop the girl his penis being expertly massaged by
the child,s trained vaginal muscles expertly.  He had smuggled her away one
night when her mother lay drugged to the eyeballs ans comatose.  Slipping
the state borders he had bribed some officials to arrange for the 16 year
old girl to marry him, and become his wife and mother of his child.  Since
then her life was wonderful.  14 years with a loving husband, and the
blessings of 3 children.  Were it not for her husbands regular postings
overseas her life would have been perfect.  -- Jon walked home waving good
bye to his friends as he turned down the long tree lined drive that led to
his home.  Young looking for his 11 years he blew back a lock of fair hair
from his eyes, trooping down the line still wearing the mud encrusted
soccer kit from the match he had just played.  Seeing his mother at the
window he waved at her a big smile on his face, the smile disappearing when
she failed to wave back and instead swished the curtains back.  His mother
had been like a bear with a sore head for some weeks now.  Probably Jon
mused because Dad was working in Afghanistan, and she was left to look
after him and his two sisters alone far from the support of either of their
families.  Throwing his bag down Jon run up the stairs and turned on the
shower.  Pulling the door shut he did not bother to lock it knowing that
his mother used her own on-suite bathroom; and his two sisters were
sleeping over at their respective friends homes, a situation due no doubt
to a desire to stay away from Mom's ever present bad mood.  He quickly
pulled his shorts down and hurried into the cubicle.  It was silly he knew
that despite being alone he was still so modest that he could not bear the
thought of even seeing himself nude.  Not that he had much to hide he
admitted to himself, his thing was perhaps 5 or 6 cm's at most and although
he could get a stiffy nothing had ever come out, not like some of his
soccer buddy's claimed boasting that they could spurt white stuff like real
adults.  No despite his own fumbling attempts nothing but pee ever came out
of his pee-pee.  He wondered whether he was normal, and wished once more
that his father was home.  There were some things a boy could not talk to a
sister or mother about.  Soaping himself down and cleaning the mud from his
legs he began to whistle tunelessly as the shower sprayed his pale body,
ducking his head under the spray, and nearly drowned in surprise when the
shower curtain was pulled open by his mother.  "Mom" he spluttered as he
covered his bits in shame and turned away from his mothers eyes.  Shelly
swayed slightly due to the wine she had drunk, and held onto the side of
the cubicle for support as she looked at her sons body with interest.  She
did not know why she was here, her head was fuzzy, but the dark triangle
between her legs felt like it was on fire.  She had heard her son enter the
shower, her thoughts flying back to the joyful times she had spent with the
boys father in the shower.  He thrusting wildly between her clamping
thighs, quenching the fire inside her with his thick copious seed.  Before
she realised what she was doing she had found herself at the children's
bathroom and opening the shower to stare upon the child she had gave birth
too 11 years ago She looked at the boys pale childlike frame as he cowered
in the corner.  She realised that while she saw her daughters nude all the
time, after all Sarah was only 6 and while Mary was 14 being seen naked by
her mother was no big deal.  Jon however she had not seen in such a way for
about two years now.  Not since he had broken his collar bone climbing a
tree, and for 6 weeks she had bathed and help him go to the toilet until
the bones had knitted.  He hasn't changed much she critiqued, maybe his
cock, no something so small could never be called a cock, a pee-pee would
be better.  Yes maybe her sons pee-pee was slightly bigger then before, and
his small testicles slightly more pronounced.  Other than that he still
looked like the small boy she had bathed, and whose bottom she had wiped
clean like any good mother would have.  She shrugged off the dressing gown
she wore and stepped into the shower closing the curtain behind her,
grinning as Jon pressed himself into the corner in shock.  She admired
herself for a moment in the mirrored wall that ran down one side.  Her
breasts were a good 36d and there was a few extra pounds, which after three
children was to be expected.  Still she was attractive for a thirty year
old.  Jon however could not appreciate this as he had his eyes closed
wishing that the ground would open and allow him to disappear.  "Here let
me help sweety." Shelly gently applied shower gel to her sons back
caressing the boys soft body with admiring murmurs.  "Mom....NO, I'm too
grown up for this" Jon whined petulantly turning and trying to slip past
his mother and escape the shower.  Shelly was to quick for her son and with
her other hand swiftly, and with a shockingly painful grip, caught her son
by the groin and using her superior size forced him back and pinioned him
against the mirrored wall.  Her large full breasts pushing into the boys
shocked and now tear stained face.  "See Jonny, your Mummy loves you and
wants to make sure such that her son is squeaky clean" Shelly cooed gently,
"I can't let you walk around the house all smelly and dirty now can I." Jon
noted that despite the sweetness of the words his mothers hand still
gripped him firmly by his undersized 'thingy' and balls.  With shock and
humiliation he realised that despite the pain he could feel his bits
reacting to his mothers hot, wet and firm gripping hand.  He had only just
recently been able to masturbate himself, not that he could cum, but if he
did it long enough he would feel good and tingly.  Even as inexperienced as
he was he knew that such a thing was a private thing and not something a
boy should share with his mummy.  Before he could tell his mother this he
felt her free hand gently pull his head back until he stared up into his
mothers face.  Her eyes were slightly unfocused and her breath smelt funny,
he trembled slightly as he watched his mothers tongue run along her lips as
she looked at her sons nakedness.  He blinked in amazement as his mother
kissed him.  Not like a normal kiss, a mothers kiss he, as any boy would,
would try to squirm away from.  No this was no chaste peck.  His mothers
tongue pressed firmly into his mouth scouring his teeth, his tongue, her
hand clasping his head preventing him from escaping the her nasty invading
tongue, the sour taste of alcohol on her breath clogged Jon's mouth and
nose as he struggled.  Jon was more than confused.  He had never seen his
Mum act like this with him before.  He had seen her being affectionate and
cuddling with his dad of course, but she had never acted like this to him
before.  She had not seem him naked for years, and there only real contact
was motherly hugs and kisses she shared with all 3 of her children.  Young
as he was he knew that this was no motherly kiss, the fact that his penis
had now hardened and pushed into his mothers hand with all its 5 cm glory
was proof of that.  Breaking her kiss Shelly gave a deep feminine laugh. 
Her hand began wanking her sons small penis.  Slow at first but quicker her
hand lubricated by a combination of water and gel.  Feeling the wetness
between her own pussy she began grinding her cunt against her sons thigh as
she continued to masturbate him.  She felt her own orgasm, a real orgasm
unlike the pitiful ones she had recently build.  The naughtiness of her
incestuous act and her own sons reaction to her hand job magnifying her
orgasm.  With a scream she came, shuddering she collapsed to the shower
floor dragging her 11 year old son down with her she continued her hand job
until she felt the boys penis throb and Jon gasped into his own dry cum. 
The two sat there for a few minutes.  Jon scared and confused at what had
happened, Shelly recovering from her mind-blowing cum.  "Good boy, you're a
good boy" she murmured over and over until finally she stood and turning
the shower off briskly dried herself and her son, as if were just a toddler
and nothing strange had happened at all.  Shrugging her dressing gown back
on and throwing the dirty soccer kit into the clothes basket she led Jon
from the bathroom ignoring his protests to be allowed to dress.  "No need
to get dressed son.  It will be your bedtime soon after dinner, and getting
dressed will just slow me down" she looked coyly over her shoulder at her
nervous son, "and I have plans for you tonight." "After all with your
father away your the man of the house, and I do so need a good little man."
she drawled in a mock southern belle accent her hand cupping and then
slapping her son's naked buttock affectionately.  Giggling as she watched
the man of the house run down the stairs a pink hand print marring his
otherwise perfect nakedness.