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 Rob Finds Fun [Mggb, extreme pedo, toddler, mast, no-sex] by PedoMom [2015]

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   This writing is intended for artistic expression only by the author, who
is using this as a form of therapeutic expression to deal with personal
past experiences, and is not intended for any sexual purpose.

   .  None of the acts hereafter written are in any ways advocating sex
with a minor.

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   Chapter 1

   He looked down and watched as the fat head of his cock was rubbing
through the puffy, bald little lips of her tiny, underage slit.  He knew he
would cum hard much too soon if he focused, so he let his mind wander as he
continued to enjoy the incredible sensation against his glans.

   Rob was 34 years old, married and a father of three.  His wife was the
bread-winner of the family, a corporate ladder-climber.  It was hard to
imagine she'd actually taken time off to push three babies into the world,
somewhere in the middle of her meetings and jet-setting lifestyle.  She
didn't breast-feed, she didn't have time for "that peasant task".  She'd
had their kids spaced out nearly two years to the date, they had a 7 year
old little girl named Violet, a 5 year old boy named Victor and a 3 year
old girl named Amelia (Amy to her dad).  His wife had taken nearly no time
off before the birth of each child, preferring to work up until the last
moment, and she had spent almost no time at home after they were born,
hardly letting her body heal before getting right back behind her desk at
work.

   And since the birth of little Amy, his wife had closed up shop, so to
speak.  There had been almost no intimacy between Rob and his wife, and sex
was reserved for the rare occasion when she wanted it (the _very_ rare
occasion!) She expected that Rob could "see to his own needs" whenever he
felt the urge, she had far more important money-making opportunities than
to worry about his "small member" as she called it.  And both were true --
they had no money trouble at all, she made plenty for the five of them to
live in the lap of luxury -- and his member was small.  Rob had always felt
some personal shame about his narrow 5" cock.  He often wondered how he'd
landed a woman like his wife.  She was beautiful and headstrong.  She was
confident and powerful.  What she saw in kind, quiet, soft-hearted Rob,
he'd never really understood.  But now he was getting the idea.  He was
nearly a kept man.  He took care of the home, although they had a maid come
through once a week to do the major jobs, and they also had most
necessities (groceries included) delivered on a regular basis (his wife
liked to keep a tight ship!) Rob's days were filled with caring for the
children, cooking meals and having them ready for when his wife got home,
and occasionally she allowed him to rub her feet or massage her shoulders
while she soaked in a bubble bath.  She had very little personal need for
him, but appreciated all the tasks he did at home.  She rarely interacted
with him in ways that felt friendly or adult -- she merely spoke to him as
though he were one of the hired help, not the father of her children.

   It hadn't always been like that.  Their relationship had seemed like a
typical story-tale romance to Rob.  But soon after the birth of their first
daughter, things had slowly started to change.  They were small things at
first, but the higher his wife climbed on the corporate ladder, the more
money they made, the more things changed.  And with the birth of Amy, it
all became very set.  Three years of being nothing more than a fixture in
the home, to mind the children and service her few needs that couldn't be
met by money, Rob found himself overflowing with needs of his own.

   It didn't happen over night, no, his needs grew steadily, until
something in him snapped, and suddenly Rob couldn't seem to control his
urges.

   It wasn't that he had begun to see his 7 year old daughter in a
different light.  Oh, she was beautiful alright.  She was slim, with narrow
hips and a slight bulge to her belly -- not quite as pronounced as her 3
year old sister, but she was still very much a young child.  She got her
looks from her mother, fair skin and light almost white blond hair, that
fell just past her shoulder in thin layers of curls.  Her eyes were hazel
with green flecks and when she smiled it was like the whole room lit up. 
But he never looked at her as more than a father should.

   Rob's wife was not a very attentive mother.  She had given birth to
these children, but then left them to their father to raise.  They were
very close and affectionate with their father, always piling into his lap
or cuddling into his side, stealing kisses and hugs at any chance -- maybe
it was to compensate for their mother's lack of affection, but the three
children and Rob were a very comfortable and touchy group.  His wife was
kind to them, but aloof, she seemed not to care much about them -- she
provided every financial necessity they could dream of, but beyond that,
she had little to offer.  Violet was a girl's girl.  She loved that her
name was a colour and her room and much of her wardrobe consisted of just
this -- shades of purple.  She liked frills and tiaras and dainty little
shoes.  She even had some of the tiniest, lacy frilly panties to wear under
her skirt.  She'd seen another girl at play-group with them and had come
home begging her daddy to PLEASE buy her some.

   This was when it all started going South.

   The two of them had sat down in front of the computer, Rob in the chair
and Violet in his lap, and had begun a Google search for the items his
daughter so desperately needed.  They saw many pictures of cherub little
girls with their bellies exposed, dresses hoisted, to display the panties
for sale.  Rob thought some of the images were a little over the top, for
selling kids clothing, but his daughter was in awe of all the pretty items
and didn't seem to think anything strange about little girls presenting
themselves like that for pictures, in fact, after she had her new panties,
she asked her daddy to take some pictures "like the girls on the website"
but that was getting ahead of the story!

   Rob and Violet continued to search through the site, until they found
the tiniest, laciest, sheerest purple panties and of course THOSE were the
ones Violet wanted.  She squealed and pointed and squirmed in Rob's lap,
bouncing up and down shouting "Those ones!  Those are the ones I need,
Daddy, PLEASE?!"

   Rob very rarely had to say no to any of his children's requests, and he
knew this would not be an argument he could win.  How could he explain to
his daughter that he didn't even think it was okay for these underthings to
be MADE for little children, let alone his own daughter to wear them?

   And what, exactly, was his cock doing stirring in his pants?  That was
completely out of left field for Rob.  Of course he'd never looked at a
little girl that way before!  Children and sex didn't mix.  Right?  It was
just because he hadn't had sex in months with anything but his fist.  It
was just because of the way his little girl was bouncing her tight little
ass in his lap and putting pressure against his member, just so, was making
it feel just right.  What was he thinking?  Her tight little ass?  Where
did that come from!  It had to be the images on the website.  These little
vixens glancing over their shoulder, bottoms stuck out, mouth all pouty,
displaying the wares.  He meant the panties, not their body!  Oh where was
his mind taking him?  He had to get out of here!  THAT was why he agreed to
the panties for his little girl, he needed to get off the website and get
her out of his lap.  At least, that's what he told himself then.

   He clicked the buttons, filled the digital shopping cart with everything
she wanted, entered his credit card information and clicked send.  Violet
squealed again and twisted in his lap, throwing her arms around his neck to
hug him tight, shouting "Oh thank-you Daddy, thank-you!  You're the best
Daddy in the whole wild world!" In the process, she ended up straddling his
lap, her full weight resting on his groin, her soft mound pushing down
against his incredibly hard member, which was sticking up in his summer
shorts.  Rob groaned and admonished himself for liking the contact.  It had
been so long since anyone other than himself had touched him there.

   His daughter pulled back and gave him a quizzical look, before hopping
down off his lap and running to her room, calling back words about Barbie,
dream castles, and not to be interrupted, please, Daddy!

   Rob glanced after his daughter, knowing that the baby of the house was
down for a nap and Victor was next door playing with a neighbour's son. 
Rob looked up at the computer screen and quickly made a decision that was
certain to have a bigger impact on the rest of his life than he could ever
imagine.  He stood up, closing and locking the office door, and before
reseating himself in front of his computer, he pulled his shorts down,
revealing his rigid cock.

   Rob grasped his cock with his left hand, while his right used the
computer mouse to navigate through the website, flashing images of tiny
little girls in even tinier articles of clothing.  He knew he was damned
the moment he started jerking his cock.  He had such conflicting thoughts.
This was wrong; this was hot; this was going to get him sent to jail; this
was going to make him cum so very hard!  Rob had never, ever looked at
another child the way he was looking at the girls on his computer screen
right now.  He had had plenty of play-dates in the last 7 years, even
sleep-overs recently with his daughter's little girlfriends prancing around
the living room in slight little princess nightgowns, flashing their
underwear at him, and he hadn't given it a second glance.  They were kids
for Christ's sake!  Who could be turned on by under-aged, flat little wisps
of girls?

   But right now, his cock told him that was anything but true.  His thin
member was full to bursting, felt thicker than it had ever felt in his
life. He was stroking for all he was worth, clicking through various sets
of images.  He stopped on one page, a set of pictures selling a tiny sheer
black lace thong in child size, with a matching sheer black lace camisole.
The front had carefully placed ribbons that hung down to cover the
barely-there nipples of the model posing, but in some of the angles you
could make out the shadow of the edge of her areola.  That isn't what
caught his attention.  This particular model looked to be about 6 years
old, and she had thin white-blonde hair and brown eyes.  Other than a
slightly darker complexion, she was the spitting image of his own little
Violet!  Her cute little belly button could be seen between the short top
and the obscenely small panties, her tummy curving outwards in the same
enticing way that Violet's did.  How could he be thinking words like
enticing about his daughter?  But here he was, no way to deny it, he was
stroking his cock while looking at a picture on his screen of a little girl
that reminded him of his daughter.

   The very thought of just how wrong that was, was enough to send him over
the edge.  Rob leaned forward and emptied his balls of every bit of cum
they had, spraying several long streaks on the hardwood floor in front of
him.  He felt like his body was being pulled inside out from the force of
his orgasm.  He'd never cum so hard in all the years he'd been having sex.
His wife had never made him feel this incredible.  His hand and a picture
resembling his daughter had just made him have the greatest sexual feeling
in his entire life.

   Spent, this is now when the shame and guilt should have flooded in.  He
had just jerked off over pictures of children on a child's clothing
website. How depraved could he get?  But Rob didn't feel that way at all.
Rob felt release.  Rob hadn't felt this free and light in over seven years.
Ever since things started quieting down with his wife, when she started
slowing down their sex routines, when she started pulling away from him
intimately, Rob started feeling sadness and loneliness.  As the children
got older, he had replaced many of those feelings with closeness with his
kids, all three of them.  He hugged them and kissed them and had tickle
wars with them.  He had no shyness about bodies, sometimes all four of them
ending up in the big corner bath tub, horsing around in the bubbles.  Rob
loved his children with all of himself, in a way his wife did not love him
nor would she ever show their children.  And somehow, this moment of sexual
release was what broke open the flood gates for Rob.  Looking at this image
that reminded him of Violet while cumming made Rob feel like he'd finally
found the one thing that had been missing in his life, and he wasn't going
to turn back now.

   Closing down the computer and getting up to clean his mess, Rob tucked
his now softened cock back into his shorts and went off to check on his two
little girls.  He peaked into Amy's room and saw her still fast asleep in
her canopy bed.  There had been no toddler bed for this little girl.  It
was a double-sized canopy bed, complete with fairy twinkle lights.  Unlike
her sister, Amy didn't much care what colour her room was, so long as it
was bright and full of patterns.  She had picked her own bedspread and
drapes and throw carpet, and they were a mishmash of shades and patterns.
Somehow, rather than looking gaudy, they managed to look chic, much to her
older sister's dismay -- "Daddy, don't buy those!  They don't even MATCH!"
But Amy was a force to reckon with.  Where her older sister was tiny and
dainty like their mother, Amy took after her dad's side of the family and
was rough and tumble.  She had a thick head of black hair, wavy not curly,
and bright green eyes.  Her pouty little mouth was ruby red without any
cosmetic help, and her toddle sized body wasn't fat, but leaning towards
the thick side.  She still had chubby thighs and a more pronounced curving
toddler's belly, and her little titties still had a layer of baby fat
beneath them, giving them the impression of being actual little tits, with
small little reddish nipples capping the top.  Amy liked to dress up in
girly clothes and play with her sister, but her bigger brother was her real
hero.  She loved all the sporty things he did and she loved to get messy
and dirty with him.  She never giggled so much as when her big brother (or
her dad!) play fought with her, pretending to pin her to the ground, or
sometimes letting her win and pin them to the ground.  Amy also had a wild
streak, she loved to dance in the rain, jump in the mud and quite often
could be found pulling off her clothes in the house to run around with her
little bare bum on display.  Again, being a close, comfortable family, Rob
had never discouraged her from these acts, and he'd never looked at her as
a sexual object before.  Somehow, without ever being told, the little tike
knew better than to put on displays like this when Mommy was home.  She
stayed out of the rain, the mud, and kept all of her clothes on on the rare
occasions that Mommy spent time at home with the kids.  She reserved all
her wild free self for her Daddy and her older siblings.

   For now, the sweet hellion was fast asleep under her canopy, having an
afternoon nap like only a toddler who runs in the rain can truly
appreciate.

   Rob quietly pulled the door shut and went to find his other daughter.

   Gently pushing Violet's bedroom door open just a crack, expecting to see
her seated as she so often was, in the small purple chair pulled up to the
purple table upon which her purple Barbie Dream House sat, Rob was
surprised to see his little princess instead laying face down on her bed.
Violet's bed was a queen sized bed.  Of course the little girl didn't need
the space, but the moment she learned that there was such a thing as a
`Queen' sized bed, she declared that she NEEDED one, and of course, her
parents saw no reason to disappoint their little girl.  As Rob's jaw slowly
dropped at the image before him, he pushed the door further open to get a
better look.  His very petite little daughter, with her purple tulle
princess skirt bunched up at her middle, lay with her face turned towards
the doorway, her eyes scrunched shut in concentration, her shoulders and
chest flat to the bed, her knees splayed in a frog-like fashion, her tiny
bottom up in the air, her arms straight and flat underneath her body, her
bright neon purple panties pulled down to her knees and stretched to the
limits of their elastic, and her fingers between her legs, pushed up
against her naked, bald, puffy little pussy, rubbing back and forth on the
outside of her lips, her tiny hips gyrating in a rhythm instinctual to all
mammals.

   Rob's recently spent cock instantly rose to full mast.  He slipped the
elastic of his own shorts once more down below his ball sack and grasped
his throbbing member again.  The sight before him was hotter than anything
on any porn sight he'd looked at, and with a wife who didn't give it up, he
had looked at a LOT of porn.  It was hotter than the children's underwear
website by miles.  His own little princess was in front of him, not 8ft
across the room, grinding down onto her own fingers, searching for release.
Rob sped up his stroking, matching her rhythm.  The little girl had
obviously been at it for a while, her face was red and showed frustrated
determination, with tiny beads of perspiration gathering at her temple. 
Rob leaned his other hand against the doorknob to steady himself and that
was when the door squeaked on it's hinge and Violet's eyes flew open.  The
look that crossed her face went from shock, to confusion, to fear so
quickly that had he not been paying such close attention he would have
missed them.  Her fingers immediately came away from her little pussy and
she sat up, her purple skirt covering her crotch.

   Rob froze like a deer caught in headlights.  His fist still encircled
his cock and he made no move to cover it.  Now was the moment of truth.

   "Daddy!" gasped Violet.  "What are you doing?  Your penis is all stiff!"

   They had had the body parts talk when her younger brother was born and
again as she got older and asked questions, and again as Amy got older and
asked the same questions.  She knew what her vagina was, that it was the
part that made girls different from boys.  She knew that boys had penises,
and she had seen both her brothers and her fathers many times in her short
life.  But she had never seen an erect adult cock.  She knew about babies
and that it took a man and a woman who loved each other to make a baby, and
that the woman carried the baby in her body until it was ready to come out
and that a doctor and a hospital were required, but she knew nothing about
sex -- as she shouldn't need to, she was 7 years old.

   This was about to change.

   Rob had stepped out of his shorts, dropping them to the floor in the
doorway of his eldest daughter's bedroom, he had shrugged out of his
t-shirt in the same moment, and naked had crossed the few steps to sit on
the edge of his daughter's bed.  Since seeing her father naked was no big
deal to Violet, this act was not seen as aggressive, she was merely curious
about his hard penis, and a little bashful about being caught playing with
herself.

   "Am I in trouble?" Violet asked in a tiny voice.

   "No sweetheart!  Of course you aren't sweety!  Your body belongs to you
and you can play with it any time you like.  Daddy just didn't expect to
see you doing that, well, quite so soon.  And it caught me by surprise!  I
really liked seeing it, did you like doing it?  Did it feel good?" Rob
responded quickly to his little girl.  His cock hadn't lost any of it's
hardness and being this close to her made it throb even more, as he placed
his arm around behind her and pulled her closer against his side.

   "Oooh Daddy!" moaned his little girl, her face suddenly going all
dreamy-like.  "Daddy it feels the BEST!  It happened last week, I was
playing tea party with my dollies and I thought Mr.  Bear might like to
join, but instead of getting up to get him, I sort of crawled across Cindy,
and her face pressed up into my vagina and it rubbed across me and it felt
kind of funny but kind of nice!  So I stopped for a minute and pushed back
against her face and it felt really good again.  I pushed a little too hard
though and her nose pushed into me and that hurt, so I reached down and
rubbed that spot with my fingers, and oh!  It felt so funny and made my
tummy feel so squirmy, but Daddy I really liked it!" the words all tumbled
out of Violet in a rush, like she had been waiting to tell someone about
this wonderful new discovery of hers.  "Now, whenever I go to bed, or get a
moment to myself, I like to rub myself down there.  Why does it feel so
good, Daddy?  And you still haven't told me why your penis is hard?"

   <<to be continued>>