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 M/b Incest Pedo.



   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and
completely imaginary.  Reality can never be this good.  In prison, child
molesters are used as human toilets.



   Stuck

   by Pedro Feelya



   Ken's sweat puddled in his eyes.  It stung more than normal.  He knew
that was because it was mixed with the grease and grime on his face.  The
shift linkage was frozen on the transmission of the tractor.  He knew he
shouldn't be jerking on it from that position.  He had taken the back tires
off and it was sitting on stands.

   One last pound on the wrench, and the nut broke free.  Then the whole
tractor started to shift above him.  Ken screamed and shifted his body to
the left as the tractor fell to the right.  His worst fear was realized. 
He was going to die.

   The axle of the tractor slammed into his gut, knocking the wind out of
him and making everything fuzzy for a second.  The transmission and body of
the tractor landed a few inches away from his head.

   Ken lay back and took inventory of how badly he was injured.  He
couldn't see his legs but his feet worked.  He was breathing, but the axle
across his gut limited him to breathing shallowly.  There was no great pain
yet, and everything seemed fine.  He felt like laughing and cheering, he
had been saved from death and dismemberment.  He had to check on the
tractor now.

   Ken tried to wiggle out from under the axle.  He couldn't move.  It was
almost funny.  He could see the axle rested on the bolt plate that held it
eight inches from the ground.

   With Herculean effort he gathered every ounce of strength he had and
shoved hard against the axle.  It didn't budge at all.  He had only managed
to move himself a fraction of an inch, because he was trapped so tight. 
Now it occurred to him.  He could be here all day until somebody missed
him. Nobody would hear him yell.

   Then he heard the running slapping of small feet.  That would be has
nine year old son Kevin.  Thank God Kevin was here.  He had been gone to
summer camp for two weeks and had just got back.

   "Dad, dad are you okay?" the boy yelled.

   "Yah," Ken laughed, "I'm just stuck.  I'm alright, nothing hurts."

   Kevin walked around the axle to look at his father.  His boy was a lot
like him.  Lean, angular, tough, and a lighthearted sense of humor.

   "Wow," the boy commented.  "you can't move at all?"

   Ken tried again and got nowhere.  Kevin started to laugh.  Ken had to
grin too at his own predicament.

   "I need you to get some help.  I don't know who.  Just go get your
mother."

   His son started to go around the end of the axel.  "Dad?"

   Kevin hadn't left.  Ken couldn't see him or his own feet because there
was a cowl in the way.  "Yah?"

   "There is something the guys in camp showed me, and I wanted to show you
too."

   Now was not the time.  "You can show me later.  Go get help."

   "No.  I think I should show you now."

   Ken felt his belt being fumbled with and opened.

   "What the hell?  What are you doing?" Ken felt his jeans being opened
and pulled down a little bit.

   "This isn't funny.  You better go get help or I swear I'm gonna slap
you."

   Ken's underwear were being pulled down.  He yelled out angrily, "Stop
it. Pull my pants back up or I will kill you, I swear it." Ken couldn't
wiggle his trapped hips, but he started to kick his legs around but
couldn't hit anything.  His pants were coming off and binding his legs too.

   Then Ken felt small hands around his penis, manipulating it.

   The horror dawned on him.  "Oh Kevin, don't do that.  God, please don't
do that.  I'm begging you, stop."

   "Relax dad.  You'll like it, I promise.  All the guys at camp like it."

   Begging wasn't working.  "Kevin" Ken said as seriously as he could,
"don't do that.  I will never forgive you.  I'll never look you in the eye
again."

   Then Ken felt a warmth around his limp cock that was unmistakable.  His
own son had sucked his father's cock into his small mouth all the way down
to his pubic hair.

   "Kevin, you little faggot.  You little fucker.  What are you, gay?  Do
you know what you are doing?  You're a little goddamn queer."

   The warmth left his hardening cock.

   "Dad it's okay.  I didn't think I would like it either.  I said all that
stuff too.  I promise, it will be worth it." What had happened to his son
at camp?  Had he been raped?  How many boys were doing this?  Were there
any men involved?  Ken was sorry he had sent his son there for two weeks.

   Kevin's mouth sucked up the full length of his father's cock.  Ken
grunted as he spasmed a little.  He stopped kicking and fighting.  His son
was determined and he really didn't want to kick the boy.

   Ken had never really had a good blow job and he knew it.  Kevin's mother
and she had been his high school sweetheart.  She was beautiful and loving,
but she considered sex to be a chore.  Even when she orgasmed she would be
thinking of other things and making plans.  Ken had eventually given up and
he couldn't remember the last time they had sex.

   Kevin sucked hard as he raised his head and when his father's cock
popped free, he licked it roughly up the underside.  Ken groaned loudly. 
Kevin took a heartbeat to admire his father's big long dick, and then
sucked the tip back in and began to jack off his father with one hand.  He
let his saliva slide freely down the shaft to lubricate the pumping.  Ken
felt his son's small hand cup and cuddle his ball sack.  The boy knew
exactly how firm to roll his balls around and massage them.

   Kevin's mother didn't like any oral sex.  Humans are the only animals to
regularly practice such stuff and it isn't natural.  Ken had convinced her
to try, but didn't enjoy her halfhearted efforts at all.  What his son was
doing felt fantastically amazing.  He wouldn't admit it, but it was better
than fucking his wife.  No matter how he fought it, his son would soon rip
an orgasm from him.

   Kevin was alternating sucking and rubbing with licking.  After a few
minutes he started to nibble and bite sharply but not painfully.

   "Oh God that's good!" Ken heard himself say.  He couldn't believe he
said that out loud.  He started to run his fingers through his own hair,
trying to hold his brains in.

   His son then sucked the head of his cock in and then slid his mouth
slowly down his father's shaft, swallowing all the way.  The boy was
struggling to take more.  Ken felt a roughness against his cock head and
knew it was deep in his son's throat.  He was losing it.

   "Unnnnngh" Ken cried out.  His balls tightened, and his hips tried to
thrust.

   Kevin pulled his head back until just his lips locked around the head.
He grabbed the shaft with his hands and began to pump furiously.

   "I'm cummmmmmming!" Ken warned his son.  He felt his cock pump mightily
despite his trying to hold it back so his son could move his head.  His son
sucked and swallowed and sucked and swallowed while milking his father's
cock for more.

   Ken couldn't breathe.  He was gasping as he tried to keep conscious.  If
the axle wasn't pinning him down he would have been flopping like a caught
fish.  He had never cum so hard in his life.  He was ready to die now.

   As the endorphins drained away, he began to return to reality.  He was
still lying exposed on a dirty floor and his son was a cocksucker.  His son
had eaten his sperm.  He didn't know how he would live with the shame.

   "Thank you Kevin", Ken felt like an idiot for saying that, but he was
also grateful.  "You can stop now.  I'm done."

   Kevin opened his mouth enough to slur around his father's hard dick. 
"Oh no dad, there's more."

   Ken had orgasmed and now his cock would shrink like normal.  But Kevin
kept the end of his father's dick in his mouth.  He began to suck very
softly.

   Ken winced and grunted from the over stimulated sensitivity in his cock,
but there was also an unquenched desire still burning inside him.  He was
ashamed of what he had felt, but it had felt better than anything, and he
still wanted more.  His cock hadn't softened much and now it was painfully
hard again and demanding more.

   "Oh God that feels incredible.  Don't stop." His shame was now complete.

   Then Ken felt his son's mouth leave the end of his cock.  He felt
terrible loss for an instant and then he understood why.

   Kevin pulled off his boots and pulled his pants down further and off one
leg.  The boy then pushed against his father's legs, spreading them wide.
Ken could have clamped his legs together, but he wanted nothing more than
to cum.  He felt exposed and vulnerable, but very excited.  He felt a small
hand wrap around the end of his cock where his son's mouth had been.

   Kevin then licked the underside of his dad's cock from the base of the
head, upward.  Ken groaned loudly.  Kevin moved his head down and licked up
again.  He continued moving down the long cock, licking upward each time.
The boy reached the hairy base of the big cock and began to nibble and
suck, and that felt particularly good.  The he began to lick the balls sack
roughly.

   Ken groaned wildly.  He wished his son would just suck him off and not
keep building to an insane orgasm.  Kevin then sucked in each ball,
mouthing and tickling it with his tongue.  He continued down below the
balls, licking hard.  Ken cried out as nerves he didn't know he had, sang
in ecstasy.  His son then stuck his tongue down into the crack of his
father's ass.  The boy's tongue just was able to reach his father's
asshole, and licked across it wildly, but because of the position his dad
was trapped at, he couldn't do anymore.

   Ken felt this and almost came without anything happening to his cock. 
He was sure that if his son could stick his tongue deep in his asshole, he
would have.  The thought was disgusting and impossibly erotic at the same
time.  Ken knew he was losing his mind.

   Ken felt his son's face leave his ass and then he felt some warm wet
spit slide down into the crack of his ass.  Kevin then sucked in his
father's cock again.  Ken whined and sobbed in relief.  Kevin began sucking
up and down, bobbing his head hard, while one hand cupped and played with
Ken's balls.

   Then Ken felt something press up against the sphincter of his asshole.
It was narrow and pressed hard.  He finally had the direst stimulation he
needed to crest the mountain of intense sensations.  Endorphins crashed
against his brain and his balls exploded, pumping hot cum up his shaft and
into his son's warm and eager mouth.  He couldn't warn his son, nor did he
need to.  The boy drank it all greedily.

   Ken felt a flush of deep love for his son, that he would eat his
father's cum.  Now he was truly done and satisfied.  His dick was sore and
the finger at his asshole was irritating.  But, the boy wouldn't stop.

   Ken hadn't fully crashed from his endorphin high yet.  Kevin went wild
on his father's dick, pumping his head and sucking hard.  His father's
saliva soaked asshole relented and he slid a finger in deep, feeling
around. He wrapped his other hand tight around the hairy cock base,
squeezed hard, and began to twist back and forth.

   Ken called out in frustrated intense pain.  By the time his voice died
away, the flame of lust rose to cover any discomfort.  He began to sob with
the intensity of his nerves screaming in pain and ecstasy.  His son's
finger inside has asshole created the full feeling of needing to shit, but
it also flushed him with more lust and burning need.  Then he felt a second
finger invade him and the boy touched something deep inside.  Ken became
incoherent and sobbed while babbling He was no longer in control of his
body and was riding the reactions his son forced inside of him.  He hadn't
gotten soft, and now he was going to cum again.  He could feel that his
cock was sore, but that just increased the sensitivity.

   A fire erupted in his balls as they strained to provide yet another
load. Fire shot up his shaft on the inside and burned at his piss hole.  He
felt his cock pump, and pump, and pump some more.  He had no idea if
anything was coming out, but it wouldn't end.  He had no idea how long his
son tortured him with over-sweet sensations.

   Eventually Kevin slowed down and let his father calm down gently.  He
pulled his fingers free from his father's tight asshole and wiped them on a
nearby rag.  He had used everything he had learned at camp, and created a
few things more.  It was the first time for his father and Kevin had taken
him further than he had been by the time camp ended.

   He hoped he had converted his father.  He kept his father's balls
cradled and rubbed his lower stomach, while aftershock spasms occasional
shook his dad.  Still, he didn't want to walk around the axle and see his
father's face.

   Ken stopped sobbing and was able to catch his breath.  His groin ached,
his cock could feel molecules of air hitting it, and his asshole would be
sore for a week.  He was totally drained and exhausted.  But, he was also
blissfully happy and had never been so completely satisfied in his life. 
After a few minutes he was able to speak.

   "Please, no more.  I can't take any more." He begged his son.  He
wouldn't trade this experience for all the money in the world, but any more
would kill him.

   Ken continued, "Okay, that was fantastic, and you aren't in trouble, I
promise.  But, we will never tell anyone.  Right?" Then he changed his
tone. "Will you put my pants back on?  Please?"

   Kevin walked uncertainly around the axle and looked down at his father's
tear streaked face.  "Dad, you have to promise me something."

   Ken was still exposed and at the mercy of his son, and now deeply in his
debt.  "What?"

   "Will you suck my cock too?  You have to.  It's a rule.  It's your
turn."

   An hour ago, Ken had no intentions of ever sucking anyone's cock.  Now
his heart jumped a little at the chance to share this pleasure with his
son. "Yes, I promise.  I will suck your cock just like you did mine." He
paused, "Alright, are we done?"

   Kevin nodded yes.

   "Okay, now will you please pull my pants up and go get some help?" Ken
whined.

   Kevin walked over to a corner of the barn and pulled out a floor jack.
He wedged the plate under the transmission.  He then twisted the handle
clockwise and began to pump the handle.

   Ken was amazed.  He didn't know that Kevin knew how to do that.  After a
few pumps, the axle had raised enough, and Ken slid out, then stood and
pulled his pants back on.

   Ken had never broken a promise and he intended to keep his word.  He
would learn from his son everything he could about sucking cock, so he
could do to his son what his son had done for him.  He also knew that they
would often have lots of practice sessions on each other.



   Kevin just stood there, wondering how it was going to feel when he got
his father to thrust that big cock deep into his ass.



   Should I write more homosexual pedophile stories or stick with
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