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   Story Contains (M/b, mast, M/b/F, incest, pedo)

   I was horny at work all day.  I had been rubbing my dick under my desk
since after lunch and I needed to get laid.  I thought about a quick
restroom suck somewhere after work, but I wanted something different.  I
wanted something that I desired, not a quick fix.  As I lightly flicked at
my dick under the desk, my eyes wandered to the family portrait on my desk.
I wasn't focusing on my wife, but instead, I rubbed a little faster as I
took in the features of my sons.  I recalled the images of David's ten year
old butt and the muscles that were growing as he aged.  I remembered
breathing the scent of Corey's seven year old head of straight brown hair.
I remembered the years of bathing them both when they were younger and
lingering in one special spot.  I also remembered stopping myself from
doing something that I would regret.  I have been good for so many years.
It was much easier to fondle and not get caught when they were toddlers,
feeling their miniature hard-ons throb in orgasm while I sucked and knowing
that they wouldn't say anything.  But I had to keep myself in check as they
grew older.

   My wife and I had been fighting so much lately and it had been months
since we had any sex.  If the boys were getting me hard, I used to be able
to fuck the wife and take out my passion on her, but I hadn't had that in a
while.

   I just about yelped when my phone rang.  I jumped in my seat and felt my
knuckles bruise against the desk.  My heart was pounding and my hands shook
as I fumbled to answer the phone.  My eyes panned and tried to look at the
walkway outside my cubical to see if anyone had noticed me acting like an
idiot.  No one had seen me and I breathed a sigh of relief.

   I didn't answer the phone in time and I dialed the voicemail.  It was my
wife who called.  She was still pissed about me telling her that she could
fuck up the simplest things in life.  It was true anyway, Alicia had a way
of fucking things up on purpose ,so that the task would become some one
else's responsibility.  She was calling to tell me that she was going out
of town for the weekend with her friends and that I would have to take care
of the boys.  Normally this would be fine with me, but I really wanted to
get my dick sucked by another guy or even just a quick hand job in a
parking lot.  The clock on my desk said that it was only 3:30pm so I had an
hour and a half before I could start my weekend.

   I let my phone drop on the desk a bit harder than normal, staring at it
and wondering where things went wrong.  I think that the only reason that
Alicia and I had gotten along so well was because we liked to mess around
with the boys when they were super young.  I remember Alicia's look of
ecstasy when David's baby mouth began suckling at her nipple.  She said
that it felt amazing and after a while I was licking her pussy while David
sucked on her tit.  Things were hot back then and we couldn't wait to try
out new things with our baby boys.  I even got to masturbate David's one
year old boner into my wife's pussy while he orgasmed.

   Remembering the "toddler-days" was getting me really worked up.  I began
flicking at my hard-on under the desk even faster as I recalled Corey's
baby mouth suckling the syrup off of my dickhead.

   I stopped myself from exploding under my desk and shot a hot load in the
men's room and then made up a crazy excuse to get out of work early.  I
just jizzed a fuck-ton but was still itching for some fun.  I got like that
a lot and my dick felt hot all the time when it happened.

   I drove for about twenty minutes to get to my favorite rest stop off of
the interstate.  When the right people were hanging around, I could get a
good suck or a hand job, but it was usually at night.  In the afternoon,
there seemed only old folks and traveling families.  I watched a father
adjust the pull-ups on his little boy and my mind went back to my own boys
at home.  I had avoided touching them for so long because I didn't want to
face jail and I know that my wife felt the same way.  I wondered if she
would want to rekindle the hotness of the old days by trying some things
with our kids.  I stood at the urinal of the rest stop, growing a woody as
I imagined Corey's little boner slamming into his mom's pussy.  I got a
strange look from an older man who was at the urinal next to me and decided
to wait till he was gone to zip up and get back to my car.

   I sat with my phone in my hands, thinking about what I should do next. I
could probably end my frustration by having a quick cum in the bathroom at
home or I could try a quick hookup online for tonight.  Without finalizing
anything, my thumbs rushed to tap the tiny keys on my phone.  I typed
quickly before I lost the courage, 'I'M SORRY...I MISS WHAT WE USED TO BE'.
I had sent the message for my wife to receive, and soon as I hit the send
key, I regretted it.  She was more wrong than I was and it was difficult to
swallow that down and type the message.  My heart beat in my chest as I
waited for a reply.  Part of me was ready for a fight if she was rude about
it and the other part didn't know what else to expect.

   It felt like forever, but it was probably only ten minutes before I saw
her reply as a single question mark.  I was shaking a little but found the
courage to enter another message that read,

   'I MISS OR FAMILY FUN AND HOW EXCITED WE WOULD GET FOR EACH OTHER.'

   I was shaking even more and tried to steady my hands against the
steering wheel as I typed the second part of the message, 'YOU EVER WANT TO
GO BACK TO THAT KIND OF FUN?' Alicia would know exactly what the term
'family fun' meant, since its the code that we would use when talking about
what we did with the boys.

   My heart pounded in my chest and it was difficult to wait even longer to
read my wife's reply, which was a simple 'YES'.  I just about pissed myself
when I read her message.  In that moment, I truly felt like I could forgive
all of her stupid shit, just so we could be pedophile parents again.

   'BUT ITS DANGEROUS.' My wife added, in a second text.

   My shoulders slouched and I felt my heart sink.  I imagined my seven
year old boy shuddering with pleasure as he experienced his first orgasm at
the touch of his mommy and daddy.  But I guess Alicia would be fine without
the risk or the pleasure.

   I wasn't sure what to reply with.  I felt disappointment along with a
surge of lust for my wife again.  My phone vibrated and chirped, and I read
the text from my wife that said, 'BUT YOU CAN HAVE FUN IF U WANT.' My dick
solidified against the material of my pants.

   'REALLY?' I quickly typed as a reply.

   'YES,' She replied, 'LUCKY BASTARD'

   My hands were shaking like crazy as I read my wife's words, giving me
permission to touch our boys.  I had to retype the words a few times
because I was so shaky, but I finally sent the text, 'HAVE FUN WITH ME?'

   I pinched the hardon in my pants as I waited for a reply from Alicia.  I
watched families pile back into a van and I wondered if those youngsters
ever felt the sexual touch of their parents.  I waited for about ten
minutes, but Alicia never sent a reply to my invitation.  I had to stop
rubbing myself and focus on my breathing, so that I could drive without
having a premature ejaculation in my pants.  I took a deep breath and
pulled the car out of the rest stop parking lot and made my way home.

   When I got home, I made my way to the master bedroom as fast as I could.
The front of my slacks had a huge, dark wet blotch from my precum that was
free flowing all day.  I saw that Corey was playing with a friend in the
back yard and figured that David was probably in his room.

   As I was pulling on a pair of khaki shorts, I heard a knock on the
bedroom door, followed by David's voice.

   "Dad?" David said from the other side of the door.  "Can I go over to
Stevie's house?"

   My heart jumped and I opened the door.  I gulped as I looked at my son
with different eyes, knowing that I had permission to do things with him.

   "Do you really want to go right now?" I asked, "I was hoping we could
have some 'guy time' together." Guy Time was my way of saying, 'Mom is out,
let's eat junk food and play xbox.'

   "Please, Dad?" David begged, running a soft hand through his brunette
bangs.  David didn't have long hair, but kept it just long enough for bangs
in front of his eyebrows.  "Stevie got a new ramp at his house and we were
gonna try it out." He added.

   I sighed, looking at the paper bag that I had brought with me.  I
grabbed the paper bag off of the bed and looked at my ten year old boy as
he waited for an answer.

   "I wanted to give you something." I said, feeling the shaky nervousness
return.  I extended my arm, offering the bag to my son.

   David took the bag, looking at it with a perplexed face.  "What is it?"
He asked, opening the bag and peeking inside.

   I grinned as I saw my son's eyes open wide and his mouth drop open. 
David fished his young hand into the bag to pull out a porno magazine with
a naked man and woman on the cover.  My son looked at me with those
adorable bright blue eyes, as if asking permission.  I smiled and nodded
and watched him glance out the door and down the hallway, to make sure we
were alone.  David flipped through the first few pages and I closed the
bedroom door, locking it.

   My ten year old son's breathing had become shaky as he fixed his eyes on
a full page of three naked girls, touching each other.  When David sat down
on the edge of the bed, I knew it was because he was getting hard.  I sat
next to him and looked at the pictures with him.

   "How come you're giving this to me?" David asked.  "I thought we weren't
allowed to look at stuff like this."

   "You're a growing boy." I said, putting a hand on his back.  "When your
dick gets hard, like it is now," I tapped my index finger on the tent in
his blue Bermuda shorts, "You need something good to look at while you rub
it."

   David avoided looking at me as his face turned red.  "You know about
that?" He asked.

   I just about shot a load in my shorts when he said that.  I had no idea
that my son had already learned to masturbate, and thought it was such a
turn on that he thought I had found out.

   "Yes.  I know about it." I answered, "How many times a day do you do it,
son?"

   David set the magazine down on his lap, looking away and at the wall. 
He was clearly embarrassed by the subject.

   I rubbed a reassuring hand on his little back, "It's alright," I said,
"I rub mine every morning and before I go to bed." I leaned in closer, "And
sometimes I do it at work."

   My son's head turned quickly to look at me.  "You do?"

   "Yep." I answered.

   David smiled a little, still red in the face.  "I do it in the shower."
He admitted.  "The soap feels good." He let out a shaky laugh, looking to
see my response.

   I smiled at my boy, telling him it was okay.  "Do you do it any other
times?" I asked.

   David shook his head, looking back at the magazine.  It got quiet for a
few, as I watched my boy turn the pages to find new images that were
turning him on.

   "Do you like rubbing it in in the shower?" I asked, pointing at my son's
crotch.

   David nodded his head eagerly in response.  I smiled again and patted
his back.  "There's a lot of other ways to make it feel good." I said.

   David stopped flipping the page, in mid-turn.  "There are?"

   I chuckled at my son's surprised face.  "Yes." I said, "I like to put a
sandwich bag between the mattresses, with lotion inside the bag and move my
dick in and out."

   "Whoa." David breathed.  "What other ways are there?" He asked.

   "You can get naked, " I said, "and hump your dick against a pillow." I
continued rubbing my son's back while I spoke.  "You can rub until right
before the good feeling at the end, then stop and start over.  When I do
that, I get the best orgasm in the world at the end."

   "What a orgasm?" David asked.

   "An orgasm, is when your whole body tenses up and you get that good
feeling all over and it feels like you're going to pee."

   "Oh." David said, "I like it when that happens."

   "Me too." I agreed, "Its even better when you can touch some one else."
I looked down at the page that David had stopped on, it had a naked girl
with big breasts with another girl who was shoving a vibrator in her cunt.
I pointed to the breasts of the girl on the page and asked, "Wouldn't it
feel good to rub your dick on this girl's breasts?  Right on the nipple?"

   David's eyes grew wider as he breathed shaky, "Yeah." He answered.

   I moved my finger down to the light brown patch of pubic hair on the
girl's crotch.  "Maybe you could rub your dick right there.  Would that
feel good to you?"

   The magazine shook in my son's hand and he was breathing a little
different.  I noticed my son's smooth legs shifting on the bed a little.

   I said, "What if she kissed your dick when it was hard?  Would you like
that?"

   David kept his wide and excited eyes on the magazine page, as if he
didn't want to miss anything.  I saw my son's young fingers grip tighter
onto the color page.

   Suddenly my boy's lips closed tight and he put on a look that was like
he was angry at something.  I noticed my son's hips rolling and gyrating.
David looked at me and made a noise like a whimper.

   "Are you gonna have an orgasm?" I asked.

   David's face turned a deep red as he nodded his head to say 'yes'.  I
carefully reached my hand under the magazine and grabbed and the tented
material in the crotch of my son's shorts and started squeezing.  I felt my
boy's legs open and then close repeatedly against my touch.

   "It's okay, son." I said, "Keep looking at the girl."

   I kept one hand rubbing soft circles on my son's back while my other
hand grabbed and bunched up the material around my son's pumping erection.
It was so amazing to see my son begin to fuck his hard dick into my groping
hand as he leaned forward.  David hummed a deep moan while every muscle in
his lower body tightened and shook against my slow massage against his
crotch.

   "That's it, son." I whispered, "keep thinking of her touching you."

   I kept slowly squeezing my boy's crotch, even as he continued leaning
forward.  If I wasn't there to brace him, David would have already fallen
off the bed.  I loved that all of his weight was resting on my rubbing hand
as he had his orgasm.  It was amazing how, as his orgasm calmed, David
opened his mouth to let loose loud sighs that accompanied his exhales.

   Finally, David's chest was all the way forward and pressed against my
forearm and he couldn't even see the magazine.  I slowed my hand on him,
barely touching.  When I saw that David's breathing had slowed to normal, I
removed my hand from his shorts but continued rubbing his back.

   "Wasn't that fun?" I asked, using quiet and gentle tones.

   David stayed in his forward position, nodding his head.  After a few
moments, he sat up and closed the magazine, avoiding looking at me.

   "I can keep this in my room?" David asked, holding up the magazine.

   "Yes." I answered.  "Hide it somewhere and if you want more, just let me
know."

   Finally, David looked at me.  "I can have more?" He asked, with a half
smile.

   "Yep." I replied, getting up and unlocking the door.  "But if anyone
asks where you got them, say that you found them."

   It was cute, watching my ten year old boy try to walk out of the room
while adjusting his crotch.  Before David left the room, I said "You should
take that to Stevie's house.  Maybe he'll want to see it too."

   David smiled at me nodding his head with enthusiasm and then walked off
to his room.  I sat back down on the bed, wide eyed and stunned that I
actually did what I had wanted to do for so long.  I didn't get to touch
David's little penis, in the flesh, but I comforted him and guided him as
he had an orgasm.

   I sat on the bed, opening and closing my legs while I massaged my
crotch, like I had just done with my son.  I heard the front door open and
then close as David left to go to his friend's house.  I imagined David and
Stevie looking at the porno together as they rubbed each other off.

   I had to release my hardon before I came.  I still had one more boy that
I could touch and I wanted him to see my load.

   I walked into the living room and watched Corey play on the sidewalk out
front.  Corey's school mate, Sam was playing cars with him.  I wished that
Sam could join in the fun, because he was a hot little redhead that I
dreamed about, but I knew better.

   "Time to come inside, Corey!" I yelled out through the screen door.

   Corey's shoulders slumped when he heard me and he quickly gathered his
toys while saying goodbye to his friend.  I opened the screen door, for
Corey as he ran inside and I saw him glance at the boner poking my pants
out.

   I closed the front door and Corey dumped his hand full of cars onto the
living room coffee table.

   "What are you doing, Daddy?" Corey asked, staring at my crotch.

   "I've been making myself feel good." I said, as I walked over and sat on
the couch.  I opened my legs wide and pawed at the boner in my shorts. 
Corey jumped up and sat on the couch, watching me fondle myself.

   "Do you ever make yourself feel good?" I asked, squeezing my erection.

   "Yeah." Corey replied, "David showed me how, when we used to take
baths."

   I rubbed myself even faster when I heard my seven year old boy admit
that, his older brother had taught him to feel good.

   "We're gonna make each other feel good, right now." I said, picking
Corey up under his arms and setting him to straddle my right thigh. 
Corey's legs were bent under so that he was sitting with his knees pointed
at me.  I felt a jolt of ecstasy as I felt my little boy's knee brush
against the crotch of my shorts.

   As soon as Corey was set down and comfy, I immediately lifted the hem of
his shirt and fished my fingers into his shorts.  I felt Corey flinch and
gasp at my touch as I probed until my hand was inside his briefs.  My thumb
and forefinger found Corey's little soft intact penis and I rolled it in my
grip.

   "I want to make you hard, like me." I explained.

   "Okay." Corey said, pushing his hips forward.

   I continued to rub the smooth skin of Corey's flaccid little dick,
feeling it lengthen in my touch.  It didn't take long before I was
masturbating an erect little two inch cock.  I could feel Corey's small
legs squeeze and grip my upper legs as I rubbed him.

   "You wanna see Daddy's pee pee?" I asked.

   I smiled when I saw Corey's head bob up and down to say 'yes'.  I
released my boy's hardon and opened the crotch on my shorts.  My hands
shook as I reached through the slit in my boxers and fished out my eight
inch hardon.  I smiled when my seven year old son gasped at the size of my
dick.

   "Wow." Corey breathed.  "Its big!"

   I felt a wave of pleasure run through me, from such a young child seeing
my hard cock.  I reached my hand a took hold of Corey's right hand, placing
it on my hard shaft.  A wave of pleasure ran through me and I flinched
while holding his hand tight on my dick.  My breathing suddenly became
labored and uneven and I quickly removed my young boy's hand.

   "Did you get your good feeling?" Corey asked, looking at my twitching
dick.

   "Almost." I answered.  "But I want to wait.  When grown ups get their
good feeling, stuff comes out and it makes a mess.  Plus I want to make it
last."

   "Stuff comes out?" Corey asked, looking like he wanted to grab hold of
my cock again.

   "Yeah." I said.  I put my little boy's hard cock in my fingers again,
seeing him briefly hold his breath at my touch.  "You know when you rub
your pee pee a lot and it feels really good and like you're going to pee?"

   "Yeah." Corey said in an exhale.

   "When you get older," I explained, "You don't pee, but sperm comes out."

   "Sperms?" Corey breathed.

   "Its gooey white stuff that shoots out and it makes babies." I said.

   "Wow." Corey said, as he began gyrating his hips against my rubbing. 
"It feels like I pee when I get the good feeling, maybe some comes out."
Corey added.

   "You're too young for that." I said, as I picked up the speed on his
little erection.  "You won't be able to make sperm until you're around
twelve years old."

   Corey tightened the muscles in his abdomen as I sped up.  But even as I
rubbed him faster, he still spoke.

   "My sperms are pretend?" Corey asked.

   "Sure." I said, smiling at my boy's youthful explanation for what his
body does during orgasm.  "You can make all of the pretend sperm you want."

   Corey's legs tightened even more on my thigh as he ground his hips
against me.  "I want to make them come out, now."

   "You gotta wait." I said, slowing down on his little dick.  "I want to
show you all kinds of different ways to make this," I tugged on his
foreskin a couple of times, "feel really good."

   "Okay." Corey agreed.

   I lifted Corey off of my lap and told him to take his clothes off
because I wanted to see him naked.  The little guy was so turned on that he
tried to take everything off as quick as possible.  I stood up and pulled
all of my clothes off as well.  When we were both naked, I led my eyes
wander all over my little boy's soft features, wishing that my wife could
be here to enjoy him as well.

   I sat back down on the couch and lifted Corey back onto my right leg. 
His little body was so smooth and every part of him that touched me, felt
like absolute heaven.  I pulled my boy close, hugging his soft head of
brown hair against my chest hair.  I kissed his head and whispered, "I love
touching you, son.  You're so soft."

   "You're hairy, Daddy." Corey said, making me chuckle.

   I moved my little boy so that he sat with his butt on my pubic hair and
my hardon was up between his legs.  Corey laid his smooth back against my
stomach, letting his head rest at the center of my chest.  I reached
between Corey's legs and pulled my dick up, against his scrotum and tiny
cock, my boy instinctively closed his legs tight against my erection.  I
hummed a sigh of pleasure into my son's hair as I kissed him and I grabbed
his little pecker and pressed it against mine.  I loved how my boy's soft
little ball sack mashed against the grandeur of my erection.  I felt hot
jolts of pleasure as I looked at my seven year old's young and soft body
laying against my dark body hair.

   "I wanna see your sperms come out, Daddy." Corey demanded, grabbing hold
of my cock.

   That's when I heard the front door come flying open.  My heart
immediately sped up and I was lifting Corey's naked little body off of me
when I realized that it was my wife.

   I sat still in freeze frame, with my son raised off of my hard dick,
watching for what Alicia would do.  When she closed the front door and saw
us, she let out a loud gasp, clearly not expecting us to be naked on the
couch.  Alicia smiled at me and the at her boy, who I still held in the
air.

   "Hi Mommy!" Corey piped, waving at his mother.

   I set Corey back down, where he was before.  We were both naked and I
was busted.  I felt my dick shrivel a little as my wife walked across the
living room and threw her keys on the kitchen counter along with her purse.
She made her way back to the living room where I'm sure I looked like a
deer in head lights.

   "Hi." I said, feeling more than awkward at the situation.  The last time
Alicia and I were in the same room together, she called me a selfish prick
and left the room.  My heart was pounding as I watched my wife stare at the
floor by the couch, looking like she didn't know what to say.

   "The girls couldn't do the night out?" I asked as I tried to hide my
crotch along with our son's.

   "No." Alicia answered, draping her long brown hair over her left ear. 
"I just decided to come home."

   My mouth dropped open a little and I could feel my face turn red as I
studied my wife's expressions.  She knew what I would be doing.  She knew
that it would be dangerous, but I wondered if she knew that I would move
this quickly.

   Corey was restless against me, pressing my hands into his crotch.  The
silence was strange as I watched to see if my wife would just leave the
room because she wasn't ready for this.  Alicia looked like she was about
to say something but them shut her mouth and turned away.  She did this a
couple times.  Finally my wife leaned forward and kissed Corey on the
forehead.

   "Are you having fun with Daddy?" Alicia asked, in her Mommy voice.

   "Yeah!" Corey yelped, "But Daddy has a lot of hair."

   Alicia looked at me, stifling a laugh.  "Yep." She said, "That's the way
we found him in the woods, honey.  We taught him how to talk, but we forgot
to shave him."

   I shared a chuckle with my wife, feeling her hand move to hold mine.  I
knew that my face was turning red and that tears were filling my eyes, but
it was okay because, I could see the same thing in my wife's eyes.  I
squeezed Alicia's hand, realizing how long it had been since we had been
happy together, without having to fake it.

   My wife's hand moved away from mine and I suddenly felt a jolt as she
grabbed my boner.  I could feel her pressing my cock against our son's
smooth ball sack and then opening her grip to press Corey's erection
against mine.  I sucked in a quick breath while Alicia's hand slowly jacked
my son and I and the same time.

   I watched Alicia show her 'mommy-smile' to our young boy, and felt him
flinch and gasp as she touched him.

   "Is that feeling good?" Alicia asked, kissing the top of Corey's head.
Corey replied with a slow nod, moving his hands away from his own crotch.

   I heard Alicia laugh a little and then say, in a calm and comforting
tone, "It's okay honey, you don't have to be embarrassed."

   I looked down at my son's blushing face and thought how amazing it was
that he was embarrassed at his mother's touch.  I figured Corey would be up
for anything, since he didn't have a problem with my touch in the first
place.

   "Don't you like it, buddy?" I asked, seeing that Corey was looking away
from his mother's rubbing hand.  "You want Mom to stop?"

   Corey's eyes were looking at his mother's rubbing fingers, and after a
few seconds he shook his head.  I wrapped my arms around Corey's soft
chest, hugging him close.

   "You know," I said, "When you were a baby, you used to get naked with us
all the time."

   "I did?" Corey asked.

   I nodded my head, letting my chin lightly touch his head.  "And we would
touch you and you would suck on mommy's boobies and make her feel good."

   "Oh." Corey breathed.

   Corey was still holding back and I asked, "Does it feel weird cause its
Mommy?"

   Corey nodded his head, still avoiding eye contact with Alicia.

   I saw my wife slow down on Corey's little boner and say, "It's alright,
honey.  I'll stop if you want me to." She smiled at him, just like she did
when she used to get him dressed before bed.  "All I want is for you to
feel good."

   Corey kept silent but opened his legs a bit wider while his mommy
massaged our hardon's together.  I could feel my boy's smooth ass cheeks
tighten repeatedly as his mother picked up the pace.  Finally, our boy was
getting into it more.

   "See?" I whispered into his ear, "It feels a little weird, but feels
good too, huh?"

   "Yeah." Corey breathed as his legs twitched and his breathing got a bit
labored.

   I kissed my son gently on the soft skin just behind his right ear and
whispered, "You want to see what Mommy looks like when she's naked?"

   A smile stretched on Corey's little mouth and he shook his head with
excitement.  I saw my wife's eyes open wide like she was surprised, but I
knew that her expression was more from a sudden jolt of lust.

   When Alicia let go of our dicks, I grabbed my son's hands and placed
them to hold both of our cocks.  "Make us feel good." I said.

   Alicia stood and began removing her blouse as she walked to the front
door and locked it.  "David has been trying to call you." She said, as she
slipped off her blouse and began unbuttoning her jeans.  "He's staying the
night at Stevie's house."

   I was in heaven, feeling my son's young hands working our dicks in his
grip.  I recalled that my cell phone was still in my work pants and on
vibrate.

   Alicia was standing in front of us, only wearing her black sports bra
and her white panties.  "He sounded a little awkward.  Is there something I
should know?" She asked.

   I felt Corey slow his jacking on our cocks, tilting his head to look at
me.

   "I'll tell you later." I replied.

   "You didn't waste any time, did you?" My wife chuckled.

   I shrugged and pressed my seven year old boy's hands back to rubbing us
both.

   "Are you ready?" Alicia asked, looking directly at Corey's bashful
smile. She didn't wait for an answer, but simply undid the clasp on the
back of her bra, letting her plump breasts pop into the open.  Alicia cast
her bra aside, onto the carpet and waited, letting Corey get a good look.

   "You like them?" Alicia asked, with a smile.

   Corey just smiled in return as he took in all of the adult detail of his
mother's medium sized breasts.  I think Corey's face was turning even more
red as he stared at his mother's naked top half, trying to act like he
wasn't embarrassed.

   "when you were a baby," I said to Corey, "You would suck on mommy's
boobies and you would make her feel good, like this..." I took Corey's
little hardon into my grip and masturbated him, feeling his hips push up.
"It would make her boobies feel good and she would feel good on her peepee.
You want to see what a girl's peepee looks like?  It's different from
ours."

   The bashful smile was gone from Corey's face, replaced by one of
determination as he gyrated his hips against me and stared at his mother's
body.  Corey nodded his head and watched as his mother hooked her thumbs
into her panties and pulled them down.  There was an audible gasp from
Corey as he saw his mother's nude crotch for the first time, that he could
remember.

   "Girl's don't have a wiener like guys do." I said, gesturing for Alicia
to come closer.  "They have an opening, right here." I wiggled my fingers
against my wife's clit, then let my fingers venture lower, to finger her a
little.  I kept my thumb pressed on my wife's mon's and repeatedly squeezed
my fingers and thumbs toward each other, making her bend at the knees a
bit.

   Alicia let out a grunt, bracing herself against the back of couch. 
"That's good, honey." She moaned.

   "Mommy is feeling good right now." I said to Corey.  I rubbed my son's
stiff penis faster, "She feels just like your peepee feels right now." I
added.

   I was rubbing both my seven year old son and my wife at the same time.
Nothing compares to the nasty kind of incest that I was enjoying with my
family at that moment...nothing.  I pinched my wife's pussy tighter,
hearing her react with a squeal and press her thighs together, tight.

   Finally, I let go of her crotch and grabbed Corey's right hand, folding
his little fingers into a fist and then extending the index and middle
fingers.  I moved our boy's hand to Alicia's pussy, seeing her hold her
breath and open her legs to receive his touch.  I moved Corey's fingers to
fondle his mommy's clit and I loved watching her muscles flex at his touch.
Next, I moved Corey's fingers so that they were gently going inside of his
mother.  Corey's eyes were wide with both pleasure from my other hand that
was jacking him and from touching a naughty part of his mother.

   "It's okay?" Corey asked when he heard his mother's deep moans as his
fingers entered her pussy.

   I went to answer my boy, but Alicia grunted a reply, cutting me off,
"Yes!"

   I felt Corey's tiny fingers take over and begin moving around on his
own. I let go and allowed our boy to explore the good feelings that he
could give his mommy.

   "That's where us boys put our pee pee's when they are hard." I
explained, "The boy and the girl get to feel good at the same time."

   "And then the sperms come out?" Corey asked, scooting closer to his
mother's crotch.

   "Yep," I said, "The sperms go inside, where your fingers are and they
make a baby."

   "Wow." Corey breathed, as he gently wiggled his fingers.

   Alicia was bent forward with both of her hands bracing against the back
of the couch.  Her left hand grabbed hold of her boy's hand and shoved his
little fingers in until his knuckles were burried in her pubic hair.  "Keep
moving your fingers, honey." My wife groaned.

   "Look at how good you're making mommy feel!" I said to Corey.  "She
loves how you're touching her."

   Corey's eyes opened wide with amazement as he watched his mother's hips
gyrate against his probing fingers.  I could see that Corey's hand was
working to move around more as his mother continued holding his hand at her
cunt.

   "Let's show him!" Alicia moaned, with her eyes closed.

   "What?" I asked.  I had stopped rubbing Corey's little dick, since he
was scooting closer to his mother, focusing on her.

   "Let's show him how he was made." Alicia replied, through gritted teeth.

   "Oh," I gasped.  "Okay!  Have you been taking your pills?"

   Alicia shook her head.  I should have known she wouldn't be taking them
since we hadn't had sex in forever.

   "Fuck me." Alicia moaned, "Lets make a baby."

   My first instinct was to calm my wife down so that she could think a bit
clearer, but my second thought was to let my boy see what real sex was
like. I was conflicted and I knew that I didn't have any condoms in the
house.

   Alicia, pulled her boy's hand out of her pussy and moved to kneel in
front of the couch.  It was a turn on to watch my wife drop the 'Mommy act'
and take on a persona of pure animal lust.  I watched Alicia kneel in front
of our boy and lean over to begin tongue kissing Corey's soft stomach. 
Corey laid back and let his mommy's mouth explore him.  I don;t think Corey
knew what to expect, but he looked like he was enjoying the attention.

   Next thing I knew, Corey let out a yelp and his hands were holding onto
the back of his mother's head as she sucked in both his tiny hardon and
balls at the same time.  I watched Corey's fingers tighten on his mother's
hair and his legs extended straight out with his toes curling.  His mommy
was making him feel amazing!

   I was hearing moans and whimpers from the same little voice that asked
for 'seconds' at dinner time and for a candy at the store.  I leaned in and
put my ear closer to my boy, to hear every erotic grunt that he uttered.

   "Let's show him." Alicia said, between breaths.

   Corey laid back all the way on the couch and was catching his breath
while his right hand stroked his little cock.

   "What do you think?" I asked, looking at Corey, "Would you like little
brother or sister?"

   Corey eagerly nodded his head, sitting up.

   My wife grabbed my hand and guided me so that I was standing, then
Alicia plopped herself down on the couch, in front of me, with her legs
spread wide.

   "Corey, look at my penis." I said, rubbing the length and letting my son
watch.  "All of this is going inside , where your fingers were rubbing." I
placed the tip of my dick against my wife's vagina and paused, briefly. 
"Are you sure about this?" I asked.

   "Yes." Alicia replied, pushing her hips forward.  "Do it."

   I slowly moved my pelvis letting my dick head push in.  I was going slow
but with force because it felt amazing.

   Alicia gasped and grunted for me to go slower, but she wanted it, so I
pushed even harder.  This was one of the games that we had played in the
past where Alicia would ask for me to be gentle, but I would immediately do
the opposite and get rough.  She fucking loved it.

   I began rhythmically humping my dick into my wife while she pressed her
fingers hard against her pubis.  I was going at a moderate speed, but went
faster when I heard my wife's grunts, making it sound like she was in pain.

   "Does it hurt?" Corey asked.

   "No, Honey." Alicia moaned, "It feels sooooo good!"

   Corey sat on his legs next to my wife on the couch.  My son's eyes moved
from his mother's pained expressions to my fucking dick.

   "Does it feel good to you too, Daddy?" Corey asked, watching me hammer
my dick into his mother.

   "Oh yes!" I moaned.  "I love how this feels!" I loved our son's child
like questions as we did such erotic, adult things in front of him.  "Lick
your mommy's nipple, Corey." I ordered.

   Corey's eyes examined his mother's jiggling breasts as I fucked her. 
Finally, Corey opened his mouth a small amount and leaned forward with his
tongue out.  My wife couldn't wait and held the back of his head, mashing
her son's open mouth onto her tit.

   Corey's breathing was muffled as Alicia pressed him more.  I silently
urged her to let up on the poor kid and when she removed her hand, our
son's head stayed.  I was getting even more turned on as I watched our
seven year old boy lap his deep red tongue all over his mother's hard
nipple.

   Alicia was almost screaming with every thrust into her cunt and I was
grunting loud.  I was hammering fast and I could feel that I was getting
close to unloading into my wife.  "I'm almost there, are you sure-" I
panted.

   "Yes!" Alicia shouted.  "Cum inside me!"

   Corey stopped licking his mother and sat up.  "Are you going to put the
sperms in?" He asked.

   "Yeah, buddy.  Here it comes." I said.

   My whole pelvis was moving so fast that it was almost a blur.  Corey
took it all in, seeing his mother's eyes roll back into her head and seeing
me fuck like I was trying to hurt her.

   "Keep...watching!" I labored to say as I felt my shaft turn to a
sensitive solid rod.  Every muscle in my body tensed up as I pumped hard
and sloppy into my wife's hot cunt.

   "Are you doing it?" Corey asked, when he saw me slow down and twitch
with each jet that released into his mother.  "Are you putting the baby in
Mommy?" He added.

   I nodded my head, releasing my breath that I had held and moaning with
each new labored thrust.  "It's going in, buddy."

   Sweat dripped onto Alicia's stomach, from my brow.  I was catching my
breath and guiding my hardon in a few more times, with the last spasms of
my orgasm.

   Corey leaned forward and looked at Alicia's stomach like he could see
inside if he looked hard enough.  "The sperms are in there?" He asked,
looking form me to his mother.

   Alicia was rubbing her fingers against her clit as I pulled my cock out.
"Yeah." She answered, rubbing herself faster.  "Daddy's sperms are in
there."

   "Wow!" Corey exclaimed.  "That's how you made me?"

   I nodded my head, sitting down on the coffee table and letting the
remaining cum, drip out of my cock.

   Corey hopped off of the couch and stood in front of me, looking at my
dangling dick.  "Is that the sperms?" He asked, pointing at the cum leaking
onto the floor.

   "Yeah, buddy.  That's what's left over." I answered.

   Corey turned to look between his mother's spread legs, leaning forward
and peeking into her pussy.  He stood up straight again and began rubbing
his little hardon while he watched his mother speed-finger herself.

   "I wanna do it." Corey said, turning to me.  "I wanna help make the
baby, like you did."

   "You can't shoot sperms yet, buddy." I said.

   "I can put my pretend ones in." Corey said, rubbing himself harder.

   My wife was masturbating herself really hard and spreading her legs even
wider.  "Let him do it." She demanded in a whining desperate voice.

   I could feel my heart rate pick up again as I felt a hot jolt, realizing
how erotic the situation had become.  I put my hands on my son's shoulders
and turned him around to face his mother, head on.  I reached my hands
around to fondle his smooth ball sack and hard dick on my fingers and then
I kissed him on the neck.  Alicia watched, through her spread legs, as I
moved her seven year old boy closer.  I reached my hands under Corey's
arms, and picked him up to align his crotch with her's.  My wife's shaky
hands grabbed hold of her boy's erection, an pulled the fleshy hood away to
expose the cock head.

   "Go ahead," I said softly, so my son.  "Push it into mommy."

   I heard Corey suck in a quick breath as he pushed his little cock
forward and into his mommy's pussy.  Alicia let out a high pitched sigh as
she put both hands onto her son's naked ass, pulling him closer.  I gently
set Corey to laying on top of Alicia, with his little butt moving in a slow
fucking motion.  Alicia repeatedly kissed the top of Corey's head of soft
brown hair, telling him he was doing a good job.  I sat next to them,
watching my son's eyes half closed, in ecstasy as he rhythmically fucked
his mother.

   "You can go faster if you want." I said, kissing Corey's shoulder.

   Corey didn't waste any time, and began making a tiny 'fop, fop, fop'
noise as he fucked harder and faster.  My boy's breathing was muffled
against his mother's skin and as he got into it, he propped himself up on
his elbows.  I took Corey's right hand and moved it to play with his
mother's left nipple and we heard Alicia yelp in response.

   I noticed Alicia's face become one of determination and lust.  She put
both of her hands to hold her son's cheeks as he looked up at her.  "You're
making me feel so good, honey."

   Corey had a tiny dick, and I figured that the head of his little hardon
must be fucking into her clit at just the right spot for her to be feeling
this good.

   I saw my wife's hands move around to hold Corey's perfect little round
butt as he humped like crazy.  Alicia began letting out a continuous stream
of quiet whimpers and I knew she was getting close.

   "Corey?" I said, "You're about to make mommy get her good feeling.  Hump
her even faster.  Okay?"

   Corey barely nodded his head in reply and began making louder and faster
slapping noises as he hammered his mother's pussy.  Corey kept up the speed
and moved his head to look down at his mother's stomach, but Alicia turned
his head so that he was looking at her.

   Finally, Alicia stared straight into her little boy's eyes as she let
out loud moans of pleasure as her orgasm hit.  She wouldn't let go of her
baby boy's small face and she shook the entire couch in an erotic
convulsion.

   "Harder!" Alicia urged.

   Corey was already fucking pretty hard and fast, but he switched into
full hammer-fuck mode as his mother screamed and shook.  I felt Alicia hand
grasp mine and exchange a look with me, sharing the moment.

   I leaned forward and kissed my wife like I hadn't done in years and was
glad to feel her kissing back.  As Alicia's orgasm faded, her breathing
calmed and she grabbed onto my arm, bracing as her son hammered at her
sensitive cunt.

   Corey brought his elbows in closer, propping himself up better, allowing
him to slam his little pelvis as hard as possible.  I saw the worried look
on my boy's face as he lost himself in pleasure.

   I started hearing whimpers and grunts that sounded like he was about to
start crying.  Corey;s young eyes locked onto mine as he moaned half words.


   I got up close and asked, "Are you gonna shoot your pretend sperms?"

   I only got a loud squeal in response to my question and suddenly Corey's
whole face turned red and he held his breath.  His fucking got staggered
and sloppy and I saw all of his back muscles flex, while his butt cheeks
clenched.

   "Are you putting your baby in Mommy?" I asked.

   Corey slowly nodded his head to say 'yes'.  His little body continued
leaning forward, pushing his cumming dick in as far as possible.  Alicia,
ran her fingers through her son's hair, comforting him as his body twitched
with every dry shot into her.

   "I can feel it, honey." She said, softly.

   Finally, Corey quit holding his breath and began panting, loudly.  Corey
collapsed, letting the weight of his little body rest against his mother.

   "You did good, buddy." I said, circling my hand on Corey's back.

   "You sure did." Alicia, added as she gently massaged our boy's tiny butt
cheeks.  "You did it just like a grown up."

   -End

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