Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Just Another Day (Mb, F-solo, voyeur, ped, inc, anal) By Silent Steps -------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or deceased is entirely coincidental. If you are under eighteen years old, or if it is illegal in your community to read explicit stories depicting sex between adults and minors, or if you are offended by such material, close this and go do something else. Do not contact me attempting to arrange illegal activities or the trading of illegal material. In short, let's keep this legal - that way, we can keep it fun. Thank you. -------------------------------------------------- It was a sunny and dry June morning. Sylvia Aubern was washing the dishes, looking every bit the part of a traditional housewife in her modest dress. Her dense brunette hair was tied up in a bun, and her conservative clothes somehow seemed to enchance the width of her child-baring hips. She felt almost too traditional, but she also liked it in a way. After all, she had been blessed with an easy and very loving family life. She wouldn't trade it for the world. Back in 'normal' society, Sylvia had sexually and emotionally repressed, like most children. That changed when her uncle, bless his heart, had made love to her when she was only seven. It had been the most liberating moment of her young life; her first orgasm, her first taste of semen, and even her first kiss. But watching him be taken away and put in prison had been traumatic as well. They tried so hard to convince her she was a victim, and that the source of the trauma was the pleasure she'd shared with that kind and gentle man. She quickly learned that this was the fate of so many young girls and boys, and it broke her heart. How excited she had been to discover the Community! And now, ten years later, she was raising a family exactly the way she felt it should be done. If that wasn't empowerment, what was? Even now, the heavy, rythmic slapping of skin against skin echoed through the walls of her home as Sylvia washed the forks and knives. She shut her eyes to listen. It was the musical sound of a loving father pounding away into one of the very children he helped bring into being. But which one, she wondered? Sylvia listened hard, trying to divine who was whom from the sounds. The thing about children is that their moans are all so high pitched, it can be hard even for a mother to distinguish who it belongs to. It couldn't be little Cassie. Her father could only fit a little past the head of his cock into her, and that wasn't enough for such full, firm thrusts... even anally, she was just too small and fragile. It could have been her older sister, Lucy. Both of that girl's holes could be pounded like that, and frequently were. Or maybe it was Samuel, the pretty middle child of seven. He loved his daddy's cock as much as either of his sisters, which pleased Sylvia tremendously. She'd always had a bit of a fetish for men being together, and a man and a boy was even better. Something about seeing a kid's little hardon bouncing while his little bottom gets hammered into just got her entire body buzzing. Curious and now a little horny, Sylvia paused her dishwashing and shut off the faucet, stepping out into the hallway for a look. It was a small house, but big enough for each child to have their own room. Immediately, and to her great delight, Sylvia recognized Samuel's voice gasping "daddy". Excited, she peeked into his bedroom. Her husband, Terrance, had such a beautiful body. A strong bald head, a tightly muscled back... and not a bad ass either. It was delightful to see how his muscles worked atop a small child, and that was the first sight that greeted Sylvia when she peeked inside. Aside from a whining voice, the only sign of little Samuel was a pair of cute little boy feet up around his father's haunches. The rest of him was completely obscured by the adult who was fucking him. Sylvia's sex grew more and more flushed against her panties. She loved watching Terrance fuck the kids, any of them. But she didn't want to interfere, either. She just spied on the two, taking pride in her son's ability to take every inch of her husband's considerable girth up his tight little ass. Samuel was a little cutie, with the sweetest and most kissable thick lips you ever saw on a boy. He got those from his mother, as well as a tight little bubble butt. The latter was a blessing, because the boy seemed to crave anal like a drug, to the point where even his mother would end up fingering him while playing with his adorable little penis. He always responded well to anything up his tight, pink anus - but nothing like the cock of his own father. They say a father's prick is shaped exactly perfect for all of his children's holes, and Sylvia had come to believe it. "Oh daddy..." The boy's soft little voice cooed again, his hands lacing around the strong neck above him. Samuel pulled himself up and buried his face in the familiar forest of his father's chest hairs, inhaling deeply. "You're so warm for daddy..." Terrance replied in a choked voice, leaning down to kiss the boy on the top of the head as he groped at the two cute buns he was pounding so hard at. That thick adult cock was in a truly wonderful place. Sylvia imagined that it was being exquisitely massaged by the muscles of the child's oriface, heated by the oven-like passage beyond. She at least knew how it felt around her fingers. To her delight, the scene suddenly got even sexier. TSamuel was lifted upright onto his daddy's bent legs, face to face. Father and son kissed in this position - a soft, gentle kiss on the lips, like any father would give to his child. Then the boy's legs were grasped by his father's larger, stronger hands and lifted, turning him in place like a corkscrew. Submitting to this, Samuel hooked one arm around his daddy's neck and maneuvered himself until his back was pressed up where his face has been. He got his adorable little toes kissed along the way, causing him to giggle as he unsteadily adjusted himself upon his father's shaft. Sylvia was getting everything she had been wanting. Samuel's cute boy dick bounced upright in a full, preteen erection. Terry's sac, larger and neatly haired, formed a pillow for the boys tighter and hairless scrotum. It was such an erotic position for a man and a boy. It was no mystery why man/boy love had always had a unique place in human history. Terrance grabbed his son by the waist and chest, leaned back, and began to thrust upwards while Samuel rolled his hips right back. They began to mate, adult and child, that cute little boy dick bouncing in place. After a few thrusts, Terrance's big strong fingers grasped the juvenile dick and began to stroke it tenderly in time to the thrusts. "Ahhhhh... I love you, daddy!" The child heaved as his ass cheeks darkened from the 'spanking' of his father's hips. The slaps were even louder than before, now that they were really fucking like rabbits. There was now the glistening of lube dripping down the boy's little balls as some of it got pushed out of that tight bottom. "I love you too, big guy." Terrance growled to his son, never letting up. Samuel liked it rough enough to make him feel sore after, and Terrance liked giving him what he wanted. Sylvia could see that her husband's balls were already tightening. They looked so heavy. A nice fat wad of cum was cooking up for the little guy. Terrance always had big loads for his whole family, several throughout the day, and this one would be sloshing around in the boy's bowels for hours, because he never went to let it out. Such a little cum slut. Realizing how lewd her thoughts were becomming, Sylvia stroked at her heated pussy through her skirt to calm herself down. She was dripping. Father and son moaned together as the former finally came. The child's cry of pleasure could only mean that he felt his daddy's cream spurting hotly on the walls of his colon. Perhaps he was even having a dry orgasm in his excitement, or maybe the tingle of cum pouring into him was satisfaction enough. Either way, Sylvia knew that Samuel was in his happy place. At least five ripples ran through Terrance's taint as Sylvia watched, each signifying another load of cum being dumped into Samuel's little bowels. And then, at last, she could see her husband begin to relax all over, as sweet relief began to take over his body. Soon, they collapsed together on the bed, man on top of boy, big strong arms clutching Samuel's tiny body close. Deciding it best to leave the boys in their afterglow, Sylvia crept outside for some fresh air. Her panties were quite damp, but that wasn't uncommon in this household. Or in the Community in general. There would be time to take care of her own needs later. She had three beautiful children, after all. Maybe little Lucy would be up for eating her out today. She always had an especially talented little tongue. Sylvia sat in the swing on their porch and slid her hand down her skirt, stroking herself leisurely as she drank in the wonderful weather. Throughout the peaceful town, with its green grasses and white picket fences, cocks and tongues and fingers were plunging in and out of tiny vaginas and bottoms, and sperm was unloading into children of all ages. The place would be a horror story to so many people... but in reality, to those who understood, it was paradise. A safe haven, hidden away from the repressive world, where child and adult could lay together and be celebrated in it. To Sylvia and her family, this was home.