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(MFgg, extreme-ped, oral, mast, 1st, exh) *** The last thing I remember about the wreck was the door opening in front of me. I was riding my vintage Norton motorcycle on a nice, sunny day when an idiot in a parked SUV decided to open his door without checking his mirror. The judge said it all when he awarded me damages, both punitive and medical. He informed the idiot he was lucky I wasn't a bus. I would have fared a LOT better had I been on a bus... not much worse had I been under the bus. When I was finally somewhat aware in the hospital, the doctor totaled up the damages. Both knees had to be replaced, my left side from shoulder to ankle was scraped raw but my leathers had saved me a lot of skin. Only minimal grafts were needed. The bottom line was that at 52, living alone, I was going to need extensive care for about six months or until my knees healed. The neurologist wasn't as positive about possible brain damage from the concussion. My $1700 helmet had kept my skull in one piece. It couldn't prevent the rattling around of my brain pan as my head banged on the pavement after it "glanced" off the bottom of the SUV door. At least that's what the police report said. I didn't remember any of the painful parts... only the "OH SHIT!!" part when that SUV door opened in my IMMEDIATE FOV. Once I was pronounced "capable" by my attending MDs and Esq.s, the paperwork flooded in for my signatures. I could barely feed myself and read LARGE type and I had a pile of fine print I was to read and sign. That's when Jax showed up and took over. She may have salvaged what sanity I had left. Jax, Jacquline, my much younger step-mom, a mom I hadn't seen in 12 years and other than an Xmas card, no contact of any sort. Jax stepped in and took care of it all... the legal, medical and even the "care" part. Jax hired an ambulance to transport my busted up and mostly braced encased, body to her house. Going to my place wasn't an option... too many stairs and no bedrooms on the ground floor. I was settled into the so-called master bedroom and bath at Jax's house, my dad's place until he died and left the property to Jax along with her two girls, my half-sisters... Annie and Katie, nine and eleven respectively. My Dad had married when Jax was she was nineteen. Mom had died of liver failure and my dad was determined to marry again. I got a large and equitable monetary settlement when he died and wouldn't have to work again if I avoided extravagances. Good thing... my injuries made brushing my teeth labor intensive and impossible. Jax and I had always been civil and I didn't begrudge her the settlement my Dad had left her. Pop was not an easy man to live with. He was never cruel or physical with Mom or me but he was rarely, if ever, what one would call "a warm man". He had his demands and expected them to be met. I left home the day after high school graduation and the last time I'd seen my Dad was at my Mom's funeral. I'd skipped his wedding Jax. Now, I was glad to see her and anyone else that could help me. I was essentially encased in various medical wraps and braces. My face was uncovered but my jaw was wired shut. Movement and unpackaged was restricted to fingers sticking out from wraps, the toes of one foot likewise and my groin area. Movement wasn't the issue but at least my package wasn't all wrapped up and seemed to work as I kept the piss-bag full. Good thing... my jaw meant a liquid diet and IV fluid replacement. This was going to be my "condition" for at least six weeks... then I was scheduled for some unwrapping and hopefully, wire removal. Jax's bedroom was actually very well-appointed and easy to the eye. Vision was about the only thing I had that I could control. At least within the limitations of my neck/shoulder bracing. My head could be moved or turned but I wasn't allowed to do it. Jax had to release a couple of hooks I couldn't even see, carefully turn my head and then refasten the hooks. She controlled my "field of vision... FOV" and to my mute, except for something that sounded like grunts to me... I don't know what they sounded like to Jax but she usually smiled as if she "got it" when she would ask, "Like?" I sure made some different grunts, to my motionless amazement, because of what my "VisTech." determined to be the content of what I was viewing in her selected field. It began on my third day in her bedroom. Up to then, it was establishing "duties", instructions on "how to" for the girls and getting a national schedule for me set up. During that time, Jax was like a Chatty Cathy doll on steroids... she talked to the girls, to me, to herself and answered for me and herself. The girls giggled most of the time but were VERY attentive listeners in the "how to" parts, even the piss tube bag parts. No one, including me, could tell if I was blushing as I listened to the girls' instructions. My frontal lobe was but I don't know how far it went. Day three began at 8A with Jax opening the curtains and blinds. Making sure I wasn't looking into any direct or reflected sunlight. She was talking as usually as she set up for my morning wash of what could be washed... there wasn't much. It was then my FOV saw something different. Jax had been dressing sport/casual... sweats, jogging pants, jeans etc. This a.m., she had on a flimsy, almost transparent tank-top and a pair of short and baggy running shorts. Jax was a stacked babe. I figured, those all- natural multi-D cups, were why dad had married her. I'd never seen her in a swimsuit, let alone like she was currently attired. Her D's were firm and jostled as she moved. The nipples were HARD and at least an inch long. She was tanned with well-patterned freckles between those monster tits. I was staring but I had no options even I wanted... she was on a verbal roll about something and making sure all I could really see in my FOV were her firm, huge tits shifting around under that see- thru top. Then something else new happened. I became aware that my uncovered package was reacting to the visual stimulus... even with the piss tube still inserted. I hadn't felt much down there. My piss flowed when needed and when it wanted and I had begun to even ignore those events. Not anymore... especially after Jax stopped her Chatty and whispered in a throatier voice... things reacted. Her huge tits left the FOV but my newly-awakened package told me she was suiting action to whisper. Her hands were cradling my ball sack as she gave my whole package a tongue-bath. This was accompanied by her slowly with-drawing my piss tube, comforted by the fact she had whispered to "go if ya gotta go" into her mouth. That was still spinning in my frontal lobe as she slowly sucked my hardening cock down into her throat. She kept it there, massaging it with unbelievable muscle and breathing control as she used her tongue and finger-tips to keep my nuts well-soaked and loaded. I fired my cum load directly into her belly if my senses were reporting accurately... except a mouthful she saved to show me before she re-inserted her spit-wet Big D's back into my FOV... she wanted me to have a clear view as she pulled off her top and massaged those monsters for my benefit. She leaned over and looking me in the eye with a coy smile, took my still flexing cock and rubbed the seeping fluid on her hard, extended nipples... if my senses were accurate. I only could see her eyes. Then she stood up and holding each of her tits, licked the nipple clean of the sticky slime. It had been over three months since I'd cum for ANY reason. With so much else banged up, I hadn't thought much about it. I was informed that the quantity of my cum load and its tastiness, it was no-longer going to be an ignored package. My cock got a kiss and my ear a whisper before Jax skipped out of the room bouncing her tits. She hadn't re-inserted the piss-tube... Chatty Whisper told me there was a pitcher on the floor or more than one mouth for my use. I no sooner had seen the tail end of Jax leave my FOV then was pretty sure I felt the need to piss... at almost the same moment, I felt smaller fingers and a wet mouth latch on to the head of my now twitching cock. I didn't have time to think about it or even wonder, I just pissed and felt a gentle sucking on my cock as I did. I finally felt empty and my cock received a gentle lick and a kiss. I think. I was just trying to focus as I once again felt the room temp on my limpish cock. My blurry state thought I saw a naked, tiny butt as it left my FOV. My afternoon nap came easy after that. The next few days are a bit blurry. My frontal lobe was dealing with a HUGE amount of new input while under generous dosages of antibiotics, pain killers, IV mixes and most of all... brain-wrenching FOVs. Jax kept my FOV fresh and kinky. Kinky to the point that I began to wonder if it was the concussion, the anesthesia or the drugs or all of it... was I really as kinky and twisted as Jax had determined I was. I was still grunting... pissing and staring. My FOV set-up became a challenge for Jax. In what might have been hours or even days, Jax made it plain that she was walking around the house naked. Her body was fantastic and her tits amazing. She kept her cunt smooth and used a variety of pierced accessories. But there was a lot more. Annie and Katie, nine and eleven respectively. My half-sisters also went around naked. Katie was the brave one but Annie was always willing. It was a few days before my mind, body and inner-self were able to deal with and decide to accept everything that was being not only offered, but as I was pretty much helpless, forced on me. For that period of time, I was made aware that I was a kinky, twisted pedophile at the very least. Jax planned my waking hours that way from the time she opened the A.M. blinds and adjusted my first of many FOVs for the day. I woke, trying to focus on her massive, naked tits within licking and sucking distance... if I could lick and suck. Jax would then lean over and pick up the pitcher from the floor. Making sure she and her tits were in my FOV, she would drink down however much was in there. Even though the piss tube was still out, my medicated state made me unaware when I did piss. Except when it was in someone's mouth. Jax was the only one that made a point of making sure I knew she was drinking direct from the source. One or the other or both of the girls didn't. I never knew which was holding my cock in her mouth, it just happened. My kinked and twisted RN maintained she could tell how my meds were doing by the taste of my urine. She always licked her lips after. Guess they were doing the job. Whenever my cock showed signs of stirring, Jax, or one of the girls, or all of them would appear and I'd have a sucking mouth to tend to emptying my balls... or bladder. My FOV range didn't allow for me to witness it. Jax made sure I had a lot of other things to witness. Kate and Annie, her "play babies", were featured performers. They would masturbate their tiny, smooth, pink slits and lick their fingers. Then they would finger each other. Then Jax would finger them both and they would put their small fists in Jax's cunt and asshole. It seemed endless, kinky sex play among two VERY willing daughters /babies and their sex-ravenous mother. In a weird way, they were doing it for me but I was also their spotlight. Jax made sure all the kinky, incest- pedophilia took place in the center of my narrow FOV... her spotlight. That was my schedule for two full weeks... a dazed response to whatever Jax could concoct with her two baby girls to keep my mind off... Morals? Guilt? Judgments? Turns out, I needed a lot less pain meds when the "show was on." Week three was a little different. I was able to contribute something besides bodily fluids. It wasn't much- just eye blinks but Jax had assembled a Q&A on her iPad for me that was all "YES" or "NO" answers. One blink for "yes"- two blinks for "no". Sitting, wearing her black, horned-rimmed glasses and naked, she covered all the bases as far as my health and well-being while using one hand to toy with her huge nipples. She went over my current condition and treatments to come... .my medical schedules and reminders as to how busted and scraped I was. That was followed by her well-prepared Q & A as to how that part of my recovery was going... yes/no blinks that went on for about an hour. Jax had spent time drafting the questions. Not just with the format but wording them in such a way that the issues regarding the kinky and sex-mad antics weren't issues for me to ponder before blinking my response... .yet. My naked interviewer took a break to tend to her RN duties and sex therapies. She and the girls were well-practiced at the care-giving routine. Jax drained my bladder first and kept sucking until she drained my balls of semen as well. Then she patiently held one huge tit at my one exposed set of fingers and ran the hard nipple over my digits as she fed me my liquid lunch with a straw. The girls would double- team when they did this routine. Kate rigged a stool by my bed so she could sit with her thin legs spread wide and rubbed her smooth, well-lubed, pink "cunnie" over my fingers while Annie handled the draining part with her small, warm and eager mouth. They would swap care duties. Jax hissed in my ear that we'd do the second part of the Q & A with the babies after my nap. She disappeared from my FOV as she gave me a second blow job to make sure I slept well. Woman knew how to give proper care... I wondered about "proper" as I went out... no need for pain meds. Waking up, my FOV came into focus. Jax was standing naked with her hands on her hips and smiling at me. She confirmed I was awake and focused and then her naked babies popped out from behind her. Care was provided before we settled down for the second part of the Q & A. Jax held my straw, making sure I could see her pulling and twisting her thick nipples in my FOV. She whispered a narration of what the naked babies were doing. I was focused and recovered enough that I knew one of the babies, Annie according to Jax, was washing my ball sack with her tongue as Kate drank my piss and sucked me hard. My cum withdrawal would cum later, according to the narration hissing in my ear. The second Q & A was a LOT different than the first. The naked interviewer still wore her glasses and had the well-prepared series of questions on her iPad. But instead of my FOV being her mammoth tits and nipples, Jax was seated further back, one long leg and its ankle-strapped foot on my bed and the other spread open with the spiked-heel on the floor. The iPad was on one knee. As she went through her list and I blinked my answers, the play babies were scampering in and out of my FOV. Jax had prepped this list even better than the medical one. I only blinked twice (no) once. That was at the end when she asked if I wanted anything to stop. She pretty much convinced me that I was just as twisted and kinky as she and her play/sex babies, with a series of questions that were asked as those same babies demonstrated in my FOV. I watched and blinked once to each question as the babies licked their mom's dripping, spread cunt and sucked and squeezed her huge tits and nipples. Jax played her part and remained "professional" as her baby's lavished mouths, tongues, fists and hands all over and in her amazing body as she asked question after question. When the questions no longer concerned her specifically, she stood at my side and held her big tit and nipple at my fingers. Her sex babies had coated her tits and nipples with their "cunnie sauce" and saliva. Now they were in my FOV doing kiddie kinkie with each other... licking and fingering their own or each other's cunnies and making sure they kept their lean legs spread for my viewing pleasure. There was a long series of single (yes) blinks. The last session was shorter and required less blinking. MY FOV for this one changed. Annie had carefully positioned herself, standing on my bed with her feet on either side of my head. Jax had adjusted the screws so I was staring up at Annie's moist, pink cunny. Annie used her little fingers to spread her smooth lips open and finger her cunnie. Then she would let me suck her dripping fingers like my straw. Kate fingered her sister and I sucked her fingers. As did Jax while she finished up the last of the questions. One blink that things would continue and become more twisted and kinky as my recovery progressed and my condition improved. My balls erupted into the sex babies' mouths, as I blinked twice for the first and last time to Jax's last question of her Q & A. When she asked if I wanted anything to "STOP". It was three months before I was back in my place... my FOV without mechanical aids. The stair problem had been solved. I could do a lot more now besides piss, cum and blink. One thing I couldn't do... Or was ordered NOT to do... walk up and down the stairs. As soon as I showed that I was going to be able to walk around a bit, Jax arranged for a lift company to come in and install a temporary rig to transport me up and down the stairs. When I no longer required that, it could be removed and no signs left. It was just a nice seat that moved up and down the stairs using a chain-drive electric motor... the play babies said I was like a remote garage door. I liked being back in my spaces, my optional FOV and Jax wanted me there... at least for now. It wasn't like I was self-sufficient and able to do all, just slower and more carefully. I had a rigorous re-hab schedule for knees, back and shoulders. I was pretty much a saggy body with no muscle tone, artificial joints and brittle bones. I was the BEFORE picture for a lot of products. The AFTER pic would never be me but Jax vowed to try and try and make me try. I sorta shuffled around. I could brush my teeth, take a piss in a toilet, cook simple stuff in a kitchen, sit on regular furniture and most of all... TALK and eat regular food. My FOV was a lot better. I still needed care but Jax wanted me to have the option of where I got the care. It had been settled we were going to continue a long relationship. It was still evolving as to what all that involved, but the play babies were part of it and Jax's house was also part of it. She just wanted me to be at her place if I wanted to be, not because I needed to be. I said she was picking nits but I came back to my space. Same spaces, familiar and optional FOVs- but nothing had ever happened in those spaces like what was pretty much daily occurrences in my spaces now. Jax and/or the babies or all were here every day. It was pretty much we all slept in mostly our own beds in our own spaces but were together the rest of the time. The girls had school. Jax ran errands and took care of outside stuff. And she also took over all my physical therapy. She had been an athlete and work- out addict. She was versed in working the human body. She had taken classes and was well-briefed on what specifics my bodily mess needed to get back to some sort of decent mass. Because it was pretty much my whole body, she had a regimen of work-outs for almost every waking 30 minute stretch. My re-hab life was in 30 minute segments when PTJax was around. Exercise 30 minutes... R&R 30 minutes. My "day" started at six A.M. and the daily-routine exercise-segments stopped at six P.M. While twisted and kinky was almost ALWAYS available to me on request, Jax and the girls didn't let it interfere with my re-hab. They did go overboard in making my re-hab as twisted and kinky as they could by using Jax's skills at creating a specific FOV. I was weeks or months away from getting out and jogging and all that other outdoor exercise I never did when I could do it. My re-hab was stationary. There was always TV, radio, even books-on-tape to distract from the DRILL and repetition parts. Jax and the babies had other methods. Like at her house, Jax and the girls stripped the minute they got in my door. Jax and I were always naked while working out, except for the still needed wraps and braces I had on. She would put a robe around me between drills. Her body glistened with sweat and just raw sex. Verbal encouragement, threats and orders can all make someone "do one more". Jax had her own methods. Even with the sweat sessions, I would begin to rest and my cock would begin to notice Jax or the girls. Unless I asked, it was back to work and forget about it. Eventually, during the process of her varied workouts and FOV stimulation, my cock would get hard during the drill. Then it was just a matter of what and whose sex hole I wanted to fuck and cum in. It was my reward for a good work-out. I was usually able to manage two "cummie breaks" as the babies called our pauses in drill, before six P.M. After healthy dinners, the relaxation would begin until bed time. Mine was 10 o'clock. Everyone else got to stay up until 11 or mid-night. I only slept alone by choice. Most nights, I fell asleep with my drained cock in someone's sex hole. As I was now sleeping through the night, I wouldn't know who or if anyone spent the night until Jax did her blinds thing at 6A. The babies would both sleep with me but Jax stayed most nights with or without them. The babies would sometimes drain me but spend the night in the guest room so Jax would have more room. Me and my accessories of braces cause me to take up a lot of bed space and a twitching in the night could hurt someone snuggled too close. After six and dinner times were all sex oriented. I was still being amazed at what seemed usual for my step-mom and step-sisters. If they weren't doing something, we watched them or others doing something on DVDs. Kate and Annie weren't Lone Rangerettes. They had friends... friends older... friends younger and all as twisted and kinky as my little step-sister sex babies. A night of after-fucking or sucking, TV would be a vid of the girls and Jax or just the girls. There were some I wondered who the camera person was and some I could tell were done just with a tripod. Then there were the others. Girls I didn't know but Kate and Annie and my step-mom, did know. Girls of a feather play together. As we would watch the sex babies playing, Jax would be playing with my cock or her tits. My newly un-wrapped fingers were still stiff but were warmed and moistened in Kate's and Annie's always available cunnies. One clip came up of a girl and who I was told, was her mom. Abbie, 28 and her daughter, Sandy, 13... Abbie had her sex baby at age 15. Abbie was olive skinned and built hard with fake, huge tits. Sandy was thin but was already showing tits of her own with puffy nipples. They were like Jax and the babies but then at the end of the clip, a large, black, lab dog bounded into the picture. Not a lap dog... or a throw pillow with legs. A BIG Labrador Retriever. It was, Cathy Whispered, that black K-9 with the head the size of a grizzly, was Aces, not one Ace... Aces and he was the star of the "next" clip. He was big enough to be a dog pack by himself. The next clip was on a different DVD. I was afraid to blink. I didn't know what sort of "star power" Aces might have. I was pretty sure it wasn't a hi-lite reel from Westminster or some duck hunt. I was saved by Jax's own training regimen... for me. Ten o'clock and my bedtime. The sex babies stayed the whole night. If I twitched at all, it was in someone's mouth and I didn't have to get up to piss in the morning. Jax drank it direct from the tap before OJ. Aces' walk-on in the video last night, hung in the air all day during my drills and even the cummie breaks. Jax went on about the value of pets for kids and protection and pet adoption. I was being worked over and worked on... it was decided to watch Aces' video after dinner. My second load of cum for the day was flowing into Kate's mouth and throat as her mom scheduled our evening's entertainment. I was to discover that night, just how kinky and twisted I had become being cared for by my step-mom and sisters. My care givers were in their usual, legs spread, bare, pink cunnies on display with their naked, RN supervisor tending to the needs of my cock and whispered narration of the vid. Jax had four fingers swirling around in her dripping cunt, the other fondling my ball sack. She held my cock-head with her tongue and lips when she wasn't whispering. Aces entered the scene with a naked mommy Abbie on one side and naked, thirteen year old Sandy on the other. What followed, had been well-practiced. They both went to their knees alongside the big beast and began stroking his flanks. Aces was getting in the mood as he began to lick Abbie's face and tits. His huge tongue spreading his saliva all over her. Sandy was stroking closer to the dog's big nut sack and as the purple-pink, pointy, dog cock slipped from its furry sheath, the teen took the slimy, spurting head in her mouth and fondled the swollen nutsack. Abbie licked and sucked Aces' tongue and slobbering jowls as his cock extended and grew in her daughter's eager mouth. Sandy was moving her mouth in and out on the cock as it grew so she was taking more and more with almost every deep, sucking action. Doggie fuck juice and Sandy's spit mingled and were sliding out of her mouth as the pre-fuck spurts of dog sex goo was too much for her to swallow all of the slimy mixture. The beast's fist-sized knot slid free and Sandy sucked Aces' cock down until her tongue was lapping at the pulsing knot. The gooey, cock spurts were now shooting down the girl's flexing throat. The play-by-play of the K9 sex show was being whispered by my cock's RN as her play toys were fingering each other's cunnies while watching Abbie stop her dog-slobber swallowing and move to get on all fours. Her huge, fake tits barely jostled as she got ready to be Aces' fuck-bitch. My narrator and cock-nurse explained that Abbie had been having K-9 sex since she was younger than Sandy. Her father and mother used her as a K-9 performer starting at age 10 when they entertained their like- minded friends. It was at one of those parties that Abbie's then eight year old virginity seal was broken. Her dad fucked her to start the process and the other five men and two young boys fucked her in turn. The boys, all of seven and nine years, had been sucked and ass- fucked at parties already but eight year old Abbie was their first "slut-bang" as it was called. At least a party when their own butt-holes weren't the focus of the erect, adult cocks. Abbie's mom had been fucking and sucking the dogs at parties. They had a German Shepard and Labrador as "pets" but the dogs were used for more than fetch and sit. Jax was hissing, between her descending mouth treatments on my own cock shaft, that Abbie's mom was, and still is, any dog's bitch. After Abbie's debut at the "slut-bang", her mom began using her with the dogs. It wasn't as if it was new for the eight year old. She'd watched her mom suck and fuck the dogs almost daily. They would have fucked Abbie too, but mom wanted to wait until after her dad had broken the seal. So mom became their bitch, giving the big dogs all the fucking and sucking they wanted, whenever the beasts wanted it. Abbie had been brought up to be a dog's, puppy-bitch and all-purpose slut by her parents. It was obvious she had raised Sandy the same way. The new teen, at thirteen, was moving a willing Aces into position and still holding the critter's almost foot- long cock as he mounted his bitch. Puppy bitch took a long, deep suck on the spurting, pointed cock and then pushed the tip in her bitch-mom's dripping and gaping cunt. Aces slammed his cock into his bitch right up to the knot. Sandy lapped her tongue over the fist-sized knob and Aces gave another lunge. The knot disappeared into Abbie's gushing cunt and my narrator explained they were locked together. Puppy-bitch was busy fingering her own, swollen pink cunnie as she licked and lapped at the dripping slime from her bitch-mom's cunt as well as licking away at Aces' ball sack and even moving the whip-like tail to lick at Aces' K-9 asshole. Jax's sex babies decided watching the vid and playing with each other wasn't enough so while Aces was fucking his bitch-mom on the big-screen, the babies and Jax moved me around on the sofa so Kate could tongue and lick my asshole while Annie took over sucking and licking my cock. It was a bit of a chore in that my new knees and no muscle tone wouldn't even let me support my own legs. My cock RN was now resting my head on her firm tits while she pulled at her swollen clit. Now she could narrate without sucking pauses. Aces was making rapid, short jabs into his bitch-mom and then he tensed and shuddered all over for what seemed like minutes. The hiss in my ear told me he was shooting his puppy-making cream into his bitch's cunt and womb. Hearing that, "dog cum spurts are like small hose jets" from my tit pillow, along with winks from her sex toys, even in my banged-up state, it was plane that my step-mom and half-sisters were doing K- 9 kinky as well. My only response was erupting my own cum load into the sex babies' mouths as on the screen, Aces' massive knot and drooling, dripping cock slimed out of Abbie's swollen, gaping and red, bitch-mom cunt. Puppy bitch Sandy, immediately had the gooey cock meat in her mouth and sucked it clean as the knot slipped back into its sheath. Bitch mom was still on all fours and had her fist plugged into her cunt. The first plug couldn't stop the seepage of the combined sex goo from stringing out and drooling down. Sandy let Aces continue cleaning his own cock and moved over to lie on her back, facing up at her bitch mom's ready to burst fuck hole. Abbie kept her fist plugged into her cunt and slid up onto her knees and puppy bitch started licking and lapping at the seeping sex ooze. Bitch mom let her sex puppy lick a few mouthfuls of the overflow and slowly eased out the fist-plug from her bitch cunt. Puppy bitch was ready with her mouth open and puppy tongue extended. The first gush of mixed bitch and Aces sex slime over-flowed her mouth and covered her face like paint. The burst slowed to a stream and then a drizzleand puppy bitch swallowed it all down. Bitch mommy made sure her puppy bitch daughter got it all out, using her long fingers to scrape down the inside of her bitch cunt and letting her puppy lick them clean. It was past my prescribed bedtime when the vid ended. Cock-nurse shifted into RN mode. My cock was still trying to respond but even the sex toys in my lap, as I became "GarageDoorMan" and went up to bed, couldn't deliver a third load for the night. It was the first time in my re-hab I had been able to do two... three I hadn't done since I was 18. I was piss-drained and tucked in with my step-sisters. I got a step-mom, growly whisper, before my RN tucked us all in, before I went blank. "WOOF!" I think I dreamed about Rin- Tin-Tin, maybe it was Lassie. Jax and I were sitting by the "Reflection Pond" outside the hospital. It had been a "Smoking Area" way back when. For expectant fathers, or the other myriad of ailments and anxieties that made someone light-up a cigarette. I had used them a lot. I couldn't remember when the last one I smoked had been, prior to my getting on the Norton. I had some brain gaps. I only had flashes of images 24 hours before, and some days after my, "lay-it-down-or-die" motorcycle ride. While I was creaking around, watching and doing things I didn't know I could do in my condition... some things I couldn't do... or even knew people DID do, before my number hadn't come up. That's what all the doctors and therapists were telling me. Man my age? I should have died, or been strapped in a wheeled, slow, dis-abled transport of some sort. Some of the questions as to my care, I couldn't answer. Not because I'd forgotten the answers, because I'd be in a jail hospital instead of being the amazing, baby-boomer who had not only lived, but recovered from a visit to Death's Door. Everyone in the hospital and clinics that had to monitor my recovery progress, for insurance companies and other legal observers, were astounded at not only how quickly I had progressed but how much I had progressed. It had been a strange four months. Death's Door to sitting by this pond waiting for my step-mom/RN/Phys Therapist to sign-off on my latest medical up-dates. I'd spent fifty minutes going through a variety of the hospital's checks as to my new body mass. That wasn't why I was sitting by the pond. It wasn't the mile that Jag's and I had kinda jogged before the test. My PTJax wanted to be sure I was "warmed up" for the tests. After all, she was responsible for a LOT of my recovery, and why I was trying to sift through all that had changed and where I was now. There were no more excuses. I couldn't blame my injuries, surgeries, medications or care. I was a kinky, twisted, pedophile and maybe even something to do with incest. I didn't care anymore. There were still aches, pains, scars and limitations. I couldn't do some things. I could do enough and it was because of my step-mom and my step- sisters. Jax wiggled her way over to my bench, did a quick look around and removed her sweat shirt and jogging bra. Her huge, hard tits didn't really need a bra... they hardly moved as we walked to the car. She stripped off her jogging pants before getting behind the wheel. Jax often drove around naked when I was in the car, same with Katie and Annie. Jax had even put in an extra mirror on the passenger side sun visor so I could watch the naked sex babies in the back seat. As she drove and ignored the ogles from folks in other vehicles, she re-capped all that been determined as to my physical condition. It sounded really wild when she related the findings and the amazement of the medical people. The ER Doc hadn't expected me to live when the ambulance dropped me off after the wreck. I hadn't expected to be living either and sure as hell living the life I had been living the past months. I wasn't the same guy that got on that motorcycle that day. It wasn't just the body damage and how it had healed. I wasn't in great shape before, but I sure as hell hadn't been a pedophile. Jax disputed my assertion as we took the off-ramp. Our exit prompted a salute of car and truck horns from Jax's rolling fan club. She hadn't noticed. My step-mom's argument was that I WAS a pedophile before the wreck... all the wreck did was make me admit it to myself and now that I had, just enjoy it because everyone else was, including my step-sisters. I had no argument for her argument. I also was out of gas, it had been a long day and my nap started the second my head hit the pillow after Jax got me in bed. On a normal day, she, or one of my step-sister sex- babies, would give me a blow-job to make sure I slept well. I don't know if they did or didn't manage to suck me hard again. I was asleep, having another amazing dream. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 72