("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Erotic Introduction to My Parents as Lovers by Mickeyandminney72 (mickeyandminney72@yahoo.com) *** A young boy is introduced to his parents as their newest lover at a tender age. This is the beginning of his introduction to the world of adult pleasure as an adolescent. (MFb, ped, inc, 1st, bi, voy) *** I have a vague recollection, of the first time it happened. I remember being awakened by a warm wet feeling in my crotch. As a young boy who hadn't even reached puberty, I was acutely aware that I may have had an accident in my sleep. I reached down and discovered I was wet down there, but it wasn't what I thought. Then I realized someone was kneeling next to my bed in the dark. When the figure saw that I had begun to stir, they quietly left my room in silence. Being just a boy, this scared me more than anything, but had this happened, or had I dreamt it. So much of life at that age is mysterious and unsure. I drifted back to sleep. The next morning I convinced myself I had imagined it, whatever it was. A couple nights later though, I found out what was really going on. I had never really been the type of boy to wear pajamas. At the age of six I was sleeping in my jockey shorts. I hated the way pjs bunched up around you in the bed. I was now around ten years old and had yet to really embrace puberty. My little prick was bare, but I knew a thing or two about what it was for, and even got the typical morning hard-ons that little boys get. I would rub it and it felt good on occasion, but it didn't preoccupy my thoughts, not yet. I went to bed in my room, across the hall from my brothers and down the hall from my parent's room in my shorts only, as usual. Around midnight, or so I guessed, I woke up to that warm feeling again. It was very dark in my room and I was immediately aware that this time, my shorts had been pulled down below my crotch. The cool night air told me that the sheets were pulled down to my knees as well. There was a figure, with his head down there, and the warm wet feeling was coming from his mouth. My little prick was in the person's mouth. This person was sucking on my little penis. A million things suddenly raced through my head. I also noticed that my little prick was rock hard and the warm, wet feeling felt good, really good in fact. I tried not to move, partially in shock, and partially because I suspected that it would stop immediately if I did. The person, who was obviously an adult, seemed to really enjoy it, sucking and licking on my penis. It felt wonderful. After a few minutes of this attention, the person slid my hard prick out of his mouth, pulled my jockeys back over my crotch and covered me up, then game me a peck on the cheek and left my dark room. As soon as I was alone, I reached down and began playing with my wet prick. What an exciting feeling. The next night, I went to bed early and hoping against hope, for a repeat of the attention I had received. I made sure to go to bed without my shorts on, a feeling of being naughty, naked beneath my sheets, and was sure to lie on my back to make access easier. I touched myself and lay there in the dark for what seemed like forever. Then I drifted off to sleep. I was disappointed the next morning when I realized nothing happened. I repeated this new sleep habit for the next week. Sleeping naked on my back, or at least I would start out that way, with my little hard-on making a cute little tent in my sheets. One nice Friday evening, I repeated my routine, anxious to watch cartoons the next morning. Late that night, I woke up to the sound of my door creaking, as it moved on the hinges. I took inventory; I was still naked in my bed, lying on my side facing the door. I tried not to open my eyes all the way, for fear of betraying that I was now awake. The figure knelt by my bed, some light came into the room from the hallway, enough to dimly light my room. I felt a large hand slide under the sheets and find my little hips. The hand paused for a moment, feeling around my soft boy hips. I imagine the person was a little surprised to find me nude in bed. Then the hand slid across my thigh and down to my crotch, fishing for my small flaccid penis. Soft slow strokes from large fingers began to grow my little prick. I didn't make a sound. After a few strokes I felt a second strong hand gently push my hips back, guiding me onto my back. Then I felt the coolness of the night air as he pulled down my bed sheets to expose my nubile young body. I felt a pair of warm lips clamp down on my little penis and began sucking. I suddenly realized, the chin, that periodically touched my hips with an up and down motion, had whiskers on it. I had to risk a peek, I slightly opened my eyes enough to look down and saw my father's head bobbing up and down on my erection. His seemingly huge body moving in rhythm with his lips. He was wearing his robe, bent over my bed. It felt so good, his big mouth sliding up and down, taking my whole penis into his mouth then sliding all the way to the little tip and back down again. In the dim light I noticed a second figure, standing in my bedroom doorway. I knew right away, by the shape of the shadow, it must be my mom. My mother was watching my dad work me over. A million thoughts raced through my little head. I closed my half open eyes again, for fear of being discovered. Moments later, my father pulled his lips off my bare erection, I chanced a peek and saw him gesture to my mother to come into the room. She sheepishly came in and knelt beside my dad. He scooted down to my feet and my mother slid into position over my crotch. Then I felt my mother's lips, the lips that had kissed me goodnight hours before, slide down onto my little prick. It was amazing. My own mother was sucking, stroking, even using her fingers as she worked on her little boy. My dad watched intently for a couple minutes, then got up and walked over by the door. In the dim light I could see him open the waist of his robe and free the largest penis I had ever seen. Sure, I had seen other boys in the locker room at school, but this was completely different. He was seemingly huge. I watched him stroke his huge erection in the half light. He stood there watching my mom perform oral sex on me in my room. My father then walked back over to my bedside, stroking his giant tool next to my mom I got a close- up view of my dad's big dick hovering over me as he stroked it and watched my mother. She then pulled my little prick out of her mouth, and slid her lips over my dad's huge erection. Her hand toying with my little dick. I was suddenly very proud to be my father's son, and couldn't wait to have a huge prick like that. Then, without warning, she pulled the sheet back over my hips and my father escorted her out of the room, down the hall. I heard their door shut. From that day forward, I always slept in the nude, praying for a repeat of that night. It would be a week before I was included again. Shall I go on? 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 73