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(FFb, FM/b, bi, ped, inc) *** PART 3 As I stated before, it wasn't more than a couple weeks after the incident in the shower, when my mother was out of town, that they continued to visit my room at night. It began to be a regular thing. About every few nights, I would wake up as they came into the room. Mom had become much less shy and rarely stayed at the doorway anymore. They would come in and he would reach under the covers, finding my nude boy body beneath, then pull the covers back and begin working my little boy tail with his mouth. Mom would watch for a bit, in the dark, then come over and begin massaging him under his robe. Eventually, she would sometimes get on her knees next to my bed and he would half turn, so she could suck on his seemingly giant penis. I consider those nights to be the most erotic experiences of my life. Looking back, everyone seemed to be getting what they wanted at the time. There were a few evenings when they would spend a half hour doing this with me, but more often it was a quick turn on for my folks, taking only a few minutes before they would go have sex in their room. I liked it, it was a routine I enjoyed. This went on for almost a year, but then everything changed. I remember thinking that something must be wrong. My parents stopped coming to my room at night. For nearly a month, I had not had a visit. I became very insecure and began asking if I had done something wrong and was everything ok. I knew my parents were still having sex, I could hear them almost every night down the hall. One late night, I could hear them, mom was moaning and dad was making those deep noises he always did when he was enjoying himself, noises I had heard many times as they played with each other in my room. I was beginning to feel ignored, left out, and my desire to be involved began to overwhelm my fears. I got out of bed, put on my pj's (in case one of my siblings saw me) and very quietly opened my door to begin sneaking down the hallway. I knew mom and dad had a habit of leaving their door open and I wanted to at least see what was going on. It seemed even darker in the hallway for some reason, but the light that sat on dads night stand was lighting up their room. I dared a peek around the corner and saw my dad, on top of my mother, her legs spread wide. My father was on top of her, his hips nestled between her legs, thrusting, pushing his groin against hers. It was the first time I had seen two people "doing it." I watched silently as they made those familiar noises for a few minutes, then I crept back to my room. I knew they wouldn't visit me that night, they only did it after they had been in to see me. It was maybe a week later, after I had seen them in the hallway that I was visited again. I had basically stopped trying to stay awake in the hope of seeing my parents at night. I remember that mom and dad insisted I have some cough syrup that evening. In hindsight I suspect it was to ensure a sleeping boy, and it worked for a bit. I was sleeping like a log. I woke up, really more asleep than awake I suppose, with that familiar feeling on my little penis. The warm and wet sensation that used to tell me dad was in the room, doing his thing. The lights were off as usual and when I half opened my eyes I noted he was completely naked. Usually he wore his big white robe when he came into my room. I was afraid he would stop, so I just lay there, pretending to be asleep again. I could tell dad was furiously playing with himself as he worked my little dick over with his mouth. I remember wondering where mom was, she usually came into my room to watch and play with dad. My father spent only a few minutes toying with my little member before he pulled his mouth off of me and stood up. He looked at me for a few moments, then he did something completely new. He reached down gently removed the covers, then he and slid an arm under my shoulders. He lifted me up and held me naked against his big chest. My little penis was anything but hard but I remember feeling the hair on his chest against me and my feet dangling below. He quietly carried me out of the room and down the hall to my parents' bedroom. The familiar bedside lamp was on in their room, dimly lighting the big bed. I knew this was my parent's room, off limits to us kids. Dad brought me into the room and placed me down on the bed, beside my mother who was also naked. I opened my eyes and they were both staring back at me. Dad was slowly rubbing himself and mom was lying on her side nude. "Go ahead dear." my dad said. "You have to help him, show him." she replied. Or something to that effect. I was lying on my back, expecting dad to put my little tail in his mouth like usual, but this was not the usual. Instead my mother rolled over onto her back and spread her legs. Dad sat down on the bed next to me and pushed me toward mom. I wasn't sure what to do, I just rolled over toward her. "I told you, he doesn't understand." With that, dad picked me up with his big strong arms, I was after all a small boy, and placed me between my mother's legs. My stomach ended up resting on her pubic mound. I remember three things from that first time. First off, mom was hairy, VERY hairy, like dad, only thick hair down there and no place else. Secondly, she was very, very warm, hot almost against my tummy. Finally, she felt moist, clammy almost against my stomach. She spread her legs wider and dad placed his hand on my little but, pushing me forward. I had no idea what I was really supposed to do. I certainly did not have an erection of any kind. Dad picked me up by my hips and moved me higher on her torso, placing my little penis near the warm moist spot. He gently, but forcefully pushed my little but to press my hips against her, back and forth. I won't lie, that first time was anything but successful. He tried for several minutes to get me there. In the awkwardness of the moment, my little penis was not hard and I was just going through the motions as he instructed. After a while, he just picked me up and pushed me aside. Then he climbed between her legs and made love to my mother. He made a show of it, making sure I could see what was going on. Their moans and grunts, noises I had heard many times, filled the room until they finished. He climbed off of my mom and picked me up, taking me back to bed. That was the first time I was brought to their room at night. It would not be the last. For nearly a year, this routine would continue. I would hear him come into my room silently, pull down my covers and perform oral sex. Then he would pick me up and carry me to their bedroom, or later, pull me out of bed and guide me down the hallway. In their room I would be encouraged to get on top of her and try to have intercourse. After a few tries, I did manage to do what they asked of me, and even learned to look forward to it. He would always watch closely, then move me aside and climb on top of her until he finished. In an odd way, it made me feel close to my parents and somehow special that I was the only one of my siblings who could do this with them. At least I assume I was. This went on for about a year more. Then it all ended. One night I was feeling like I wanted to play with mom and dad, so instead of waiting for him to come get me, I went to their room. They were both awake, lying in bed. I walked into their room and for the first time I asked if he would "put my tail in his mouth". The reaction was swift and angry. He screamed at me, loud enough to wake the whole house. "What the hell are you doing in here, get out of here and never say that again." That was it, I had done something wrong. I didn't really understand what. They never came to my room again, I never said anything again. That chapter in my life was instantly over. I have always wondered what really happened, but I never spoke of it again. With my father gone now, I will probably never know. Did you enjoy this series? Let us know! *** *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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