Gender: Male Age: 24 Location: N/A
"Daddy? What are you doing?"
I looked up from the computer monitor toward the doorway of the den, the soft glow eminating from the screen the only real light. It was late, nearly three in the morning and there was my son standing there in wet footed pajama's. He'd wet the bed. Again. I had to wonder just why a six year olds bladder was incapable of lasting through the night.
"Nothing. Just reading some letters from mommy. Did you wet the bed again?" I shut down the web, reluctantly closing that magnificant video of a hot little whore sucking cock through a glory hole. The website said teens...she couldn't have been more the twelve. If that.
Jonny nodded, tears already in his eyes. I exhaled slowly as I lifted from the desk chair and moved toward my son, sweeping him up into my arms as a hand ruffled his brown cropped hair.
"Let's get you changed. You can sleep with me tonight but you have to promise me you won't wet the bed. Wake me up if you have to go....alright?" Jonny nodded softly, burying his face to my neck as his arm wrapped about me. I was a bit irritated of course. He had interrupted what promised to be a very satisfying jack off session.
Carrying him into the bathroom, I ran the water in the bathtub, checking it with a few fingers to make sure it was only a little bit above luke warm. Jonny stood there in all his three foot height, hands behind his back and looking like a whipped puppy. I shook my head slightly before reaching out and unzipping his PJ's via the front zipper, guiding his arms and legs from the soiled garment.
It was then I noticed just what it was that he was so ashamed of. There in all it's tiny glory, was my sons hard cock. I blinked a bit, glancing from it back to him. I thought of that hot little slut on the monitor, her soft little lips wrapped about that thick cock. I felt my groin stirring with a rush of blood in arousal. I ran my hands down his shoulders as though to sooth his sorrows before grabbing him by the waist and lifting him into the warm water.
"Jonny, I want you to clean up real quick, alright. I'm going to go take the sheets off your bed. When your done, wrap a towel around you and head into Mommy and Daddy's room...ok?" Jonny nodded as I headed toward my sons room to strip the bedding. My wife was out of town. Business trip. She'd be gone for a few months. I doubted it was business but that was entirely another matter.
As I stripped the bedding, dinosours and volcanoes patterning the white fabric...I noticed that Fuzzy, his favorite stuffed bear, was a bit wet as well. Just the bears leg. I frowned slightly, lifting the bedding and the bear. I tossed the sheets down the laundry shoot to toss in the washer tomorrow....but the bear I brought with me as I headed into my bedroom. I was curious to say the least.
I saw Jonny curled up underneath the blankets already. Not asleep. His towel laying on the floor by the bed. I tossed him Fuzzy as I pulled off my t-shirt and slipped under the covers in my boxers, my cock now a bit softer then it had been. Practically flaccid.
"How did Fuzzy get wet, Jonny?" I lifted the bear and showed him the leg curiously. The lamp on the nightstand was still on, casting a dim glow over the room. Jonny blushed and grabbed Fuzzy from my hands.
"Nuthin. Jake showed me how to play with him."
My brows lifted a bit at that. How would you play with a stuffed animal to the point that you piss the bed and on the stuffed animal? Still....curiosity persisted.
"Show me how you play with Fuzzy."
Jonny shoook his head, blushing harder as though he was embarased. I reached over and ruffled my sons hair with a soft smile.
"It's alright....I won't get mad. I just want to see..."
Jonny hesitated a moment before he nodded, kicking at the blankets to shove them down off of him. That little boy body was exposed, baby fat giving him a soft, cuddly appearance. Innocent blue eyes looked to me before he shifted up to his knees and lay Fuzzy down on the sheet. I watched on, keeping that smile on my lips as I wondered what the hell he was doing.
I was astounded then...and strangely turned on....as I watched my son grab ahold of his small, still hard cock and settle it on top of the soft fur of his Fuzzy. Stunned as his hips began to hunch. He was humping Fuzzy. He was fucking his stuffed animal. I couldn't look away as I watched that plump ass of his lift and fall, the soft fur of his stuffed animal caressing his small cock. He closed his eyes, a smile on his lips as he enjoyed the feel, a quiet little moan parting his lips.
Needless to say, as I watched this strange play with my son and his Fuzzy, blood surged, heart racing to force the blood into my cock, swelling it to it's full seven slender inches. I shifted a bit as I watched my sons hips lift and fall faster, that sweet ass of his humping for all he was worth against that soft animal of his. He began to make grunting noises as he tried to get his hips to go faster and faster, wanting more and more of his Fuzzy.
I coudn't take it. This had to be one of the most taboo, erotic, mind blowing things I had ever seen. I shifted a bit on the bed, subtly...and slid my boxers off, pushing them down to the end of the bed. I had a brilliant idea then. Well....at the time it seemed brilliant. I was aching. I looked to Jonny then and reached over to put my hand on his ass, stilling him. Jonny looked up to me with a whimper.
"Please don't be mad daddy. It feels so good." He looked about ready to cry again and I only smiled to him, dipping my head to press a kiss to those baby lips.
"It's ok, tiger. Come here....I'll show you how to make daddy feel good like that too. Ok?"
Jonny hesitated and slowly nodded. I didn't let him look to my cock. No...that seemed as though it was going too far....not like I wasn't already. I lifted my son, spreading my legs to settle his little six year old body between my thighs, shifting him until his cock brushed against mine. I stiffled a groan, swallowing thickly as I rolled my hips upward to slowly slide my rigid cock along his small stiff.
Jonny blinked a few times, squirming as I held him in place. "That feel good baby?"
Jonny shook his head, pushing his hands against my stomach to try and wriggle free. "Please no daddy. I don't wanna play this game. I wanna play with Fuzzy!"
I held him firmly though and shifted, rolling to place my son on his back, grabbing his wrists and pinning them in place against the mattress, making sure he couldn't wriggle free. I was horny as hell....it was his fault in my mind...and he would finish what he started. My eyes hardened as I glared down at Jonny.
"If you don't make daddy feel good, Jonny....I'm going to spank you and tell mommy you haven't been behaving. Do you want that?"
I watched as Jonny's big blue eyes began to fill with tears. He didn't answer but only shook his head as I began to lift my hips a bit, rolling them as I ground my cock along my sons pelvis and dick. I can't begin to describe what came over me. I don't know how I ever thought it was ok to hump my six year old son....but right about then I didn't care. I quickened the pace, my hard shaft and swollen, sensative cockhead dragging along the soft skin of his belly and pelvis, caressing my swollen flesh like the softest caress. It was mindblowing. I lost it then...going harder....faster....not listening as Jonny began to cry....scream out in pain as I bruised his tender flesh, chaffing his tiny cock.
The sounds of his cries only turned me on further and soon....in a sense....I was raping my poor son. My baby boy as those screams sounded like music to my sadistic ear.
"Daddy! No! Please! Owwww! Ow daddy ow!"
I was so close...so so close....I felt the jizz boiling in my balls. I felt my sack tightening....my cock throbbing and thickening further and shifting up to my knees, aiming my cock at his stomach, shot rope after rope of thick cum across that once innocent and pure body, making sure a bit of it stained that small cock. When it was over, I groaned quietly, looking down to Jonny who cried as he tried to curl up. I stopped him with a gentle touch to his hip. He was my darling son after all. More so now. He taught me a new game.
I retrieved the towel he had discarded on the floor and wiped the jizz from his young flesh before dropping to lay beside him, carefully wrapping my arms about him as I kissed his brow.
"Next time you wet the bed....you get this again. Understand?"
Jonny nodded and sniffled.
And wouldn't you know? He pissed the bed again....
-To be continued...-
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