Where Babies Come From
Where Babies come from
By Z-JAM-C
Inspired from a pic by Foxxfire. Idea is originally copyrighted to Foxxfire.
Names, title and story are copyrighted to me.
Warning, this involves incestuous relationships between 13-year-old and parents. If you ain't into this and/or not 18, please leave for sake of your own sanity!
The street was quiet in the still of night. As Autumn began its descent onto the world, changing colours with a single touch of the cold air, all was quiet. Well, most of it. From one house at the end of the road, there was an ordinary semi-terraced house. Walls were white and made of hewn stone, double-glazed windows happily glared along the road of the street, and the roof was red, painted sunset red. It was a normal home, to say the least.
If you stood next to the walls, quiet and as still as the cold air, you would hear an odd noise. A noise which sounded like. . . .creaking. No, it was more like squeaking. This noise emitted faintly from the window which led to a downstairs bedroom.
In the bedroom, there were two dragons. One was moving rapidly on top of the other, the other was writhing in joy.
'Oh, Dram!' said the shadow on the bottom. 'Yes, yes, oh!' The dragon on top just huffed and panted, concentrating on the sex. He pumped the dragoness like a piston, fast and hard. They had been having this sex session for about 30 minutes. It would be ending in about 2 minutes.
'Dram, oh, I love you!' said the dragoness on the bottom more loudly, as she felt the hard 11-inch cock pummel between her legs, and into her vagina She moaned every time her mate pushed himself inside her, rubbing against her inner walls so rigidly. Eventually he came and pumped his seed into her body. She moaned quietly as she felt the warm seed fill up inside her. She stared at her mate's eyes with love, his eyes fiercely loyal with a warming fire.
'I love you Dram.' she whispered.
'I love you too, Celine.' whispered the male. They both slept together that night, peacefully in each other's warmth.
The next day was a little more colder, but the sun shone as bright as it could in Autumn. Seline woke up, noticing Dram was not in bed with her. He was probably off to work early, like he usually does. Dram worked as a PE teacher in the High School a few miles away. He was quite fair, but went hard on those who didn't bother to make the effort. Those who couldn't make the effort, he understood. Seline worked as a nurse at the infirmary. She always smiled, but could turn serious in an instant, never joking when they have a job to do. Their home life was another matter. She got up, put on a few clothes to cover her lean yellow-bronze naked body, and went to the kitchen. She brushed her brown hair, smoothing it out after it was disordered by last night's events. Footsteps came down from the stairs, and she looked up. It was a smaller darker-yellow dragon with lighter-coloured brown hair, more lighter than Celine. The dragonlet was of similar height to Celine, but just only a few inches short.
'Morning, Mike.' she said to the dragonlet.
'Morning, mom.' replied the dragonlet. He rubbed his eyes, which were dark-blue, wearily. Mornings always do this to kids. 'Is it breakfast yet?' he asked. Celine nodded, and she led him into the kitchen. The kitchen had maroon walls, a circular table, and four chairs (they came with the table). Also, there were wooden cupboards, sink, and a simple electric cooker. No time to cook, best get some cereal. She went to a nearby cupboard and grabbed some cornflakes. Mike grabbed some milk from the fridge. Setting out two bowls, they got to work on filling their empty stomachs, which gurgled ravenously. She had no work today, (it wasn't her shift today) so she was actually lying to herself about the cooking. She just didn't want to cook this morning, not when her head was this groggy. Mike was off on school holidays.
As Celine munched away at her cereal she stared at the empty seat next to Mike. That seat had always been empty. She looked at it forlornly, as if it was a faded memory, dying away.
'Mom, are you okay?' asked her son, who noted her wistful tired look. She broke out of her reverie and said:
'Nothing son. Just thinking.'
'About what?'
'Not much. Nothing for you to be worried about.' Mike noted the seat next to him. He asked experimentally:
'Is it another baby, mom?' She looked at her son. He was a smart dragonlet. True, he suffered in his spelling, but he always knew what to say and what to do. She nodded with a smile:
'Yes, Mike. Another baby.' Now Mike seemed to look at the seat as if it were a sacred object.
'Wow, a baby brother.'
'Or sister.'
'Yeah. We could play together, and everything.' Her son smiled cheerily. Celine smiled only half-cheerily. But then a thought came within Mike's head, as he wondered about the empty seat.
'Mom,' he began, 'where do babies come from?' This question was feared by almost every parent in existence. That fateful day when you had to answer that question, and they weren't going to wait until High School to know. She wished she had Dram as backup. But no, she had to face this question on her own. She tried to start it like every parent does. Vague and leaving nothing to imagination. Mike may be 13 years old and just out of elementary school (despite his peremptory armpit hairs) but you should never underestimate the mind of a kid.
'Well. . .Mike, see,' she was off on a hasty start, 'it's like this. It's a little hard to explain though. You see, when your mother and father want to have a baby, they spend some special time together, and they work at having a baby together.' She hoped that would work, but it didn't.
'So, where does the baby come from?' She didn't want to tell him the whole "stork delivering" story, because she thought that was a bunch of crap. She certainly didn't want to develop these lies to his son. She had absolutely no idea on how to tell her son about reproduction. She had only one idea on how to teach her son about this. Oh no, she though, I don't have to teach him about it. . . .? By. . .actually doing it? Oh, I wish Dram was here, I really don't know how to do this. But she only saw one way and that one way she had to take.
'Okay. I can only show you by one way. So, Mike, can you come with me when we've finished breakfast?' He nodded and they eat calmly, Mike being curious on the origin of babies and himself, while Celine was trying to think of how to go through this.
After they finished breakfast, Celine and Mike went into her room. She closed the door out of habit, and asked Mike:
'Can you take off your clothes Mike?' Mike nodded and took off his pyjamas. Celine took off her morning clothes and turned to face her son.
His body shone the same colour as Celine's but more diluted. Their horns were different though. While Celine's were greyish-green, Mike's were more sharper and had a blue tinge to them. His penis was fully developed enough (being on the beginning of puberty), so it was good timing for Celine to teach this. Mike also had well hung balls, swinging almost jauntily.
Celine was gold-bronze, her breasts were amply rounded in b-cup size. She gleamed like a beacon in the room, although her nervous face destroyed that illusion.
'What now, mom?' asked Mike, still curious as to what would happen.
'First we have to get into the right mood.' she said. She clambered onto the bed, motioning her son to come onto the bed as well. He clambered on as well. She replied as he came up alongside her:
'Now I'm going to have to do this, to get you ready, so don't worry Mike.' She placed her hand on his penis, and Mike giggled. She then gripped it carefully and rubbed it slowly. The giggling stopped and Celine rubbed the dick more and more, even starting to fondle the balls, which made Mike flinch a bit, but he submitted to his mother's touch. She rubbed it, feeling the blood pulse through for the first time in Mike's life. She rubbed, stroked and fondled the penis until it was fully erect. She was surprised, as was Mike, of the sudden 5 ½ inches of muscle between Mike's legs.
'Mom, what's happened?' asked Mike, trying not to like the situation on instinct but he had to admit, he loved the feeling of his blood pulsing through his dick.
'That's your penis, son.' said Celine. 'It's ready.' She took a closer look at the cock, pumping with such vibrant energy. She had to hold it, and she did. Mike smiled, as he loved this feeling. Then his mother did something surprising. She began to lick his penis!
She couldn't help it. Celine had to taste this cock. It was so energetic, so new, so. . .willing. She forgot it was her son, and began to lick all over, making Mike giggle again. She wound her slender tongue around the base, licking and flicking. Then she placed her mouth over the cock and put it in her mouth. She sucked on it, but not powerfully, as she didn't want to scare her son. Instead she just rubbed it against her tongue, moaning at the taste. She taste some slight urine, but she ignored it.
Mike didn't know what to think. His mom's sucking him, but she was happy, and he didn't feel wrong or anything, and it was a good feeling. Warm, a little wet, but warm and smooth. He didn't say anything and "mmmeedd" in response. His mother's tongue was so soft and warm on his penis.
She stopped sucking and seeing her son's penis fully erect and "raring" to go, she nodded at him, even though he whimpered at losing the warm feeling.
'Now, you're ready, son.' said Celine, who was completely forgetting about how weird the situation was, as her hormones went crazy with renewed passion. She lay down on the bed, face up, and said to Mike:
'Crawl up to my feet, Mike.' The dragonlet did so, and he saw with some confusion, his mother's cunt. It looked like a pink hole, wet and dilating slightly. Mike was curious as to what it was, and why mom didn't have what he had between his legs.
'What's that?' he asked.
'That is where babies come from, Mike.' She replied, with a knowing smile. Her son crawled forward, closer to the place where he exited into the real world. He smelt a weird smell, which had began to permeate the room. The smell of a horny female. It intoxicated him somewhat.
'Babies would have to be pretty small to come out of there.'
'That's not necessarily true, but. . .' her eyes gleamed with mischief. 'Now, on with the lesson. Something has to be planted in there,' she pointed a long finger towards her vagina, 'in order to have a baby.'
'What do we put in there?' asked Mike.
'Your penis.' He looked confused, so she continued, saying, 'That hardened rod between your legs. You put it in here.'
'What? Really?' Mike still didn't understand fully. 'But why?'
'So that a baby's planted in here, son.' Her patience grew thinner, but she restricted herself.
'Okay. Another kid for you then.' She smiled, more than Mike. Mike crawled forward nonchalantly and, with careful aim, thrust his penis into Celine. He felt really warm now, sharing in his mother's body warmth. His loins were nearly hot, but he loved the feeling, and Celine did as well, as she moaned slightly at the entry. Mike lay on top of her, cheery yet still and in the dark about things once again.
'So, now what mom?'
'You have to pull it out, then push it in again, and you have to keep. . . .doing that, until, well. . .' she tried to grasp the right words. 'Well, you'll know when to stop, Mike.'
'Okay, mom.' He followed her instructions and pulled his length out of her pussy, then pushed all 5 ½ inches back in. He kept doing this, quite slowly and trying to keep his balance and not collapse on Celine. She wrapped her arm round his body, placing her hand on his back, making him push further in if possible.
'Oh, Mike.' she muttered under her breath, her hormones going erratic. 'Keep it up.' Mike heard the squuisshh sounds as his dick pushed along his mother's inner walls, rubbing against them with youthful vigour. His tongue hung out of his mouth, as he began to sweat with the heat, but he loved the warmth, and increased his pace unconsciously, fucking Celine, who panted lustfully.
Then the door opened. Standing in the doorway, was Dram. Celine's husband and mate, who was also Mike's father. The sight would forever stick in his mind.
His son, on top of his wife and mate. His son, fucking his mate in plain view, in their bed. Her left arm is wrapped around his body, almost as if she was pushing their son into her.
He was fully inside her, making quite a mess (her cunt was a river of their sexual juices) and they stared at him, trapped in their own lust. The air was cloying with their pheromones. Mike was first to speak.
'Hey dad--hrrrffff. . .Mom n' I are almost done making another sibling for me. . .' Dram stood there, eyes wide in disbelief. The pheromones wasn't helping. The sweet smell of Celine's oestrogen and Mike's young virginal testosterone, gave him weird thoughts. He didn't know what to say. His wife shrugged as if to say "I know, I know. But what could I do? I couldn't help it."
'He wanted to know where babies come from.' said Celine, almost dismissively. 'So, I could find no other way of explaining it to him.' Dram tried not to stare at their legs. His son's balls, with pubic hair settling in, pushed right against his mate's vagina, with the oozing torrent of juice flowing downwards towards her tailhole.
'I. . . .what. .how. . .when. . . .what???' began Dram with utter shock and confusion. Half of it from the sight before him, the other half from his thoughts, which he was ashamed to think of. Well, this is an important part of your offspring's education. Maybe you should. . .have a hand in this. . .experimental teaching process. Why did he even think that? Although the power of these incestuous thoughts was overwhelming. Eventually the thoughts won. The smell of sex empowered him, made Dram become erect within seconds and he hastily began to take off his clothes. He was taller than either his wife or son, by a good head more. He was coloured blue, he had black horns, and his chest was well built and sturdy. His cock was black-red, 11 inches, and so very erect.
Dram leaned his head between their legs and breathed in the smell of his son inside his mate. He then started to lick his son's balls, which oozed in juice and precum. He slithered his tongue across the small globes, making his son moan on reflex. Eventually that was the final bit and Mike ejaculated into Celine, bucking his hips forward. Mike then collapsed onto Celine's body, his first orgasm exhausting him.
'Wow.' was all he could say. 'What happened?'
'You just planted the seed in me, Mike.' replied Celine. 'That is how we make babies.' Mike nodded, understanding to some extent.
'So, am I done yet?' he asked. His mother developed that weird smile again.
'No, not fully done.' she replied. 'We still have to teach you on sex, which is the proper name of what we just. . .did.' She looked over Mike's shoulder. 'And since your father is here, I bet he'll help you with this, right dear?' Dram lifted his head, his snout covered in his son's semen. He licked the cum off and savoured the taste, salty with a small taste of bitterness.
'Of course, dear.' replied Dram, copying Celine's mischievous smile. 'I'd be glad to help our son learn.' Dram clambered up to the bed and placed between Mike and Celine's faces, his own cock.
'Woah dad, you're huge.' Dram smiled at his son's compliment.
'Yes son, I am. Don't worry, you'll be this big one day. Do you want to touch it?'
'Can I?'
'Of course. It's my penis.' Mike reached out and laid his scaled hand on his father's cock. It was very warm and felt like hardened rubber. Celine also placed a hand on it. She began to rub it, as did her son. They stroked the giant dick of Dram, rubbing and flowing their hands gently along. Dram shivered at their touch. All his thoughts centred on getting as much pleasure as possible. Then Celine began to lick on it, slowly weaving her tongue across the length. Mike followed suit, copying his mother, also weaving his tongue across the length. Dram began to moan, savouring the oral attention on his dick. The hands that held it and the tongues that licked and teased it were doing a fine job on making him so horny. Then, all attention on his cock stopped. He whimpered slightly in confusion.
'What?' he asked.
'Should we teach our son on the oral sex more further?' asked his mate. He pondered this for a second and thought:
'Yes, I think he can handle it. He'll do it first and you can finish off.' He lowered himself, lying on his back so that the cock lay horizontally. Dram then asked:
'Mike, would you please suck on it?' Mike was a little puzzled and asked:
'You mean, actually SUCK on you, dad?' Dram nodded. Mike's head was far too mixed up with hormones and newly awakened body signals to try and think further. So he crawled off Celine, pulling his dick out of Celine's wet mound, and moved over to his father's dick. He grabbed it and tested the tip with an experimental lick. The taste was salty, but not unpleasantly bitter. This was Dram's precum, but he resumed and began to move his mouth over the dick. It was a bit big, having an inch in width, but he managed to put at east an inch ½ of Dram's length into his mouth. He then, as he was asked, began to suck on it. Dram moaned as Mike began to first suck, not believing he handled so well. Taking to this so quickly, Mike suckled on the dick as if he had been doing it all his life (which was of course false, being only 13). Dram moaned and placed his hands on his son's head. Mike rubbed his tongue along it, much like what he did when sucking on a lolly, really. He sucked and licked slowly, rubbing his hands on the length as well.
'Oh, Mike. . .' muttered his father. 'You're doing very well. But. . .' he placed a hand on Mike's forehead, and tried to push him a little bit away. 'I think we should let your mother have a go now.' Mike stopped, removed the cock from his mouth, and nodded. The salty taste was starting to annoy him anyway. Dram moved over closer to Celine and she placed it in her mouth without question. She had done this before many times. She knew how to pleasure him exactly. She knew of all his sensitive spots. She began to lick around the edges of the cock, then the licking around the hairy base, then the actual sucking. She sucked greedily, inhaling his sex scent, and enjoying the salty taste of the precum. She began to rub her hands on the sensitive parts of her mate's penis, nipping slightly here, rubbing along here, just moving her hands across the meaty surface. She used her tongue to rub the bottom tip of the cock, which was very sensitive and made Dram moan more in ecstasy. She pushed the cock against the roof of her mouth, so that there was rubbing both ways. Eventually Dram could take it no more, and Celine knew this. She stopped sucking and got the full force of Dram's orgasm, right in her face. Dram roared loudly, and Mike jumped. Celine became coated in her husband's semen. She began to lick it off nonchalantly. Dram, as soon as he regained his second wind, also began to lick it off, not minding the taste of his own cum.
'Want a taste, son?' Mike, his curiosity ever growing, came over and began to have an experimental taste of his father's cum. It was very salty, more than he thought, and the spicy bitterness made him gag. He stopped, much to the chuckle of his parents. They continued licking the sticky white liquid off, licking the face, but Dram cleaning most of it off. After cleaning most of it up, they looked at Mike, who was watching them.
'You know, I wonder what our son's is like?' muttered Dram. Celine nodded in united curiosity.
'Come over here son. We need to test you on something.' Mike climbed over to his parents, and they looked at his shrivelled dick, which still had some of his cum and Celine's juice on it. Dram nodded to his mate and he lowered his head at his son's crotch. He flicked out his tongue, taking a first taste of Mike. He liked the taste, and began to move his head closer. Slowly he began to suck on his son's cock. Mike moaned, enjoying the warm feeling that came back to his groin. Although it hurt a bit this time, the pleasure overpowered the pain. Dram suckled gently, licking off all the cum and juice, and then throating the dick as soon as it was erect enough. Mike felt so warm, he started nearing hot. After rubbing his tongue across and even around the dick, he put it out of his mouth. Mike whimpered before hearing his father say:
'Celine, honey, do you want to help clean him up?' She nodded and they both began to work on Mike's penis. Their tongues wove intricately around the dick, one hand on each testicle which was massaging it gently. Mike was loving this attention. All three began to moan in unison, wrapped in the stench of their sexual activities. Eventually, they stopped. There was one final thing left. Celine still needed to be cleaned up as well.
'Son,' began Dram, 'wanna help clean your mother?' Mike nodded lustfully. The two males put their heads between Celine's legs and saw her dripping cunt close up. It was very wet and messy from Celine and Mike's session. Dram began to lick first, circling his tongue around the circumference of the cunt. Mike then licked, more closer to the central hole. He teased his mother, flicking his tongue playfully across the outer edge of her walls. She moaned every time a tongue rove across her pussy. Eventually, Dram pushed his tongue inwards, slurping up the dripping sex juice. Celine moaned more louder, savouring the feel of that slender oral appendage inside her. Dram stopped shortly afterwards, and let Mike have a try. Mike followed his example. He licked around the walls, pushed his tongue in as far as he could, drinking some of the juices. Eventually though, Mike became tired, being so warm as he is. He lay back in utter rapture. Celine still felt wet yet her sexual appetite was now sated, and Dram felt not in the least bit confused anymore.
'Well done Mike.' muttered Celine into her son's ear. 'That's all you need to know about where babies come from and how they're made.' Mike nodded in reply.
He didn't even decide to mention about his visit to the sperm clinic, and his sperm count came out very low. Little chance of another sibling.
But it seems that she was getting ready with practice. His mind didn't even think of what would happen afterwards.
What would happen, if his son had impregnated his own wife and mate? That question never came to mind, as his sexual state of mind still set in, like rust on a seaside building. He decided to wait a while more, until everything settled down. Now they had a son to educate in further matters. . .