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This is a piece of erotic fiction by Damion St. James. This story is of an adult nature and is not intended for readers under age. If you are under age please discontinue reading this story.

The characters in this story are unique and are not intended to be likenesses of anyone living, dead or implied.

This story series contains the following content:

Incest, Impregnation, Inbreeding, Casual Intercourse, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Unprotected Sex (Barebacking), Orgies, Watersports, Bukkake, Cum Bathing, Excessive Cum, Cub, Public Sex, Zoophilia, Homosexual (m/m + ff), Heterosexual, Bisexual, and Intersexual intercourse.

This story itself contains: Incest, Exhibitionisim, Voyeruism, Unsafe Sex, A Threesome, Bukkake, Cum Bathing, Excessive Cum, Through-and-Through cum, Cub, and Homosexual Sex

If any of the above content is not to your liking then please stop here. Otherwise please enjoy the content below.

Author's Note: Hey everyone I'm still alive. It's been a while since I've written anything or posted anything really smutty but, hey here goes! This is just an uber sexy smut-rag, not meant to make sense or be taken literally. Its just a nice fantasy rag to help myself and others get off. Please have fun and read responcibly!

I was comfortable, relaxed and in a sate of a deep and almost coma like sleep. I was dreaming about relaxing on a deserted island, soaking naked under the warm sun, and letting the heat of the day soak into my skin and fur. I curled my toes, and flexed my fingers. I felt soon as if a weight had been lifted off my body and I sighed a gentle sigh of relief, and continued to bask in my dream-world. It was all so serene and peaceful.

I felt a stirring in my loins, pair of small and young hands had wrapped themselves around my penis, and was beginning to stroke. The hands were small, and soft, but educated. The hands knew me well, and I groaned. I kept my eyes closed, and enjoyed the way the hands worked over my length not unlike the way a potter would shape a pot on their wheel. The hands gripped and squeezed, pumped and stroked. I felt wetness, but that was from my own phallus spewing precum like a faucet. Most humans orgasm the way I pre, spurting rope after rope of liquid sex everywhere. For me, that's just my pre fluid, my ejaculation was something more akin to a flash flood of life syrup.

I could feel the prefluids hitting my chest, my defined abs and naval, my naked hips, and my genital region. I'd be completely soaked in no time as if I'd pissed myself if this stimulation continued. I wasn't complaining but as I started to wake I remembered where I was. The smell of stale sex, semen, and sweat filled my nose like a heavenly aroma. I sighed happily and opened my eyes to see my dream was a reality.

My cock, significantly large enough to lay between my pectorals when flacid or erect, stood proud in the hands of my young preteen son. His black "gloved" hands stroked and fondled me just how he knew I liked and furthermore just how he liked. My son's golden and brown colored fur shined magnificently in the morning light, and I could just make out the shape of his hear-shaped rear poised and ready like a curious cat or playful dog. My son's body was utterly gorgous, a healthy mix of underdeveloped boy, girly curves, but a mighty cock that defied his age. A pendulum of testicles that were grand even for his age, swung along with his uncut length which whobbled about. It was said by his doctor that many adult men would envy his size and girth at his age. Having been enormous myself at his age I knew what he would be going through.

My son's long otter tail wagged behind him as his mouth opened, and caught my glans in his dark lips, the foreskin of my length rolling back with his oral assault to help spurt more ropes of creamy goodness into his young muzzle. We both released sighs through our noses, mine of relaxation and appreciation and his mostly out of practicality and necessity. Despite the powerful size of my dick, my son's well educated mouth worked me deep into his throat and gullet, bobbing about halfway down my shaft and coming back up. Trails of saliva and prefluid mixed down my crème/tan colored phallus, making it shine as well.

I reached up to give my child, the very boy I sired with the fleshy spire he suckled upon, some loving and encouraging pats on his head, stretching my hand and letting my webbing rub him as well. I let out another groan, as I felt myself begin to plateau a bit, and reach a crossroads. It was the only trouble with morning blowjobs - my body enjoyed it but my bladder had a way of being the third wheel like that annoying friend that has to come along for every single event you go to and always makes you pay.

I was going to piss right into my son's mouth if he didn't stop, so I had to give his hair a gentle tug and lift him off as kindly as I could. A long trail of precum/spit lead from my penis' head to his mouth. I gasped at the beauty of it, and told him to hold it there. I reached over to the night-stand and grabbed my cell-phone, and snapped off a couple pictures which made him giggle, and he licked up the strand with his tongue. I set down the phone and my son asked,

"Dad, why did you make me stop?" As cute as ever.

I patted him and smeared my cock across his face, still painting it with pre-cum although rapidly diminishing in my quantity. "Sorry Kenny, but I've got to take a wicked piss, and unless you feel like chugging it down, or bathing in it, I need to get to the bathroom." I said as passionately yet sternly as I could muster.

My son Kenneth shook his head and chuckled. "Well today isn't Tuesday or Thursday, so we don't do watersports today. However dad, it is Saturday and you knowI can't watch my cartoons without your cock in my butt."

It was the truth yet one of the cutest things I'd ever heard him say since we decided to become an incestuous pair of lovers (but that's a story for another time.). I told him so and told him how proud of him I was. He giggled and gave my length a long sexual lick.

"I'll be in the living room, I've already got the blanket, pillows, and oil ready." he said. I beamed in happiness and gave him a deep french kiss. We held that way for a moment, before I gave him a firm pat on the rear.

"Alright you little cocksucker, go get the TV turned on and stuff, I'll be out after I've pissed." I said, nudging him aside and walking to the bathroom.

My son ran naked off into the living room, his young otter cock bouncing like his tail as he scampered into our living room. I stepped into our bathroom, and rolled my foreskin back and pissed into the toilet.

I was so impressed with my son, and how open-minded he was. He was willing to try everything and do everything, and he was hungry for it with a lust that I've never known outside myself. We needed one another as much as we wanted one another. It didn't matter if we were sitting in a bathtub full of urine, giving one another cum-baths, or fucking discretely in public he loved it all. He never balked at anything and threw himself headlong into the sex just like I did at his age.

I looked at myself in the mirror as I pissed. I would describe myself as a very well hung athlete. I wasn't bulky like a body builder, or cut with such a level of definition that you could grate cheese off of me, but I was an eye-catcher that was for sure. My cock as I'd mentioned was quite large, and borderline hyper sized compared to my height/weight index. My fur was that of your average otter, although my feet and arms were black, the rest a golden brown and tan. Like my son, I had platinum blonde hair on my head, but we both wore ours as short as the rest of our fur. My son and I both had pierced nipples, and navel, and ear-rings: I'd done them myself. They looked even sexier on him and gave him an exotic erotic draw.

I finished urinating into the toilet, feeling quite relieved. I inhaled a deep breath, and sighed. Tuesday would come soon enough and I could indulge my more kinky fetishes. I flushed, washed my hands, and then I strutted my way into the living room.

My son and I were in the regular habit of erotic spooning while watching his Saturday morning cartoons. It's actually how all of this started (but again a story for another time.). My son was laying out on a special blanket we use to keep the hardwood floors clean, and so we don't slide everywhere when using the oil. We had a major oil fetish among the both of us, and we loved getting all slicked up - not just for ease of access.

Ken was laying on his stomach, the bottle of oil sat next to him, and he already had his chin and arms propped up on a pillow. He looked like someone about to receive a massage, and boy was he ever. I knelt behind him and laid my body across his, letting my full weight press down on him, and I laid my cock between his cheeks like a hot dog in a bun. He sighed, and I turned his muzzle to mine and we kissed. We made out like a pair of star-crossed lovers, our tongues mingling and sliding past one another like rush-hour commuters on a subway train. It was wet, noisy, and sexual...and I loved it! My hands slid over his arms and grabbed his hands, tenderizing the moment even further as we laced our hands as best we could for just a moment.

Kenny raised his buttocks into my crotch, grinding our bodies. I groaned and dry humped back, letting my length get ready for it's new home. Kenny was eager, his nice loose hole rubbing against my shaft. Many men talk about how tight their preteen and even adult lovers are, well I actually adore my son's looseness. It made it easy, and fun for the pair of us. I too, was nice and loose for him, I was a polite father and bottomed for my son as often as he did for me. Today was Saturday however, and we liked to keep things routine.

"Put it in daddy..." he begged. Oh music to my ears.

"In a second, lets get greased up first." I said as soothingly as I could. I released our hands, and knelt back up but kept my length firmly between his cheeks. I liked it there, he was warm and cozy and soft, his ass-fur like silk.

I grabbed the oil bottle and didn't waste much time. I poured it over my head, and let it run over my face, down my muzzle and neck and back, cascading over my pectorals and abdomen and careening down my spine and over my tail. I continued to pour, covering more of myself, and rubbing the oil over every inch, taking my time until I looked like I'd just taken a swim in the oil. Inch by inch I teased myself by massaging it into my fur, and becoming so greasy I shone. My fur laid flat, not that it was very long but it gave my muscles far more definition. That's why I loved using it on the boy, I could see more lines on him.

I finished by pouring it onto my cock, and wiggling it up and down his cheeks like it was an applicator. My son moaned as I began to pour some onto his head, neck and shoulders, rubbing them in with my rubbery webbed hands. We squeaked just slightly, and I loved that sound. More oil bathed my son's body, the boy rolling back and forth to help me coat all of him, reaching down and masturbating himself slowly.

"Mm dad I love this...it feels so good when you rub me, its like our first time." He said softly.

"Now it's our every time, our little ritual." I commented. It didn't take me much longer to finish caressing and rubbing my son's body till we both looked like we'd stepped out of some kind of oil bath. My son turned onto his side, and put the pillow under our heads, and lined our bodies up. I rubbed my hands over him, touching and caressing everywhere I wanted, but not quite rubbing his dick yet. I played with his pecs, his abs, his pelvis and hips, and most especially his thighs. I decidedly avoided his prick just yet, I wanted to tease him. His breathing quickened and he moaned softly, like a whore for me. He knew I liked it, even if to some it might sound fake. Hearing that from your own child is quite the turn on.

As his show began I began to nudge my cock closer and closer to his tailstar, wiggling around his tail, buttocks, and taint, letting my glans and foreskin caress him. He begged softly. "Put it in daddy please...I can't watch Tv without you inside me...its just not right..." he said.

I felt a pang of sympathy for him, and I slithered my hand around his phallus and took hold. I began to stroke his enormous boydong in my rubbery hand and pumped it in slow ginger strokes making him gasp in pleasure. I took advantage of his open mouth and I forced my tongue inside, licking his own tongue and mouth in a sort of forceful kiss, before I made the move. "You're right." I said, moaning into my son's mouth.

Years of practice, regular anal activity, and the fact we're both hung like mules, meant sliding into him was like sliding a sword into it's scabbard - with proper aim and not forcing it it slides in easy. My length firm and oiled slid into his body with a nice wet slurp. He cried out in a way that to some would say was a cry of pain, but in his case it was almost a pleasure so intense it almost brought him pain. There was no pain really, not from either of us. "Daddy...god yes."

"Sush..." I wispered. "I've only just entered you, we have a long way to go." I whispered.

He nodded and became still, resting in my arms, cooing and slowly rocking his ass an inch or two back and forth upon my length. I didn't move at all, and let him controll the pace. I did however, stroke my son's length with a slow milking stroke.

Kenneth's cartoons began and so did we. He rocked back and forth on my length, making very audible wet sexual noises in our nice compact living room, and I stroked him just as wetly, making him spurt his precum over my hand and his blanket. We sighed as we went through a couple of his favorite cartoons, keeping it nice and still, just slowly rocking about and mating.

I didn't care much for the cartoon shows themselves, and as thus I didnt' really pay attention. They ranged from super-heroes, action heroes, to monster-collecting shows, and shows about competitive card-games with outlandish special effects. He was happy, and that was all that mattered to me.

"Mm, I've seen this one, fuck me daddy. Just fuck me..." he begged. I supposed an hour of slow-mating was enough foreplay for us, and now it was on to the main event.

"How do you want to be taken?"

"Just rut me hard and deep, I love it when you're rough." He said with a giggle, hardening even more in my grasp.

"You sure? I can make it tender." I offered.

"Nah, just pound me. I'll cum from it." He assured me right back, squeezing his loose rear around me like a vice. I groaned, and spurted pre hard into his rear, and nodded. "On top or on bottom?"

"Top, I like that." he said.

"Alright my little love, lets do it."

And with that I oblidged. I rolled onto my back, keeping our bodies aligned, and I hugged his back to my chest, laying my head on the pillow. His legs draped lewdly over my hips, as my cock plunged to the hilt in his rear, making quite the sexual bulge in his torso. He reached down with his hands to caress the bulge, and I could just barely feel it but what I could feel was exquisite. "Im so stretchy!" he said with a grin.

"Well you've been at this for years kiddo, and you've done well." I congratulated, as I slid one hand around his cock, the other steadied his oily chest, and I began to fuck him.

The wet sexual noise picked up, echoing off the walls of our small living room, causing my heart to beat faster. I thrust faster and more steady, increasing my pace and power as my loosened up and greased up son bounced up and down my length, laying across my body. I stroked his dick in earnest, masturbating him, and watching as his own preteen spray of pre-fluid splattered against his torso and face. He moaned and giggled, begging for me to go faster. I swelled inside with pride at my child's enthusiasm, I was filled with such pride, that if my level of happiness was anything like my son's torso it'd be bulging visibly as well.

Kenneth was a champion cock-rider, and he worked his hips well. He flexed his tunnel on me at just the right times, and would squeeze it like he never wanted to let it go. He placed his hands on the ground beside me, and his feet, and kept working himself harder down upon my length, his virtually bottomless body accepting every inch of my length and girth as I pounded harder and faster.

It was only then that something unexpected happened. There came a knock at the back door. It startled me only a moment, and I could tell it startled Kenny as well, but only people we knew came to the back door, so soon we fell back into rythem. We moaned hotly, turned on by the idea of a little show.

"Yo? Who is it?" I called out, trying to catch my breath as I slowed my thrusts down to a slow crawl but made them powerful, my son making grunts when he was stabbed with my cock and his ass making wet spanks as he came down.

A young voice like my son's rang out, a sweet young boy by the sounds of it, yet a voice I still recognized. "It's me Kris, Kenny's friend? Your neighbor? My family is gone for the weekend and I was wondering if I could join you and Kenny for those awesome cartoons..." he said.

I looked at my son, and I shrugged. It definitely wasn't the first time I'd made my rounds with the neighbor's kids, nor would it be the last. I loved them all, but the relationship with myself and Ken was special, like a married couple. My son just whimpered out a "Sure..." as I kept nailing him.

"Alright, get yer clothes off and get oiled up, Ken looks like he's about to blow and needs a good place to put it."

"Oh god why didn't you say so!" the young voice cried out. I heard my back door open and shut, and in ran the most adorable mouse boy you could ever hope to see. Far more feminine in his frame and body lines and curves than my son, or even the girls on this block, he was hot as hot could be (aside from that incestuous draw my son has). He was only wearing a pair of pink silk breifs, obviously designed for a very petite girl, yet he fit into them snugly. The child wasn't even a teenager either, yet he was shaping out gorgeously. His cock was tiny compared to ours, yet large for average boys. Like my son he'd been gifted in that department.

"Heyya Kris." I said in a warm greeting, picking up the pace and decreasing the power on my son, making him rag-doll against me as he had an orgasm but didn't ejaculate just yet. He twitched, rocked hard by the prospect of exhibitionism.

"Hello Mr. Clark, how are you today?" the mouse boy asked, pushing a pair of cute little glasses up on his muzzle with one hand, as he pulled his breifs off with the other. I reached up with both hands to tug at my son's pierced nipples, making him squeal in delight.

"Doing well, just enjoying Saturday cartoons with the boy here. You still coming for movie night on Monday with the others?"

The young mouse gasped and smiled "Are you kidding? I'd not miss it for the world. Oh and Becky and Amy are fertile, so its breeding time!" the mouse said clapping his hands excitedly. Oh what a lovely and perverted cul-de-sac I lived in (but once more that's a story for another time!)!

"Well, sunds like sperm rulette is on the agenda for Monday. Now, oil up and put Ken's cock in your ass." I said with kindness but with a firm command. The boy saluted with both penis and hand and said,

"Right away!" As he took off his glasses and set them aside, grabbed the oil bottle and gave himself his own quick rubdown. I was getting ready to burst myself, but I wanted to at least wait till young Kris had a chance to properly join in.

Kris had much less body mass than my son, so greasing him up didn't take long at all. Once again he was quite the sight to behold, more female in appearance than the previously mentioned girls of the block. It was a very decisive draw to say the least. Like my son, and all the kids of my neighborhood, he was blessed with a nice loose cavity that was ready to go at a moments notice, the oil was moot for him at this point but well wanted. Kris moved over my son's prodigious boyhood, aimed it, and rammed it right up his mouse-hole, sinking down with once nice slurp. "Ahhhhh yeah!" the child beamed, closing his eyes and pursing his girly lips.

"Oh fuck daddy, I'm gonna jizz soon." my son said, frantically starting to ride me now, so he could thrust into our enthusiastic house guest.

"I know, so am I." I responded, nuzzling my son's neck as the three of us began to mate, proper and deep.

Kris watched the telivision, the motions of buttsex so commonplace for him he didn't even loose his place. He rode diligently on my son, rocking his decent penis around my son's pierced navel, and held his shoulders so he could lean up and watch the television. "Ooo I haven't seen this one," He cooed.

"Blaxator gets away at the end using a hidden teleportation button." My son interupted, his voice wavering and almost cracking with pleasure.

"Oh you ass, I'm gonna fuck you for that." The girly mouse taunted, riding my son faster now, concentrating his efforts.

"Oh.....god....." My son whimpered, I could feel his organs throbbing inside with a desire to release, as I was sure mine would be as well.

The three of us remained that way for what felt like an eternity, my loins and my son's loins begging for their hot explosions, while Kris was still fresh meat and wasn't even close yet. I went off first, firing off what felt like, and could have been a solid gallon of cum over the course of a nice 10 minute long orgasm into my son's ass. Immediately after the flooding began, Kenny came next, spewing about half the load I did into the young mouse.

The three of us sat there, letting the cum flow, until my son made a burping sound and cum began to leak from his muzzle, and run out his mouth like a small fountain. He grinned, and laid still as if dead, moaning and bubbling orgasmicly. The mouse politely held a fist in front of his mouth as he burped as well, and began to drool cum from my son over their chests, rubbing it like lotion over their oiled up torsos.

My son smiled and pulled Kris down for a kiss, the overflowing cum leaking out their mouths as they kissed, holding their breaths as the cum would slowly ease off within them. Carefully they swallowed back down the rest, let the excess leak out, and they took their breaths, smiling contently at the through-and through insemination that were quite commonplace around this block. "Wow," Kris said. "Always a pleasure."

"I was about to say the same, though in the future you can come in without knocking, same goes for all you kids you know that." I said, reaching up and pumping the mouse's still hard length. He sighed pleasantly, spit another wad of cum, and slid off my son "Sounds great, but how about I fuck your kid here, and he gives you a nice buttfuck?" The eager preteen asked. I liked how assertive this femboy was, and he would be rewarded for it in time.

"I think we could swing that. It is Saturday after all, and Kenny can't watch tv without a dick in his ass." I said sweetly, lifting my son off of me and laying him down. He held up a finger to recover, and the three of us rested, petting one another for about a half an hour before we were ready to go again.

I kissed both the kids, giving Kris a little more shugar than Kenny since he'd already been worked over, and I turned onto my tummy, lifting my butt in the air for my son. Ken sprang into action, oiled up and soaked with semen, and lined himself up with my rear. Knowing I could take it, he rammed his big cock deep into my ass, and laid lewdly across my back and shoulders, lifting his tail for Kris. I grunted and adjusted to his length easily, but had to once more when Kris moved behind Ken, standing proud, and slipped his cock downward into my child "Ooooooo" the mouse said, hissing in pleasure.

Kenny and I both moaned in tandem, as the mouse began to fuck us both. He was such a feminine dominant, it was eroticly thrilling. Once more my living room filled with the sounds of sex, my son working back and forth to please us both, as the three of us watched cartoons.

Kris was strong, and potent, but still a cub. He thrust for a while, rapidly building up. Kenny was begin stirred by the sandwich and I could feel him throb and swell inside of me. I was content, I just laid back and enjoyed it, and made my hole nice and accessible to the kids, wanting them to cum more than my own pleasure. I looked over my shoulder and watched my son and this mouse make out like star crossed lovers. Someday soon they'd be married, and we'd be an even bigger family. I was eager for that, but for now I had to enjoy the scene as it was.

Kris' thrusts became more desperate, and needy. "Mmmmfff I'm going to seed you, catch your breath!" he warned my son. My son did little more than just nod, and ready for another complete end-to-end filling. I rocked my hips on my child's length, salivating at the idea of feeling cum rush up from inside and burst from my muzzle, so hot!

The minutes ticked by, and we swelled and throbbed, inching closer to orgasam. Then as if my morning couldn't get sporadic enough, my phone rang. With an oily hand I reached out and pressed the speaker phone, still rocking my ass back on the two moaning kids. "Clark here, how can I help you?"

"This is Owen, Kris' father? Is that him I hear with you?" A nice adult voice came over the line, wet sexual noises coming from his end as well.

"Well hello handsome, yes he is, he came right over and he's about to cum, want to listen?" I asked sweetly into he phone.

"Please, son cum nice and loud so we all can hear." Owen said into the line.

Kris gasped "Daddy!? Hi! Where are you?" he asked, moaning and shivering. "Oh fuck Im gonna spoo daddy."

"I'm here, your mother-aunt is here with me, we're just working out another sibling for you, since your grades were so good." Kenny and I smiled at the thought.

"Wow...unnngg...oh god!" and with that he came, wetly shooting into my son. My son groaned, and gurgled, and burped up the excess seed all over my head and face. I opened my mouth to catch it, blowing a load of my own all over the floor underneath me. Ken came next, filling me so full that I too had to vomit up some cum in the most delightful way. Satisfied moans of a similar nature came over the other end of the phone.

We laid there, I'm not sure how long. All I could hear was the sound of panting and dripping moisture and breathing coming from the phone. I'm not sure how long we laid that way but Owen finally came over the line.

"Good show Clark. Say we're going to be away all weekend, mind watching Kris? I want to make sure he's safe."

I smiled and spat a huge wad to the side, and said, "Mm no trouble. I'll keep him so fucked he'll be all ready for Monday. Eager for the roulette?"

Owen sighed. "Am I ever! Jack has me getting the fertility pills and extra oil, so I'll see you then."

We said our farewells, and I hung up the phone. I smiled once again at the paradise that I lived in, and squeezed my son's dick once more.

We relaxed, and eventually grew limp and slipped out of one another. I smiled, and said "Who's up for a game of basketball?"