Perverts 'R' Us

My Son's "Introduction"

By Pater Familias ( m/m/b, inc, cons, pedo, bd, 1st )

I have written this fantasy two ways. This story describes the ritual "introduction" of my son by his grandfather. I have also written a similar story describing the same scene using my daughter instead. Let me know which you prefer. I am at pater.familias@yahoo.com. I have many more in a similar vein.

"Joey, it's less than an hour until we leave for Grandpa's house. It's time to get dressed," I yell up the stairs to my six-year-old son.

"All right, Daddy," my son yells back, "but I think I might need some help with some of this stuff.

"I'll be up in just a few minutes. You get started and do what you can. I'll help you with the rest."

"Okay, Dad," Joey confirms from his room.

I pick up the telephone and dial my father's number. After two rings, he answers. "Hi Dad, this is Chris. Are you all ready for us?"

"Am I ready? Of course I am. It is my obligation to this family. I've been looking forward to this day since that beautiful son of yours was born. Are you sure he's ready? Have you made sure that he's fully prepared?"

"I sure hope so. I think he's as prepared as any six-year-old can be. Kelly and I have told him about everything. We've shown him all we can. Even his Uncle Jamie came over to help with the demonstrations. But of course he hasn't actually done anything yet. That only comes today with his 'Introduction' by you, his grandfather."

After a pause, my Dad asks, "Do you remember your 'Introduction' son?"

"Just like it was yesterday, Dad. You and Mom had me so well prepared. And Grandpa Alex was so good to me. That was quite a day."

"I remember how much I enjoyed watching the two of you. He really gave you a very nice 'Introduction'. As I recall, your Grandpa Al was really quite gentle with you."

"Yes, he was," I fondly recall.

"Well, just so you know, I might not be quite so gentle with Joey," my father comments.

"That's entirely your prerogative, Dad. You know that. All our family tradition requires you to do today is give Joey a good "Introduction". How you do is completely up to you."

"I know that, son. I was just making sure you remembered it too."

"I do dad. I'm sure that whatever you have in mind for him will be just perfect."

"Thanks son. I hope so. And remember, someday, this will be your obligation with your grandchildren, too."

"I'll keep that in mind Dad. So we'll be leaving within the hour. We should be there around two, depending on traffic. Don't forget to leave the garage door open so that we can drive right in. I don't want the neighbors gawking, especially the way Joey will be dressed."

"Oh, so you've really dolled him up for me, huh. I can't wait to see him. Any hints?"

"No fair, Dad. You'll just have to wait. We'll see you this afternoon. Love you. Bye."

"Goodbye son, I love you too. See you soon."

After hanging up the phone, I walk slowly up the stairs, remembering my own "Introduction" years ago by my grandfather Alex. My Dad had dressed me like the boy in the Gainsborough "Blue Boy" painting, with white ruffled shirt, jacket, cap, and short pants. My grandfather loved it. I remember how his huge erection burgeoned under his trousers when my father and I walked into the room where the "Introduction" took place.

But now, as I open the door to my son's room, my reverie is interrupted. I stifle a giggle as I watch him struggle to get properly dressed in the outfit his mother Kelly and I have prepared for him.

"Would you like some help, Joey?"

"Yeah Dad, I would," he said, helplessly holding two garments.

Rather than get my inspiration for my son's outfit from the old masters, I had found what I was looking for on today's Internet. I had run across some drawings taken from Japanese comics of boys dressed up in extraordinarily sexy outfits, with tuxedos, stockings, garter belts, and heels. I thought I'd try to adapt these for our son. Kelly had done the sewing, and had created the perfect look. We also had to purchase some of the things from various sources. But now that Joey is trying to put them all on, he's gotten a little messed up.

He has managed to get the shirt on properly. It is a dress white shirt with collar, cut short by Kelly so that it angles up from the point of his hips to the lowest button positioned two inched above his navel, leaving his midriff bare. The sleeves have been removed and the armholes enlarged so that Joey's nipples are clearly visible. Over the shirt he wears a tuxedo-like jacket made of deep purple brocade. Again the sleeves have been removed, and the armholes are even larger than the shirt. The jacket joins in front with a single button, just above the lowest shirt button. It is cut away in the front, again leaving Joey's midriff bare. In the back, the jacket has long formal tails. Rather than attempt anything so complicated as a bow tie, around his neck Joey wears a simple crossover tie, held in place with a snap over his throat. It is made of the same purple brocade as the jacket.

It is below his waist that Joey is having difficulty. In a heap around his ankles is a pair of purple fishnet stockings. Joey fiddles with a purple garter belt, not quite sure how to handle it.

Taking it from him I ask, "Is this thing giving you trouble?"

"Yeah, Dad. I know you showed me how to do it, and I've seen Mom's a few times, but I never wore one before."

"Well," I comment, kneeling down in front of him, "you should have put this on first, even before the shirt and jacket. Then everything else would be easier." I show him how to unfasten the belt. "Lift your shirt and jacket a little bit, while I slide this around your waist."

"Oh that's tight Dad," Joey grimaces as I fasten it in place.

"It's supposed to be snug, son. It has to hold up the stockings without falling down."

"Okay, Dad," Joey agrees as I pull the stockings up and snap them into place.

"Now get your shoes on." Joey has been practicing for several weeks walking in the purple stiletto heeled shoes. He slides the shoes on one at a time. "Okay now son, stand up and let me look at you." Joey teeters to his feet.

"Oh, I almost forgot," I say, slapping my forehead, "don't forget your gloves." I help Joey pull on the white fingerless gloves that reach above his elbows. Once those are in place, I tell him, "Okay Joey, turn around and face the wall."

Joey does as I instruct. In the back, the jacket's tails are cut so that they reveal his ass crack, joining a few inches above his butt. "Okay, son, lean forward and bend at the waist." Again Joey obliges, and the tails slide away, leaving Joey's cute white buttocks perfectly framed in elegant purple. "Oh your grandfather is going to love that!" I comment, patting my son's butt lightly. "Now stand up an turn back around so that I can see you from the front."

When my son turns around, he nearly takes my breath away. The white shirt and purple vest, garter belt, and stockings create the ideal border surrounding his virgin genitalia. I know my father will be delighted.

"How do I look, Dad?" Joey queries. "Do you think that Grandpa will like me?"

"I'll bet that he'll not just like you, he'll want to eat you up!" I smile in response, while pausing to look carefully at my son's cock and balls. He looks so inviting, that I feel my cock hardening in my slacks.

"Is some thing wrong, Dad?" asks Joey, noticing my hesitation.

"Nothing's wrong. I just think that there's something missing, son," I reply. Anticipating this, I reach in my sports coat pocket and pull out two different things. The first is a thong - a very tiny thong. The triangle of purple material will cover about a half of Joey's penis and testicles. I hold it in front of Joey's crotch and consider how it would impact the whole. After a moment, I decide against it and set it aside.

The second thing is a length of lavender ribbon. "Spread your legs just a bit, Joey." As my son complies, I slide the ribbon around his cock, then slip it behind his little balls, and finally tie the ends in a neat little bow, lightly binding his genitals, and wrapping them like the perfect gift. "I think that was just what was needed." Stepping back, I look at my son from head to toe. He is a six-year-old vixen, ravishing in his beauty, and ripe for fucking.

And that is just what his Grandfather will do to him today, or so I assume. For in our family, for as many generations as anyone can remember, that is what happens sometime between a grandchild's sixth and eighth birthday. It is the responsibility of the parents - always the father with the mother's helps - prepare the young person for their "Introduction". That's the day that the young child has sex for the first time, and always with the paternal grandfather. The parents are expected to be there, and to watch, but they cannot participate or interfere in any way with what the older patriarch chooses to do. By now, there is no hiding the raging erection in my pants.

"Yes, son, I think your grandfather is going to like you very much indeed." Joey smiles shyly as I motion towards my crotch. "Kelly, come in here and check this out," I call to my wife.

For many months now, my wife Kelly and I have been getting Joey ready for this day. We started by having Joey sleep with us in our bed. Then we had our young boy watch while we made love. I'll never forget the look on his face the first time he saw my erect cock disappear into Kelly's snatch. It was priceless. We let him know that he too will participate in such things once he has had his proper "Introduction".

I hear a soft rap on the door, "How's he look, hon?" my wife asks as she enters. "Oh my God, Chris, he's just perfect!" she squeals. "I can't wait to feel that little cocky in me. Can I touch him? Please?" she begs.

"Just a quick kiss," I caution, "because it's almost time to leave." Kelly leans over, and snakes her tongue deeply into Joey's beckoning mouth. When she leans, he has a perfect view of her wonderful tits down her blouse. I see their tongues intertwine as Kelly reaches forward to gently stroke Joey's hairless testicles. His little penis rises to the occasion in his first erection of the day.

"Okay you two, that's enough. Let's not take away from Grandpa anything that belongs to him." Reluctantly, Kelly breaks her kiss and stands erect.

"Joey," she says quietly, "remember everything we've taught you. Today, I want you to make your Grandfather really, really happy. And make us proud."

"I'll try, Mommy. I really will." His stiff little cock juts out proudly from its purple framework.

"Kelly, is Jamie here yet?" Jamie is my older brother. He's going to baby sit my two younger children, Andi and Frankie, while we make the trip to Dad's.

"Yeah. He came in while you were helping Joey get ready," Kelly replies

"Great. Then we're all set. Are you ready for your 'Introduction' son?" I ask, knowing his answer full well.

"You bet, Dad," Joey gushes. "Let's go!"

Joey carefully clops to the door and heads down the stairs while I look lovingly at my wife and give her a kiss while feeling the globes of her ass, as always, bare under her skirt.

"Are you coming, Dad?" Joey calls back from the stairs.

"We'll be there I just a minute son. You talk with Uncle Jamie. We'll be right down." I turn to my wife. "You think he's ready?" I ask quietly.

"I think we did everything we could to prepare him. Stop worrying. It's up to him now," she says, cuddling close.

"You're right, of course," I reply kissing her again. "Just one more thing before we leave."

"What's that?" she looks at me with a twinkle in her eye.

"Turn around and put your hands on Joey's bed," I direct?

"What…" she asks inquisitively, as she turns toward the bed.

"This is your first 'Introduction' of one of your children. You know that you are to watch quietly, and, as you also know, you are not to masturbate or even touch yourself while you watch. There is still one other family tradition you need to know about. You are to wear this," I say as I reach into my jacket pocket.

She anxiously looks back with her hands on the bed to see me remove a medium sized putt plug. Her eyes grow large. At the same time, I flip her skirt over her back, lube the plug, and start to insert it.

"This is so you remember me while you watch Grandpa take our son's virginity," I explain. She sucks in a huge gulp of air when the plug pops into place. I give her a light swat on the ass, and tell her to stand back up. "We'd best be going."

Kelly has worn butt plugs before, so that was not an issue. But the surprise at being told to wear one today shows clearly on her face. Hand in hand, we walk down the stairs, Kelly somewhat unevenly. Jamie and Joey are waiting for us in the kitchen.

As soon as we walk in Jamie gushes, "Oh guys! You have done a fabulous job! Dad will be so pleased. I was just telling Joey how fantastic he looks! I can't wait until you guys all get back, and we can have a party of our own," he enthuses, looking at Joey. His erection betrays his lust.

"Thank you for taking care of the other kids, Jamie."

"Just like you did for me when my oldest daughter Sammy got her "Introduction", Jamie replies. "By the way," he asks, sidling up to Kelly, "may I check if you taken care of all the last minute details?"

"Be my guest," I smile back. Jamie slides his hand under Kelly's skirt and up the inside of her leg until his fingers come to rest on the base of the butt plug.

"Good job, little brother," he smiles at me. Kelly is scarlet with blushing. I merely nod in acknowledgement. After all, I had done the same to Jamie's wife Lynn when their oldest went for her Introduction a year and a half ago. The difference was that, even though Lynn had been fucked in the ass many a time, she had never worn a butt plug prior to that day. I thought she was going to kill me when I checked her out.

"What's a good job, Dad?" Joey asks innocently.

"Don't worry about it, son. It's time to go. Thanks again Jamie. We'll be back sometime tonight." With that we head to the garage, buckle Jamie in the back seat of the minivan, and head for my Dad's. Thank heavens the rear windows are all tinted, so no one can see our son in the back seat. Meanwhile, our four-year-old daughter and two-year-old son are safe with their uncle. No one in the family has ever dared touch a child before their Introduction.

All during the two-hour drive to my father's house, Kelly questions Joey on virtually every aspect of his training. We had tried to teach him everything we could, to show him every possibility, and to prepare him for any eventuality. We had even enlisted Jamie's help to demonstrate the things men do together.

As I listen to my wife's questions and Joey's answers, my mind wanders back to my own Introduction. I remember asking my grandfather why a man and a boy would have sex together.

He laughed and answered me like this. "Chris," he said, "by the time you grow up, you'll know whether you prefer girls or boys better. But the only way you could truly know how to choose is to have experience with both. And who better to learn with than someone who loves you dearly, and would never do anything to hurt you? That's why", he continued, "after you and I spend time together today, at your Introduction, you will be free to join the adults in the family - the men and the women - in all of their adult activities. And soon, in about six or seven years, when your body gets bigger and starts making sperm of its own, you will find that your own preferences will become very clear to you. It's all part of the learning process."

And then he removed his trousers and for the next two hours or so, while my parents and grandmother looked on, we kissed, licked, and fondled each other thoroughly, culminating in my Grandfather gradually penetrating my virgin asshole. To this very day, I can still feel the length of his turgid member slowly sliding back and forth in my backside while he gently stroked my hairless balls and tiny rigid penis. The only thing that was the least bit uncomfortable was the stretching, stretching, stretching of my tiny anus around Grandfather Alex's swollen prick. Eventually he quickened the pace. I recall shuddering in pleasure with the dry cum of a child at just the same moment that his fountain of sperm erupted into my bowels. He hugged me tight for the longest time, his thick shaft slowly softening in my rectum.

"And what do you do if Grandpa wants to put his cock in your butt, Joey?" I hear my wife asking.

"Push out like I'm going to the bathroom," Joey replies. "Is that right?"

"Absolutely," Kelly beams. "Oh, honey," she smiles at me. "He is soooo ready!"

"That's what I wanted to hear," I smile back at her. "Joey, we've still got over an hour to Grandpa's house," I say, looking in the rear view mirror. "Would you like me to put on a video on the DVD player, or would you rather take a nap?"

"Could you put a video on, please?" he asks ever so politely.

"Sure thing, kiddo," I reply, and slide a silver disc into the player. It is not ten more minutes down the road, and Joey is sound asleep in the back seat. I look over at my wife and nod towards our son. She looks back at him and then smiles at me. We let the video run.

"Joey sure seemed excited this morning," Kelly comments.

"He sure did. The clothes you made for him are wonderful. You did a great job."

"Thank you, honey. But you provided the ideas. I just did the grunt work."

"Well whatever, they came out great," I reply.

"By the way, I heard Joey spend quite a bit of time in the bathroom this morning. Apparently that laxative you gave him last night worked really well."

"Yeah, I guess it did. After all, I want him to have a nice clean track for the old man. I'm not really a big fan of enemas. They're messy, and they scare kids."

"You're such a good Dad." Kelly replies, and she reaches over and strokes my crotch with her hand. "You know, I'm really looking forward to this Introduction. It's my first."

"Well, just remember that, no matter what happens, you are to say and do nothing. You are just to observe - that's all," I remind her.

"I know. That'll be hard. But I'll do it, I promise," she sighs.

"You'd best. I wouldn't want any shame on the family. Listen, you've handled all our family traditions really well, starting with the orgy after our honeymoon. And besides, after today, you can have Joey all you want," I say as I reach over and hike up her skirt.

"I am really looking forward to that!" she enthuses as I tap the inside of her thighs and make clear that she is to spread her legs. She takes a quick look back at our son's crotch. "Oh I can't wait to get his little hard on into me. Ooh, that feels good," she squeals as I spread my hand over her hairless crotch and play with her enlarged clit.

"How's the plug?" I ask.

"Filling," she tersely replies.

"Excellent," I retort. "It's supposed to be. Now just lean back and relax for a while." I continue to manipulate her as I drive along, occasionally sinking my fingers into her leaking slit. Once, when I pass a semi, I slow down to give the diver a good view of my wife's bald box. He blasts his air horn in approval.

Soon we leave the interstate, and head into my parent's town, the place where I grew up. A lot has changed over the years, but it is still my hometown. Kelly pulls down her skirt and wake Joey up. A few turns on the familiar streets brings us to my parent's home. A few years ago, they had sold the home I grew up in, and bought this house. They said it was easier to take care of. But I think that Dad really wanted someplace special to hold each family "Introduction".

As requested, the garage door is open, and we drive right in. I tap the horn lightly to let my parents know we are here, and the garage door closes behind us. Kelly helps Joey get out of the car, and carefully checks his costume to make sure everything looks perfect. I open the door into the kitchen, and lead my family into my parents' home.

My mother is in the kitchen to greet us. She wears a light blue apron over her skirt and blouse. I also notice that she is wearing a leather collar as well as cuffs on her wrists and ankles. She immediately approaches me and gives me a hug and a French kiss. She waits obediently for me to raise her skirt and feel that her butt plug is as securely in place as is Kelly's. I caress her soft buttocks for a moment before sliding my fingertips down her ass crack and verify the presence of the anal phallus. I notice that hers seems to be glass rather than plastic. Is it one of those new Pyrex toys I wonder? Mom embraces Kelly, and then steps back to look at Joey.

"Oh my God," she exclaims. "Your father is going to be ecstatic."

"Where is he?" I inquire.

"Oh he's in the parlor. He doesn't want to see Joey until it's time for the 'Introduction'".

"Well, when do we begin," I ask.

"As soon as you all have had the chance to use the bathroom and are comfortable," Mom replies.

"Of course you're staying for dinner," Mom prompts. "I've got a lasagna in the oven. It's on time bake, so it will take care of itself while we attend to business."

"Sounds good to me, Mom," I reply. "Joey, go use the bathroom. You won't be able to once we start the 'Introduction'. Kelly, you too," I direct.

"Okay, Dad," Joey replies, heading to the half-bath off the kitchen. Kelly follows.

While they re gone, I finger the collar around my mother's neck. "This is new," I comment.

"Yes, it is," she replies, blushing slightly. "Your father has taken quite an interest is B&D and S&M stuff of late. It is really very exciting."

"And you like it?" I ask with raised eyebrows.

"More than I thought I would," my mother replies. "You'll see a little of it at the Introduction. You might want to think about getting Kelly in on the act."

"That sounds interesting," I reply. "You'll have to tell us more. And your plug…is it one of those expensive glass ones?"

"Yes. They're just terrific - and so easy to keep clean. They feel fantastic. Actually, the one I'm wearing is an exact replica of your father, so it penetrates a lot deeper that a regular plug. But then you'd know all about that, wouldn't you, since you're so much bigger that your father. Maybe you'll have time to fuck my ass before you have to leave this evening," she beams. "Although," she continues, "you'll probably want to get home and fuck your son as soon as you can." She strokes my cheek as I reach up under her blouse and cup her naked breast.

"Oh Mom, you know how much I love to fuck you - down your throat, in your cunt, or up your ass. We'll see what the time looks like after the Introduction and dinner."

Just then, Kelly and Joey return to the kitchen. I make a bathroom stop as well. On my return, Mom and Kelly are fussing over Joey's outfit. I announce, "I think we're all ready."

"Very well, son," my mother replies, "Kelly and I will go in the parlor and get situated. When your father is ready, he will call for you to bring Joey in. You will sit in the empty armchair. Any questions?"

"Not from me, Mom. How about you, Joey?"

"Do you know what Grandpa is going to do?" Joey asks with big eyes.

"No, I don't, honey," my Mom replies. "But whatever goes on, I'm sure your parents have you well prepared."

"Okay Grandma," Joey responds confidently.

"And Joey," Mom concludes, "remember: both Grandpa and I love you very, very much," she says as she kisses him on the forehead. I can tell she wants to caress his little cock, but she restrains herself. She straightens up, and she and Kelly head into the parlor, closing the door behind them.

"Are you all ready, little man?" I ask, smiling at my son.

"Yes, Dad. I am."

I look him over one last time, and reach down to straighten the lavender ribbon around his genitals. "I love you, son. It's time."

"Joey, come in and present yourself," my father's voice beckons from beyond the closed door.

I grasp the knob and turn, as nervous as a new bride. With my hand on Joey's shoulder, I walk behind him into the large, dimly lit parlor. My father is standing next to the massive fireplace, in which a log fire roars. He wears a tweed jacket, collared shirt, and dark slacks. His graying hair is neatly parted on the left, behind his receding hairline. To his right is a twin bed with crisp white sheets and several pillows, obviously brought into the room just for this occasion. An empty chair without any arms is behind him. A small table with a box atop it stands between the chair and the bed. Kelly is seated on the left side of the room, with a perfect view of the bed. Next to her chair is a small table. I am astounded to see my mother behind Kelly, her clothed body spread like a big letter "X". The cuffs on her wrists and ankles are shackled into some sort of framework. She also has a ball gag in her mouth. Drool is already leaking down.

Joey and I approach my father. Stopping in front of him, I speak the time-honored words of our family, "My Father, today I present my son Joey to you for his Introduction."

"My son, is your son fully prepared for this Introduction?" my father ritually asks.

"I believe that he is, sir," I reply.

"Excellent," my father comments. "You may be seated," he says, motioning me to an empty armchair a few feet away.

I nod to my father, lean and kiss Joey on the forehead, and take my seat. Joey now stands alone before the man who will provide his Introduction. "Hello, Joey, how are you today?"

"Fine, Grandpa," Joey smiles back.

"What do you think of the way that your parents have dressed you up today? Do you like it?"

"It's okay," Joey says almost indifferently.

"Well I think you look spectacular. Your parents are to be commended." He nods at both Kelly and me. "As you can see, you definitely have had the desired effect on me." He holds his arms back and turns so that we can all see his massive erection beneath his pants.

"So Joey," he continues, "why are you here today with me?"

"So that you can give me my Introduction, Grandpa," Joey replies without hesitation.

"You're correct, my boy. But Introduction to what?" Grandpa inquires.

"You are going to give me my introduction to sex, Grandpa," Joey says proudly.

"And so I am…so I am." My Dad's voice trails off. "You have watched and seen a lot of different things up until now. Today, you will begin to do some of them." Dad sits down in the armless chair. "Come on over here, Joey, and let me take a look at you."

Confidently, Joey steps right in front of his grandfather. Dad places his hands on Joey's shoulders. Then he cups Joey's cheeks in his hands and leans forward to kiss his grandson. I am pleased as I see Joey open his mouth in anticipation, and the two entangle their tongues together, just the way Kelly and I had shown him. After what seems like many minutes, they break. Dad then has Joey slowly turn a full three sixty, carefully examining him from every angle. The combination of the kiss and Dad's intense gaze has given Joey a hard on as well. Dad looks pleased when he sees it.

"What's this, little man?" Dad asks, touching the tip of his index finger to the tip of Joey's circumcised erect penis.

"That's my penis, Grandpa," Joey replies proudly.

"So it is." my Dad comments, "and it is stiff, just like mine. Do you know what that means, Joey?'

"It mean this it is ready for sex, Grandpa," Joey beams.

I sneak a look over at Kelly. She is transfixed on Joey and his Grandfather. Her hands tightly grip her knees.

"Yes it does, Joey. Mine is too. Would you like to see it?"

"Oh yes, Grandpa," Joey enthuses.

"Well then, remove my trousers and take it out, young man," my Dad directs as he stands. Joey eagerly steps forward and unbuckles Dad's slacks, unzips his fly, and helps the old man remove them. With no underwear to get in the way, Dad's erect cock springs out right in front of Joey's face. For the next hour, the three of us watch as Dad and Joey explored each other's bodies. While Dad quickly gets naked, he leaves Joey in his outfit. The only thing he carefully removes is the lavender ribbon around the young boy's cock and balls. Joey performs wonderfully, doing everything his grandfather tells him with enthusiasm and effort. The only time he hesitates just a little bit is when Dad tells him to stick his little tongue in the old man's asshole. Dad had already given Joey a fabulous rim job, and Joey had done the same to him, but when Dad tells Joey to stick his tongue in, Joey hesitates. Dad has to tell him twice before he actually does it.

I find myself wishing that I had a camera to record all the beautiful moments. Cameras have always been forbidden at Introductions because of the family's fear of someone outside the family breaching our trust when the film was developed. But I find myself thinking that in this age of digital technology when anyone can edit and print his own pictures, perhaps it is time to set this old taboo aside. I especially wish I could have captured the look on Joey's face when Dad sucked his little balls for the first time. I thought Joey's eyes would pop out of his head. It was priceless.

Joey is prepared for almost everything his Grandfather does until Dad opens the box on the small table. By this time they had licked and sucked each other's cocks and testicles, given each other rim jobs, and sucked each other's nipples. Dad had explored Joey's anal passage with his fingers and thumbs, and had invited Joey to push his thumbs and fingers up Dad's ass and give him a good prostate massage. But I am taken aback when Dad opens the box and takes out some miniature clothespins. I cringe when Dad starts clipping them all around my young son's nipples. Joey's eyes well up, but he never cries, or protests in any way. I now understand what my mother had said earlier about the S&M stuff being part of the Introduction. Thankfully, Dad removes the painful clips before long, and turns his attention to other things.

We are well into the second hour when Dad tells Joey to get up on the bed on his hands and knees. Kelly and I lean forward in anticipation. Dad flips the purple tuxedo tails up on Joey's back. "Well Joey," he asks, "what do you think I'm going to do next?"

Without hesitating, Joey replies, "I think you are going to put your cock in my butt, Grandpa."

"You are absolutely right, Joey. I am going to do just that. What else do you think I am going to do?"

"You are probably going to fuck my asshole until you cum in me, Grandpa."

"And is that alright with you, Joey?"

"Grandpa, anything you want to do is alright with me," Joey smiles back. Kelly and I look at each other and grin.

Dad reaches into the box and produces a tube of lubricant. Carefully he anoints Joey's anus as well as his own swollen cock. I can hear Kelly's heavy breathing as she intently watches the engorged crown of my father's fat phallus push against her son's impossibly small sphincter. I hear Joey gasp as the head of Dad's pressing penis pops past his rectal resistance and takes up residence in his bowels for the first time. My own hard on rages as I delight in watching my own father violate the virgin void of my six-year-old son's rectum. Joey remembers his lessons well, for he is clearly pushing out hard, making his grandfather's entrance ever so much easier. My boy grunts each time his grandfather advances his onslaught, his taut anus snugly grasping the older man's thick penis. Ever so slowly, my father wedges deeper into my son's welcoming warmth.

"How are you doing, Joey?" my Dad asks solicitously. "Are you okay?"

"You're…big…Grandpa," Joey pants. "But I'm…doin'…f…fine."

At those reassuring words, Dad grabs the boy's hips and pushes a bit harder. Joey lets out a little yelp as his Grandfather's swollen probe pushes into his puny posterior. I look over at Kelly. She is squeezing her legs together, obviously trying to get herself off. I clear my throat and scowl at her. She gets the message and immediately spreads her legs apart. Sweat flows from her brow. My own huge erection strains for relief, but I know that now is not the time. My mother's drool has become a steady stream pooling on the carpet. Her skirt shows a large wet stain around her crotch, giving evidence of her excitement.

All of us rivet our attention back of the main event. Dad begins a leisurely in and out fucking of Joey's no-longer virgin ass. I can see the moisture from my son's bowels, glistening on the swollen shaft of my father's cock each time he withdraws. The wrinkles that surround Joey's tight sphincter disappear with each forward thrust. The only sounds in the room are Joey's involuntary groans, the panting of the three adults, the slapping together of the two bodies, and the crackling of the dying fire. I delight in watching my father slowly and gently fucking my six-year-old son's asshole. This is what we had worked so hard to prepare him for. Joey grits his teeth and grimaces from time to time, but he is obviously not fighting his grandfather. In fact, when Dad reaches his right hand around and strokes my son's young prick, and it hardens in response, I am sure that he is actually enjoying himself. When Joey gets his erection, it only serves to tighten his young anal passage, making things even more pleasurable for his Grandfather. After a bit, Dad leans back, pulling Joey with him. He turns on the bed so that my son is facing us, with Dad's fat cock fully buried in the boy's bottom.

"Put your legs on the outside of mine, Joey," Dad directs. "I want your parents to get a good view of your young cock and balls while my hard old cock is wedged up inside your tight little asshole," he says with delight. Joey complies, as best he is able, lifting his legs to straddle his grandfather's. This of course spreads his legs wide open. Dad is right. The sight of that small stiff cock and hairless balls, with my father's fat boner buried in my son's bowels is a sight I will always remember. They hold that pose without movement for over a minute. Dad then gently strokes Joey's scrotum with one hand while pinching his nipples with the other. My son murmurs his appreciation.

"Okay Joey," Dad finally says, "I want you to turn around and face me. Pop me out for a second if you need to." Joey struggles to get his feet on the ground, dislodging Dad from his rear end, if only for a moment. He clambers back into his grandfather's lap, this time facing him. "Go ahead," Dad directs, "guide it in." Joey reaches down and grab's Dad's cock, and lines it up so that the old man can stuff it back into his tender depths. Once the crown is past the sphincter once again, Dad tells Joey "Sit down on it now. Sit down hard. Then wrap your legs around me, and suck my nipples."

Joey pushes down hard not once, but twice, fully impaling himself. He lets out a guttural groan, but does not seem to care about the old man's length or girth. Dad's breathing grows heavier as Joey encircles his legs around his torso. I gaze on in marvel at the tiny bit of my Dad's cock showing on the outside of Joey's body. I find myself envious of my Dad and the pleasure he is receiving deep in the tight confines of Joey's rectum. "Some day…" I think.

Dad starts rocking back and forth, holding Joey's back with one hand and playing with the lad's nipples with the other. Joey has attached his mouth to his grandfather's hairy nipple. I watch as my father's wrinkled nut sac tightens and his balls rise, and know that my son's rectum will soon be flooded.

"Ooh yes!" Dad bellows, and then locks his mouth on Joey's. I see their tongues met as the grandfather's semen erupts into the grandson's body. I smile and glance over at Kelly. A single tear flowing halfway down her cheek is reflected in the firelight.

Joey and Dad hold their embrace for what seem like a very long time as my father's panting subsides. When Dad finally breaks the kiss he says to Joey, "What just happened, my dear boy?"

"You came in me, Grandpa," Joey replies quietly. "You put your stuff all the way up inside of me." He is smiling at his grandfather.

"Yes I did, Joey." Dad heaves a huge sigh. "And it felt wonderful. Thank you very much."

"You're welcome, Grandpa," Joey sweetly replies, wrapping his arms around Dad's chest.

"What happens next, Joey?" Dad asks.

"Well," Joey looks up at the older man, "first, you will probably shrink back to your regular size. Then, you will probably take it out of me," he replies. "But you don't have to if you don't want to," he hastens to add.

"At my age that is exactly what's going to happen." Already, his cock has shrunk and slides from Joey's butt hole. "You know, Joey, you sucked me earlier, but you never did get to taste any sperm. Would you like to taste sperm, Joey?"

I recoil backwards in horror. Was Dad going to have Joey taste the sperm he had just shot up the young boy's asshole? Was he going to have him plop it in a glass or something? Maybe use a big straw? My mind races.

"Yeah, I would, Grandpa," my innocent son replies. I know that my Dad is totally in charge of an Introduction, but this is almost too much.

I am just about ready to protest when my Dad says to Joey, "Good, I am glad, Joey. Why don't you go over to your Dad, then, unzip his trousers, and suck him until he comes in your mouth. Then you'll get a good taste of sperm for the first time."

I am thunderstruck as Joey obediently replies "Okay, Grandpa." He hops off the old man's lap, trots over to me, and immediately reaches for my zipper. I help him slide my pants down around my knees. Then I watch in disbelief as my own son looks directly into my eyes, opens his mouth, and immediately slurps half the length of my penis into his mouth. I feel the glans bang into the back of his throat. Undeterred, Joey bobs his head back and forth, the way he has seen Kelly suck me off so many times. I struggle not to grab his head and force the rest of my cock down his throat. Dad watches on in amusement; Kelly watches on in amazement.

"What do you think, Joey?" Dad asks.

Taking his mouth off my erection for just a moment, Joey replies, "He's bigger than you Grandpa," with the candor of a six-year-old.

"Yes, well…don't forget to play with his balls," Dad says sardonically. Joey does, and almost immediately I start spasming. In my hyper excited state, it has only taken but a few strokes to cause me flood my son's mouth. Jism bubbles from the corners of his mouth as he struggles to keep up with blast after blast. I am soon spent, but Joey keeps on sucking, like a baby from a bottle.

"That's enough Joey. What do you think?" Dad asks

."It's kind of salty, Grandpa," Joey replies.

"Well give your Dad a big kiss," my Dad directs. Joey throws his arms around me as he climbs into my lap, and shoves his tongue deeply into my mouth. The musky taste of my own semen is clearly evident.

"All right, Joey, that's about enough," Dad says. Joey reluctantly breaks off the kiss. "Now what can we do for your Mom?" he asks rhetorically. "How about you lick her until she cums?"

"Like my Dad does to her?" Joey asks.

"I'm not sure just what your Dad does, Joey," my Dad smiles. "Why don't you just have your Mom move to the edge of the chair, flip back her skirt, spread her legs, and go at it?"

Joey bounces in front of Kelly who is already complying with her father-in-law's wishes. Instead of flipping her skirt back, though, Kelly helps Joey remove it completely. Kelly then spreads her legs by hanging them over the arms of the chair. Joey drop to his knees and eagerly laps away at his mother's hidden folds. Kelly and I have shown Joey how to do this properly several times, so he wastes no time licking the wrong things. He zeroes straight in on her clit. Since I demand that Kelly keep herself perfectly shaven at all times, Joey does not have to deal with any pesky pubic hair. Kelly is so excited, that she too, takes little time. Joey licks her all around and Kelly responds with lusty moans. Joey soon has her writhing. I can tell she wants to cradle him in her arms and smother him with her breasts. As Joey locks his mouth on her taut clitoris, sucking and licking, she cascades into a loud orgasm. She keeps her legs wrapped around the arms of the chair so that she does not crush Joey's head. Dad looks on smilingly, his erection staring to return. It has been only a few minutes since he shot his load in Joey's ass, so I wonder if the sixty-two year old grandfather is using Viagra or Cialis or Levitra.

"That was well done, Joey. I am sure that your mother, enjoyed it enormously as well," he comments.

Joey beams, and Kelly smiles in gratitude at her son and her father-in-law, her panting only beginning to subside.

"You have one more thing I want you to do with your Mom, Joey," Dad observes.

"What's that, Grandpa," Joey inquires.

"Reach down between her legs. If your father prepared her right, she should be wearing a butt plug. I want you to pull it out of her," he directs.

Joey reaches between his mother's legs and feels until he finds the base of the plug. Since it has been in place for almost five hours, it takes Joey a bit of struggling to remove the plastic invader. Kelly grunts when the plug pops out with a "pop".

"Now put the plug on the table next to your mother." Joey does as he is told. The plug glistens with my wife's rectal mucus. "Well, Joey," Dad comments, "we've taken care of just about everyone, haven't we?"

"What about Grandma?" Joey questions as he rises from between Kelly's legs. "Are we going to do anything for her, Grandpa?" I look over at my mother hanging limply in her bonds. I'd almost forgotten about her. Her drool from the ball gag has soaked her thin blouse, revealing her still shapely tits.

"I'm not sure that we'll do anything 'for' your Grandmother. Joey. But we might do something 'to' her though. What do you think?"

"Whatever you want, Grandpa," Joey smiles.

"I thought so, Joey," Dad smiles back.

Dad reaches into the box on the table and produces a pair of scissors. He hands them to my son. "Joey, I want you to use these to cut your Grandmother's skirt off. You see, the way she is attached to that frame right now, you could never get it off without undoing her bonds. I don't want to do that."

"Okay, Grandpa," Joey replies with a little trepidation. He takes the scissors, unsure where to start.

"Start down at the bottom hem, Joey, in the back," Dad dictates. "Just cut the skirt right up past her butt to the waist. Then get it out of the way."

"But won't that ruin it?" Joey objects.

"Don't worry about that. She can always make another one." My mother, like my wife Kelly, is very good on the sewing machine. Joey carefully starts cutting, making sure he does not cut his grandmother. When the skirt falls way, I am surprised to see that my mother has no pubic hair. This is new. Apparently either Mom or Dad has shaved it off.

"Okay, Joey, toss the scissors aside. I want you to feel your Grandma's butt," Dad orders. Joey runs his hand over the globes of my mother's ass. While he does so, Dad picks up the discarded scissors and starts to cut away Mom's blouse. Mom's eyes grow wide when the scissors approach her neck. The remaining fabric falls from her body, and she is helplessly naked, fettered securely in the frame. Joey continues to fondle her buttocks while Dad returns to his box to retrieve something.

"Joey, I want you to put you hand in Grandma's ass crack until you feel the base of the butt plug she is wearing." Joey moves his hands as directed. "When you feel it, I want you to pull it out, just like you did the one from your mother, and put it on the table."

While Joey turns to his task, Dad reveals a pair of nipple clamps that he has taken from his box. Mom is simultaneously relieved and assaulted as Joey removes the glass phallus and Dad fastens the painful metal clamps in place. She whines into her gag when Dad flicks her squeezed nipples with his fingers once the clamps are in place. By now, Joey has succeeded in his task, and Mom's rectum is empty.

Handing Joey the same tube of lubricant that he used to help penetrate his grandson, Dad tells Joey to lubricate his Grandmother's asshole really well. While Joey does this, Dad removes Mom's ball gag. He then produces another leather strap from his box. He mounts the slimy butt plug that Joey had removed from Kelly's ass into a slot on the strap. He then forces the foul phallus into my mother's maw. When she tries to resist, he pulls back her hair, forcing her mouth open. He crams the putrid plug into her throat, and fastens it in place with the strap. I am strangely aroused by the repulsive scene. Kelly too watches in rapt horror and fascination.

"Alright, Joey," Dad continues, "now grease up your left thumb and fingers as well, and push your thumb into your Grandma's asshole." After Joey complies, Dad says, "Now add a finger…now another… now a third." Joey has most of his hand in his Grandmother's loosened anus.

"You're doing good Joey. Now I want you to make a little fist, and put the whole thing in Grandma's rear end. Can you do that?"

I lean over the arm of my chair, my erection returning, as my six-year-old son forms a tiny fist and pushes it past the futile resistance of his Grandmother's sphincter. Mom cannot even cry out with the filthy butt plug filling her entire mouth. He rams his little fist forcefully into her rectum, right up to his wrist. Mom writhes in her bonds.

"That's great, Joey," Dad enthuses. "Now I'll grease up your other hand. I want you to put that one up inside your Grandma's cunt." Joey looks confused for just a moment, then the realization of what his Grandfather wants comes over him. Dad lubes up Joey's right fist, and the boy quickly shoves it up his helpless grandmother's other hole, as deep as the first one. "Now take turns pushing your two fists in and out." Joey quickly gets the idea.

Mom is bawling silently, with big tears streaming down her cheeks. Her grandson's two fists piston in and out of her impaled vagina and rectum respectively. The painful clamps bite into her nipples, and the filthy plug fills her throat. I am amazed at how erotic I find the entire scene.

"Kelly," I am surprised to hear my father address my wife. "Get over here an your hands and knees, and suck off my wife. Give her some pleasure."

I am equally surprised when my wife quickly responds, "Of course, sir." Still wearing no skirt, she promptly drops to all fours in front of my mother, and starts licking the older woman's clitoris. Dad looks pleased. His erection rages full again as he looks at my wife's ample ass splayed in front of him. Mom groans as the pleasure from Kelly's tongue and pain from the other implements mingle together. Joey continues to pummel her cunt and ass.

'Son," my Dad says next. "I am going to fuck your wife's asshole, now. I think it is time for you to fuck your son, as well."

Almost in a trance, I respond, "Whatever you say, Dad." I rise and remove my slacks at the same time that I see my father's erect penis disappear into Kelly's bowels. She gasps at his sudden entrance.

I kneel down behind my son and whisper in his ear "I love you, Joey."

"I love you too, Dad," Joey replies and we French kiss. Then I spread his legs a little wider to give me better access. Joey's anus looks like a bulls-eye in the center of its purple frame. I nudge my swollen cock up against his little sphincter. Holding his shoulders, I push.

"Keep fist fucking your Grandmother," Dad interjects.

"Yes, Grandpa," Joey retorts, having paused for my entry. "Oh Dad," Joey groans as I push into him, "you're bigger than Grandpa…a lot bigger."

Dad, who has worked up a good rhythm in Kelly's ass, pauses for a moment to say something. But then he decides not to, and focuses his attention back on my wife's anus.

I've never felt anything as tight or warm or slick as my six-year-old son's rectum. And because I'd already come once today, it takes quite a bit before I am ready shoot my second load, this time into my son's backside. Meanwhile, Kelly's tongue lashing of my mother is clearly having its effect, for Mom's irregular breathing and writhing body give notice that she is approaching her orgasm, in spite of the mixed messages of pain and pleasure her body is receiving. Dad whispers something to Kelly, and she reaches out with her hands to play with Joey's erect cock and hairless balls while I continue to fuck his little ass. Dad pulls on the chain between Mom's nipple clamps with each thrust he makes into Kelly's colon.

We all approach orgasm together. Mom comes first, wailing into her plug gag. Dad follows, filling Kelly's shapely ass. Kelly, who truly loves being ass-fucked, comes almost immediately, with Dad's balls slapping at her slit. Finally, I groan mightily as I spurt my seed in my son's tight bowels. Whether Joey comes or not, I do not know. But frankly, I do not care.

After many moments of silent panting, Dad rises first, dislodging himself from my wife's anus. He carefully removes the clamps from Mom's nipples, and the plug from her mouth. He unbuckles the cuffs from her wrists and ankles, although he leaves the collar in place. Joey slides his fists from his Grandmother. Later he would tell us how surprised he was at how hard Grandmother had gripped his wrists when she had her orgasm. I am the last to pull out, holding Joey in my lap with my cock buried in his butt for the longest time. But eventually, I too let my son go.

My father returns to his chair, as do Kelly and I. Mom stands behind Kelly as Dad motions for Joey to come forward and stand in front of him.

"Joey, this concludes your 'Introduction'. As of today, you may join with any other members of the family in whatever activities that they may choose to enjoy. But I must remind us all of two strict admonitions. First, any activities of the family must never be mentioned or discussed with anyone outside of the family, at any time, ever. To break this admonition is to be banished from the family - or worse. Second, what has occurred here today must never be spoken of again, even with family members. All in our family know that 'Introductions' take place. There is no need to speak of details. As with the first admonition, the sanction for breaking this is banishment from the family - or worse. Does everyone here clearly understand?"

We all nod our assent.

"Very well. This 'Introduction' is concluded. Joey, welcome to the family as a participant," Dad smiles at his Grandson.

We all gather around and pat Joey on the back. Then it is time to clean up. We each shower, and get dressed. Mom prepares dinner. The "Introduction" took just about three hours. So it is getting on into the evening by the time we have eaten. All of us are fully dressed for dinner except Joey who is still in his full costume.

After dinner, even though my mother looks at me longingly, I decide that it is time to head home. It is about eight thirty when we bundle Joey into the car and head home. We are not on the road ten minutes when Joey is sound asleep.

Kelly leans over to me. "I'm sorry you didn't get to fuck your Mom," she says with genuine disappointment.

"Oh that's okay," I respond. "She's a really good fuck, and I love doing her, but there will be plenty of other opportunities. And besides, she's nowhere nearly a good as you." I turn to Kelly and squeeze her knee. Changing the subject, I say with some relief, "We did alright."

"We did better than alright," Kelly smiles back. "Joey was spectacular. Although, to be honest, I was surprised when your Dad got us both involved."

"Careful, that's the last time I ever want to hear you refer to what happened today," I admonish my wife.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking," Kelly gasps, holding her hands over her mouth as is to pull the words back in.

"Don't worry about it. It's just us. Besides, I was surprised, too," I say, casting her a knowing look. She smiles back lovingly. "Besides, we've got to start thinking about getting Andi ready for her 'Introduction'. She's four years old, you know. When do you want to have her join us in our bed? What sort of an outfit would look the best on her? I was wondering, maybe a harem girl? How about a street hooker? Or what do you think about 'the little mermaid'?"

And so, for the next two hours, all the way home, we talked about how to get ready for the next "Introduction".

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