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Subject: Three Men And A Baby 1 of 2 (mf, cons, pedo, incest)
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Three Men And A Baby 1 of 2 (mf, cons, pedo, incest)
Written by Maxamm
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(mf, cons, pedo, incest)
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Carl was not one of those men who objected to babysitting, while his
wife went out to work. It wasn't like his nine month old daughter was
difficult to take care of. Most of the time, little Corrie slept right
through until Susan returned home. However, if the baby needed a feed
or a change of diaper, Carl could deal with it without any fuss. In
fact, the latter task had lately become something of a sexual pleasure.
He couldn't quite define it - wasn't even sure he wanted to go there -
but there was an undeniable eroticism in the sight of his naked baby
daughter. Just a few days eralier, he had kissed her tiny pussy for the
first time. It had been an impulsive act and afterwards, he had felt
like a pervert. Was this how it started with fathers who sexually
abused their children? Was he some kind of sick pedophile who had been
triggered by the sight of his own baby? Carl was no more comfortable
with these questions than he was with the manner in which his cock
sometimes stiffened when he was holding the baby or watching his wife
nurse her. The child was still three months from her first birthday and
he was having jerk-off fantasies about her. Either he was sick, or this
was more normal than the baby care experts would ever dare admit.
Whatever the answers, he wasn't dwelling on them on this particular
Thursday night. Tonight was the night for beer and poker with his best
buddies, Tony and Don. He suspected he might be able to discuss his
strange feelings towards his daughter with Tony, given the right moment.
After all, they had been friends since childhood and Don had three
little girls of his own. Poker night, however, was definitely not the
right moment. When it came right down to it, Carl suspected he would
lack the nerve to broach such a delicate subject at any time, even with
his best friend. The way he saw it, he might just as well stamp the
word PEDOPHILE on his forehead and invite comments on his
no-longer-secret perversion.
"Looks like my lucky night," Tony grinned, scooping yet another pot from
the centre of the kitchen table.
"Yeah, rub it in, you fucking cheat," Carl grumbled good naturedly,
flinging away yet another losing hand. "Your deal, Don."
"I need to take a leak first," the blond man said, rising to his feet.
"Give this asshole a chance to count our money."
"What time are you expecting Susan home?" Tony asked, leaning back in
his chair.
"Not 'til three at the earliest," Carl replied. "Why?"
"Just don't want her walking in in the middle of a poker game," the
heavily built man answered. "You're supposed to be babysitting, not
gambling and boozing with your buddies."
"Hey, I'm doing my job," Carl retorted. "Susan doesn't mind me having a
few beers and a few hands of poker, even if I am losing. The baby
monitor is right there on the wall and if my little girl cries out, I'll
be upstairs faster than you can pick up three aces. There's no law
saying a good father can't have a little fun on duty."
"Only in my house," Tony sighed.
Their conversation was interrupted by a sound from the baby monitor.
But it was not little Corrie crying for attention, but the voice of Don.
He was speaking gently, just loud enough to be heard.
"Hello, my little beauty. Haven't seen you for a while. You won't
start yelling now, will you? Don't want to disturb your daddy. That's
a good girl. You like Uncle Don, don't you? Uncle Don sure likes you."
Tony laughed. "Uncle Don! I thought our bachelor buddy couldn't stand
kids. Poop and puke machines I think he once called them."
"He obviously doesn't know about the baby monitor," said Carl, leaning
closer to listen.
There was a moment of silence, before the man upstairs spoke again.
"Look at this, Corrie. Look at what Uncle Don has in his hand. Bet
you've never seen one of these before. Take a good look, baby. Your
Uncle Don has a hard-on for you."
"Jesus Christ!" Tony exploded. "That fucking pervert!"
"Let's just listen," Carl told him.
His heart was beginning to pound frantically, as he formed a mental
picture of his friend towering over his infant daughter, throbbing boner
in hand. It was as much a relief as a shock. At least he now knew for
certain he was not the only man who could become sexually aroused by a
baby. He might still be sick, but it was good to know he wasn't unique.
"Think you could suck this?" Don's voice was lower, his breathing
becoming more laboured. "I'd love to put my cock in your baby mouth and
fill you up with cum. I bet you have a sweet little pussy. Maybe your
daddy's had a taste already."
Carl felt himself blush.
"I wish I could have a taste," his friend continued. "Wish I could cum
all over your sexy little baby body!"
"He's jerking off over the baby!" Tony whispered, as though he was the
one in danger of being overheard. Carl, he's............."
"He's not hurting her," the other man interrupted. "Let's just listen
and learn."
There was little more to listen to, as Don apparently realised that if
he was to shoot his load over the baby, the mess would be impossible to
clean up. The infant gurgled softly, but there were no more sounds from
her visitor. He had left the room as hurriedly as he arrived.
"I don't believe what I've just heard," Tony said, reaching with a
trembling hand for his beer. "You think you know a guy and all the time
he's a fucking.........." he struggled to spit out the word
".................. pedophile!"
"Yeah, you just never know," Carl murmured absently, staring into the
distance.
"So, what are you going to do?" his friend demanded.
"What would you do, Tony?"
"I'd.............. uh............... I'd.................. I don't
fucking know Carl. That's your baby upstairs. This is your house. I
can't tell you what to do."
Carl studied his friend carefully. Though Tony was shocked, he was not
reacting as a father of three young children might be expected to react
to such a situation. Instead of murderous rage, there was just shock
and embarrassment. Was it possible that he was not as unaware of Don's
predilictions as he wished to pretend?
"When Don comes back, we act like nothing happened," Carl decided.
"Don't mention the monitor. Let me deal with this."
Tony shrugged. "Whatever you say, buddy."
A few moments later, Don returned. Had they not been listening in,
neither of the other two men would probably have noticed his slightly
flushed features.
"Your deal," Carl reminded him, as he took his seat. "I'll get us some
fresh beers."
When he returned from the refrigerator, he moved to sit down, then
changed his mind. "I think I'll just go check on Corrie first. Won't
be long."
"That little one is going to be a real daddy's girl," Tony mused, as
soon as their host had left the room. "Carl is a very lucky man."
Don grinned. "He sure is. Maybe I should offer to babysit sometime."
"Maybe not a good idea," the other man replied. "You hate kids, remember?"
"Yeah," Don grunted. "I hate kids. Just ask your three little girls."
"Catherine hasn't even learned to speak yet," Tony said. "Lucky for
you, I'd say."
Don looked suddenly uncomfortable. "Let's change the subject. We're
here to play poker and drink beer, not talk about babies."
Five minutes later, Carl returned, carrying his daughter in his arms.
He had removed her nightdress, leaving the baby clad only in her diaper.
"Thought I'd bring Corrie down to say hi," he smiled. "You guys don't
mind if I change her diaper, do you?"
"Go right ahead," said Tony.
Don said nothing, but he could not take his eyes off the tiny child. At
that moment, he regretted not having jerked off in the bathroom, as he
could feel his cock returning rapidly to full stiffness.
Taking a seat opposite him, Carl carefully removed his daughter's
diaper, which was neither wet nor soiled. Of course, he had known this
already. He had taken the baby from her cot for one purpose only - to
tease his pedophile buddy. From the look on Don's face, it was working.
He was staring at Corrie's little bald pussy and practically salivating.
"I don't think she needed changing," Tony observed.
Carl gently touched the soft baby pussy, his hand lingering. "Yeah, I
guess she doesn't.