    M/b Incest Pedo.
    
    Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and completely imaginary. Reality can 
never be this good. In prison, child molesters are used as human toilets.
    
  Stuck
    by Pedro Feelya
    
    Ken's sweat puddled in his eyes. It stung more than normal. He knew that was because it was mixed 
with the grease and grime on his face. The shift linkage was frozen on the transmission of the tractor. He 
knew he shouldn't be jerking on it from that position. He had taken the back tires off and it was sitting 
on stands. 
    One last pound on the wrench, and the nut broke free. Then the whole tractor started to shift above 
him. Ken screamed and shifted his body to the left as the tractor fell to the right. His worst fear was 
realized. He was going to die.
    The axle of the tractor slammed into his gut, knocking the wind out of him and making everything 
fuzzy for a second. The transmission and body of the tractor landed a few inches away from his head. 
    Ken lay back and took inventory of how badly he was injured. He couldn't see his legs but his feet 
worked. He was breathing, but the axle across his gut limited him to breathing shallowly. There was no 
great pain yet, and everything seemed fine. He felt like laughing and cheering, he had been saved from 
death and dismemberment. He had to check on the tractor now.
    Ken tried to wiggle out from under the axle. He couldn't move. It was almost funny. He could see 
the axle rested on the bolt plate that held it eight inches from the ground. 
    With Herculean effort he gathered every ounce of strength he had and shoved hard against the axle. 
It didn't budge at all. He had only managed to move himself a fraction of an inch, because he was 
trapped so tight. Now it occurred to him. He could be here all day until somebody missed him. Nobody 
would hear him yell.
    Then he heard the running slapping of small feet. That would be has nine year old son Kevin. Thank 
God Kevin was here. He had been gone to summer camp for two weeks and had just got back.
    "Dad, dad are you okay?" the boy yelled.
    "Yah," Ken laughed, "I'm just stuck. I'm alright, nothing hurts."
    Kevin walked around the axle to look at his father. His boy was a lot like him. Lean, angular, tough, 
and a lighthearted sense of humor.
    "Wow," the boy commented. "you can't move at all?"
    Ken tried again and got nowhere. Kevin started to laugh. Ken had to grin too at his own 
predicament.
    "I need you to get some help. I don't know who. Just go get your mother."
    His son started to go around the end of the axel. "Dad?"
    Kevin hadn't left. Ken couldn't see him or his own feet because there was a cowl in the way. "Yah?"
    "There is something the guys in camp showed me, and I wanted to show you too."
    Now was not the time. "You can show me later. Go get help."
    "No. I think I should show you now."
    Ken felt his belt being fumbled with and opened.
    "What the hell? What are you doing?" Ken felt his jeans being opened and pulled down a little bit. 
    "This isn't funny. You better go get help or I swear I'm gonna slap you."
    Ken's underwear were being pulled down. He yelled out angrily, "Stop it. Pull my pants back up or I 
will kill you, I swear it." Ken couldn't wiggle his trapped hips, but he started to kick his legs around but 
couldn't hit anything. His pants were coming off and binding his legs too.
    Then Ken felt small hands around his penis, manipulating it. 
    The horror dawned on him. "Oh Kevin, don't do that. God, please don't do that. I'm begging you, 
stop."
    "Relax dad. You'll like it, I promise. All the guys at camp like it."
    Begging wasn't working. "Kevin" Ken said as seriously as he could, "don't do that. I will never 
forgive you. I'll never look you in the eye again."
    Then Ken felt a warmth around his limp cock that was unmistakable. His own son had sucked his 
father's cock into his small mouth all the way down to his pubic hair.
    "Kevin, you little faggot. You little fucker. What are you, gay? Do you know what you are doing? 
You're a little goddamn queer."
    The warmth left his hardening cock. 
    "Dad it's okay. I didn't think I would like it either. I said all that stuff too. I promise, it will be worth 
it." What had happened to his son at camp? Had he been raped? How many boys were doing this? Were 
there any men involved? Ken was sorry he had sent his son there for two weeks.
    Kevin's mouth sucked up the full length of his father's cock. Ken grunted as he spasmed a little. He 
stopped kicking and fighting. His son was determined and he really didn't want to kick the boy.
    Ken had never really had a good blow job and he knew it. Kevin's mother and she had been his high 
school sweetheart. She was beautiful and loving, but she considered sex to be a chore. Even when she 
orgasmed she would be thinking of other things and making plans. Ken had eventually given up and he 
couldn't remember the last time they had sex. 
    Kevin sucked hard as he raised his head and when his father's cock popped free, he licked it roughly 
up the underside. Ken groaned loudly. Kevin took a heartbeat to admire his father's big long dick, and 
then sucked the tip back in and began to jack off his father with one hand. He let his saliva slide freely 
down the shaft to lubricate the pumping. Ken felt his son's small hand cup and cuddle his ball sack. The 
boy knew exactly how firm to roll his balls around and massage them.
    Kevin's mother didn't like any oral sex. Humans are the only animals to regularly practice such stuff 
and it isn't natural. Ken had convinced her to try, but didn't enjoy her halfhearted efforts at all. What his 
son was doing felt fantastically amazing. He wouldn't admit it, but it was better than fucking his wife. 
No matter how he fought it, his son would soon rip an orgasm from him.
    Kevin was alternating sucking and rubbing with licking. After a few minutes he started to nibble and 
bite sharply but not painfully.
    "Oh God that's good!" Ken heard himself say. He couldn't believe he said that out loud. He started 
to run his fingers through his own hair, trying to hold his brains in.
    His son then sucked the head of his cock in and then slid his mouth slowly down his father's shaft, 
swallowing all the way. The boy was struggling to take more. Ken felt a roughness against his cock head 
and knew it was deep in his son's throat. He was losing it. 
    "Unnnnngh" Ken cried out. His balls tightened, and his hips tried to thrust.
    Kevin pulled his head back until just his lips locked around the head. He grabbed the shaft with his 
hands and began to pump furiously.
    "I'm cummmmmmming!" Ken warned his son. He felt his cock pump mightily despite his trying to 
hold it back so his son could move his head. His son sucked and swallowed and sucked and swallowed 
while milking his father's cock for more.
    Ken couldn't breathe. He was gasping as he tried to keep conscious. If the axle wasn't pinning him 
down he would have been flopping like a caught fish. He had never cum so hard in his life. He was 
ready to die now.
    As the endorphins drained away, he began to return to reality. He was still lying exposed on a dirty 
floor and his son was a cocksucker. His son had eaten his sperm. He didn't know how he would live 
with the shame. 
    "Thank you Kevin", Ken felt like an idiot for saying that, but he was also grateful. "You can stop 
now. I'm done."
    Kevin opened his mouth enough to slur around his father's hard dick. "Oh no dad, there's more."
    Ken had orgasmed and now his cock would shrink like normal. But Kevin kept the end of his 
father's dick in his mouth. He began to suck very softly. 
    Ken winced and grunted from the over stimulated sensitivity in his cock, but there was also an 
unquenched desire still burning inside him. He was ashamed of what he had felt, but it had felt better 
than anything, and he still wanted more. His cock hadn't softened much and now it was painfully hard 
again and demanding more.
    "Oh God that feels incredible. Don't stop." His shame was now complete.
    Then Ken felt his son's mouth leave the end of his cock. He felt terrible loss for an instant and then 
he understood why. 
    Kevin pulled off his boots and pulled his pants down further and off one leg. The boy then pushed 
against his father's legs, spreading them wide. Ken could have clamped his legs together, but he wanted 
nothing more than to cum. He felt exposed and vulnerable, but very excited. He felt a small hand wrap 
around the end of his cock where his son's mouth had been.
    Kevin then licked the underside of his dad's cock from the base of the head, upward. Ken groaned 
loudly. Kevin moved his head down and licked up again. He continued moving down the long cock, 
licking upward each time. The boy reached the hairy base of the big cock and began to nibble and suck, 
and that felt particularly good. The he began to lick the balls sack roughly. 
    Ken groaned wildly. He wished his son would just suck him off and not keep building to an insane 
orgasm. Kevin then sucked in each ball, mouthing and tickling it with his tongue. He continued down 
below the balls, licking hard. Ken cried out as nerves he didn't know he had, sang in ecstasy. His son 
then stuck his tongue down into the crack of his father's ass. The boy's tongue just was able to reach his 
father's asshole, and licked across it wildly, but because of the position his dad was trapped at, he 
couldn't do anymore.
    Ken felt this and almost came without anything happening to his cock. He was sure that if his son 
could stick his tongue deep in his asshole, he would have. The thought was disgusting and impossibly 
erotic at the same time. Ken knew he was losing his mind.
    Ken felt his son's face leave his ass and then he felt some warm wet spit slide down into the crack of 
his ass. Kevin then sucked in his father's cock again. Ken whined and sobbed in relief. Kevin began 
sucking up and down, bobbing his head hard, while one hand cupped and played with Ken's balls.
    Then Ken felt something press up against the sphincter of his asshole. It was narrow and pressed 
hard. He finally had the direst stimulation he needed to crest the mountain of intense sensations. 
Endorphins crashed against his brain and his balls exploded, pumping hot cum up his shaft and into his 
son's warm and eager mouth. He couldn't warn his son, nor did he need to. The boy drank it all greedily.
    Ken felt a flush of deep love for his son, that he would eat his father's cum. Now he was truly done 
and satisfied. His dick was sore and the finger at his asshole was irritating. But, the boy wouldn't stop.
    Ken hadn't fully crashed from his endorphin high yet. Kevin went wild on his father's dick, pumping 
his head and sucking hard. His father's saliva soaked asshole relented and he slid a finger in deep, 
feeling around. He wrapped his other hand tight around the hairy cock base, squeezed hard, and began to 
twist back and forth.
    Ken called out in frustrated intense pain. By the time his voice died away, the flame of lust rose to 
cover any discomfort. He began to sob with the intensity of his nerves screaming in pain and ecstasy. 
His son's finger inside has asshole created the full feeling of needing to shit, but it also flushed him with 
more lust and burning need. Then he felt a second finger invade him and the boy touched something 
deep inside. Ken became incoherent and sobbed while babbling He was no longer in control of his body 
and was riding the reactions his son forced inside of him. He hadn't gotten soft, and now he was going 
to cum again. He could feel that his cock was sore, but that just increased the sensitivity. 
    A fire erupted in his balls as they strained to provide yet another load. Fire shot up his shaft on the 
inside and burned at his piss hole. He felt his cock pump, and pump, and pump some more. He had no 
idea if anything was coming out, but it wouldn't end. He had no idea how long his son tortured him with 
over-sweet sensations.
    Eventually Kevin slowed down and let his father calm down gently. He pulled his fingers free from 
his father's tight asshole and wiped them on a nearby rag. He had used everything he had learned at 
camp, and created a few things more. It was the first time for his father and Kevin had taken him further 
than he had been by the time camp ended.
    He hoped he had converted his father. He kept his father's balls cradled and rubbed his lower 
stomach, while aftershock spasms occasional shook his dad. Still, he didn't want to walk around the axle 
and see his father's face.
    Ken stopped sobbing and was able to catch his breath. His groin ached, his cock could feel 
molecules of air hitting it, and his asshole would be sore for a week. He was totally drained and 
exhausted. But, he was also blissfully happy and had never been so completely satisfied in his life. After 
a few minutes he was able to speak.
    "Please, no more. I can't take any more." He begged his son. He wouldn't trade this experience for 
all the money in the world, but any more would kill him. 
    Ken continued, "Okay, that was fantastic, and you aren't in trouble, I promise. But, we will never 
tell anyone. Right?" Then he changed his tone. "Will you put my pants back on? Please?"
    Kevin walked uncertainly around the axle and looked down at his father's tear streaked face. "Dad, 
you have to promise me something."
    Ken was still exposed and at the mercy of his son, and now deeply in his debt. "What?"
    "Will you suck my cock too? You have to. It's a rule. It's your turn."
    An hour ago, Ken had no intentions of ever sucking anyone's cock. Now his heart jumped a little at 
the chance to share this pleasure with his son. "Yes, I promise. I will suck your cock just like you did 
mine." He paused, "Alright, are we done?" 
    Kevin nodded yes.
    "Okay, now will you please pull my pants up and go get some help?" Ken whined.
    Kevin walked over to a corner of the barn and pulled out a floor jack. He wedged the plate under the 
transmission. He then twisted the handle clockwise and began to pump the handle.
    Ken was amazed. He didn't know that Kevin knew how to do that. After a few pumps, the axle had 
raised enough, and Ken slid out, then stood and pulled his pants back on.
    Ken had never broken a promise and he intended to keep his word. He would learn from his son 
everything he could about sucking cock, so he could do to his son what his son had done for him. He 
also knew that they would often have lots of practice sessions on each other.
    
    Kevin just stood there, wondering how it was going to feel when he got his father to thrust that big 
cock deep into his ass.
    
    Should I write more homosexual pedophile stories or stick with heterosexual?
    Email me at pedrofeelya@gmail.com
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