A Father's Replacement Chapter 1

A Father's Replacement Chapter 1
By Lee Davey
Comments welcome at leedavey1000@gmail.com

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Cast:

Son: Jon - 11 years old
Mother: Shelly - 30 years old
Father: Thomas - 44 years old
Children: Mary - 14 years old
Sarah - 6 years old

Chapter 1

Shelly swigged back another big gulp of red wine as she laid back only half watching the television. 6 months already for fucks sake, and now the bastard army have extended his tour for another year she thought disgustedly

Shelly threw the now empty glass into the open fire with a satisfying crash of broken glass. Her hand easing down between her open gown caressing herself. Damn I miss him she groaned as her fingers stroked up and down, as she pictured her husbands thick cock driving between her thighs, handsome and rugged clothed in his captains uniform.

Shaking slightly as a small unsatisfying orgasm rippled through her, she removed her fingers delicately licking them clean and grunted in disappointment at her body's failure.

In all her 30 years ever since puberty she had never gone so long without sex she reminisced. Her trailer trash father had raped her of her virginity at the age of 12, the night before leaving her and her prostitute mother in a filthy trailer. Her whore mother had soon pimped her daughter to a long line of 'Johns' when her own drug addled body no longer brought the customers and the drug money in she needed.

Her life changed when she entertained an army man named Tom at the age of 16, one of a number of soldiers from a nearby camp. Unlike most of the scum who fucked her pussy and ass, he was kind, gentle and took time to talk and kiss the scared child.

To Shelly's delight he man soon became a regular visitor to. His bouts of lovemaking brief pleasant interludes between the regular fuckings she endured. One night she had confided that she was pregnant, and with his child, as of course she had only ever let the kind man screw her without a condom. A lie but one the man fell for, as he lay atop the girl his penis being expertly massaged by the child,s trained vaginal muscles expertly.

He had smuggled her away one night when her mother lay drugged to the eyeballs ans comatose. Slipping the state borders he had bribed some officials to arrange for the 16 year old girl to marry him, and become his wife and mother of his child.

Since then her life was wonderful. 14 years with a loving husband, and the blessings of 3 children. Were it not for her husbands regular postings overseas her life would have been perfect.

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Jon walked home waving good bye to his friends as he turned down the long tree lined drive that led to his home. Young looking for his 11 years he blew back a lock of fair hair from his eyes, trooping down the line still wearing the mud encrusted soccer kit from the match he had just played.

Seeing his mother at the window he waved at her a big smile on his face, the smile disappearing when she failed to wave back and instead swished the curtains back.

His mother had been like a bear with a sore head for some weeks now. Probably Jon mused because Dad was working in Afghanistan, and she was left to look after him and his two sisters alone far from the support of either of their families.

Throwing his bag down Jon run up the stairs and turned on the shower. Pulling the door shut he did not bother to lock it knowing that his mother used her own on-suite bathroom; and his two sisters were sleeping over at their respective friends homes, a situation due no doubt to a desire to stay away from Mom's ever present bad mood.

He quickly pulled his shorts down and hurried into the cubicle. It was silly he knew that despite being alone he was still so modest that he could not bear the thought of even seeing himself nude.

Not that he had much to hide he admitted to himself, his thing was perhaps 5 or 6 cm's at most and although he could get a stiffy nothing had ever come out, not like some of his soccer buddy's claimed boasting that they could spurt white stuff like real adults. No despite his own fumbling attempts nothing but pee ever came out of his pee-pee. He wondered whether he was normal, and wished once more that his father was home. There were some things a boy could not talk to a sister or mother about.

Soaping himself down and cleaning the mud from his legs he began to whistle tunelessly as the shower sprayed his pale body, ducking his head under the spray, and nearly drowned in surprise when the shower curtain was pulled open by his mother.

"Mom" he spluttered as he covered his bits in shame and turned away from his mothers eyes.

Shelly swayed slightly due to the wine she had drunk, and held onto the side of the cubicle for support as she looked at her sons body with interest. She did not know why she was here, her head was fuzzy, but the dark triangle between her legs felt like it was on fire.

She had heard her son enter the shower, her thoughts flying back to the joyful times she had spent with the boys father in the shower. He thrusting wildly between her clamping thighs, quenching the fire inside her with his thick copious seed.

Before she realised what she was doing she had found herself at the children's bathroom and opening the shower to stare upon the child she had gave birth too 11 years ago

She looked at the boys pale childlike frame as he cowered in the corner. She realised that while she saw her daughters nude all the time, after all Sarah was only 6 and while Mary was 14 being seen naked by her mother was no big deal. Jon however she had not seen in such a way for about two years now. Not since he had broken his collar bone climbing a tree, and for 6 weeks she had bathed and help him go to the toilet until the bones had knitted.

He hasn't changed much she critiqued, maybe his cock, no something so small could never be called a cock, a pee-pee would be better. Yes maybe her sons pee-pee was slightly bigger then before, and his small testicles slightly more pronounced. Other than that he still looked like the small boy she had bathed, and whose bottom she had wiped clean like any good mother would have.

She shrugged off the dressing gown she wore and stepped into the shower closing the curtain behind her, grinning as Jon pressed himself into the corner in shock.

She admired herself for a moment in the mirrored wall that ran down one side. Her breasts were a good 36d and there was a few extra pounds, which after three children was to be expected. Still she was attractive for a thirty year old.

Jon however could not appreciate this as he had his eyes closed wishing that the ground would open and allow him to disappear.

"Here let me help sweety." Shelly gently applied shower gel to her sons back caressing the boys soft body with admiring murmurs.

"Mom....NO, I'm too grown up for this" Jon whined petulantly turning and trying to slip past his mother and escape the shower.

Shelly was to quick for her son and with her other hand swiftly, and with a shockingly painful grip, caught her son by the groin and using her superior size forced him back and pinioned him against the mirrored wall. Her large full breasts pushing into the boys shocked and now tear stained face.

"See Jonny, your Mummy loves you and wants to make sure such that her son is squeaky clean" Shelly cooed gently, "I can't let you walk around the house all smelly and dirty now can I."

Jon noted that despite the sweetness of the words his mothers hand still gripped him firmly by his undersized 'thingy' and balls. With shock and humiliation he realised that despite the pain he could feel his bits reacting to his mothers hot, wet and firm gripping hand.

He had only just recently been able to masturbate himself, not that he could cum, but if he did it long enough he would feel good and tingly. Even as inexperienced as he was he knew that such a thing was a private thing and not something a boy should share with his mummy.

Before he could tell his mother this he felt her free hand gently pull his head back until he stared up into his mothers face. Her eyes were slightly unfocused and her breath smelt funny, he trembled slightly as he watched his mothers tongue run along her lips as she looked at her sons nakedness.

He blinked in amazement as his mother kissed him. Not like a normal kiss, a mothers kiss he, as any boy would, would try to squirm away from. No this was no chaste peck. His mothers tongue pressed firmly into his mouth scouring his teeth, his tongue, her hand clasping his head preventing him from escaping the her nasty invading tongue, the sour taste of alcohol on her breath clogged Jon's mouth and nose as he struggled.

Jon was more than confused. He had never seen his Mum act like this with him before. He had seen her being affectionate and cuddling with his dad of course, but she had never acted like this to him before. She had not seem him naked for years, and there only real contact was motherly hugs and kisses she shared with all 3 of her children.

Young as he was he knew that this was no motherly kiss, the fact that his penis had now hardened and pushed into his mothers hand with all its 5 cm glory was proof of that.

Breaking her kiss Shelly gave a deep feminine laugh. Her hand began wanking her sons small penis. Slow at first but quicker her hand lubricated by a combination of water and gel. Feeling the wetness between her own pussy she began grinding her cunt against her sons thigh as she continued to masturbate him.

She felt her own orgasm, a real orgasm unlike the pitiful ones she had recently build. The naughtiness of her incestuous act and her own sons reaction to her hand job magnifying her orgasm. With a scream she came, shuddering she collapsed to the shower floor dragging her 11 year old son down with her she continued her hand job until she felt the boys penis throb and Jon gasped into his own dry cum.

The two sat there for a few minutes. Jon scared and confused at what had happened, Shelly recovering from her mind-blowing cum.

"Good boy, you're a good boy" she murmured over and over until finally she stood and turning the shower off briskly dried herself and her son, as if were just a toddler and nothing strange had happened at all.

Shrugging her dressing gown back on and throwing the dirty soccer kit into the clothes basket she led Jon from the bathroom ignoring his protests to be allowed to dress.

"No need to get dressed son. It will be your bedtime soon after dinner, and getting dressed will just slow me down" she looked coyly over her shoulder at her nervous son, "and I have plans for you tonight." "After all with your father away your the man of the house, and I do so need a good little man." she drawled in a mock southern belle accent her hand cupping and then slapping her son's naked buttock affectionately.

Giggling as she watched the man of the house run down the stairs a pink hand print marring his otherwise perfect nakedness.