Story by Custos
(Original posting 27 December 2024 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)

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This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor.
The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only.
The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life.

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Bullubullu commission: Special Little Boy 2

Despite the world-shattering events of discovery and acceptance several months ago in the bedroom of his parents, Sid is still the same old kid. Cute little horns just starting to protrude from his scalp, an overall light fur colour with brown spots smattered over his back, with shirt chestnut-brown hair covering his blue eyes. Maybe slightly smaller than average and a little chubby, but an overall handsome growing boy calf of twelve years old.

There had been a serious discussion between Sid and his parents the very next day over a delicious breakfast made with as much love as mom could cram into the food. While none of them regretted what had happened the night before, Earl and Samantha being drunk did obfuscate their minds, and they should have handled things more slowly and explained things more clearly to their curious young son. Especially since it was clear Sid was struggling with some self-esteem issues. Something both mom and dad vowed to help Sid work on.

Earl started taking Sid to the local YMCA to work out with him and offer the calf a casual space to observe the many different body types among men of all ages and species. The calf had been terrified of changing in the public locker rooms, but with the patience and support from his daddy who loves him very much, Sid soon became comfortable enough to bare it all. No one laughed or even gave the calf a second glance. Casual male nudity was a normal thing to be enjoyed among peers in peace and understanding. A brotherly camaraderie. Despite there being nothing to it, Sid did still blush his cute cheeks off. But that’s something his smiling father hoped would never go away, for it made his heart melt in all the right ways.

Mom on the other hand started giving her son more cuddles and compliments, asking the boy for help with some things like lifting heavy things or opening stubborn jars instead of her husband. It never failed to put a smile on Sid’s face when Samantha thanked her boy for a job well done, especially when drawing him tightly into her soft motherly bosom.

Sid flourished those months, and grew more comfortable by the day. He started talking more in class with his peers and even made a few new friends both at school and the Y. He wasn’t too shy to join his dad in the sauna anymore. In fact, the twelve-year-old had been the one to suggest it since all of his friends at the Y also did the sauna after every workout session with their dads. Earl couldn’t have been more proud with every milestone his little insecure boy was conquering. And all it had taken was just a little recognition from his mom and dad. To be seen, bare and vulnerable, like he had been that fateful night.

It is the day before Christmas, and the white-furred calf is watching holiday-themed movies on the couch while his mom is in the kitchen preparing dinner. His dad would be coming home soon from work, and this year around they’d be joined by his parents’ good friend Tony while Christmas Day they’d be spending with family.

Sid had heard Tony’s name for the first time during that drunken night that changed so much. He’s a horse, and Earl and Samantha’s regular friend with benefits. With all the open-mindedness and closeness between parents and son, Earl and Samantha had deemed it only correct to introduce their boy to the man they’re swinging with. Though, their relationship with Tony wasn’t a romantic one, they felt a deep affectionate friendship for him and they wanted their son to be okay with that.

Mom emerges from the kitchen dressed in her apron while pulling off her oven mitts. She smiles at her twelve-year-old son as she takes a seat next to Sid on the couch, taking a little break as her eyes slide over to the television: “Find anything good to watch, honey?”

The young boy takes in his mother’s form as he fumbles absentmindedly with his soft humanoid penis, just dressed in an ugly Christmas sweater and nothing else as Sid prefers to usually go around the house bottomless now that his self-esteem is soaring. His mom is a beautiful woman in her thirties, with her large breasts still perky and her child-bearing hips wide and voluptuous. Her fur is a creamy caramel colour, with dark sock patterns on her lower legs and feet as well as her forearms and hands. Not that he could see them with the apron blocking the view, but the image of his mom’s beautifully dark large areole and stiff nubs flashes through Sid’s mind.

A soft pink hue bleeds through the young preteen boy’s cheeks and his cute boyish penis suddenly perks up as it throbs into a stiffy in mere seconds. Samantha notices her son’s bodily reaction to her presence and she has to smile brightly when realising her boy’s unspoken compliment. She leans toward Sid and gently takes his stiff nail between her slender fingers, giving her boy’s penis some tender motherly strokes as she draws her son’s foreskin up and down the tiny pink cherry tip.

“You’re such a sweet boy, Sid. Is that all because of lil’ ol’ me?”

Sid nods enthusiastically, his cheeks turning even more crimson as he grins widely and goofily. His first instinct had been to run and hide, to curl up into a little ball and make himself as small as possible. But his mother’s soft smile and loving gaze, plus his personal growth the last few months had caused him to splay open his legs slightly wider and squeal quietly under his breath as his mom took his little member in her soft hand.

Mom’s stroking is gentle and patient, both their eyes fixed on the plump tiny mushroom head peeping from Sid’s small foreskin on each downward draw. Samantha’s other hand reaches down and tenderly cradles Sid’s little balls in her warm palm, massaging the small orbs as she makes her twelve-year-old son’s chest heave and his heart beat faster. The young calf moos out softly, his pelvis twitching subconsciously as it thrusts into his mommy’s grip, eyes transfixed on Sam’s hands palpating his boyish erection and balls.

A small hand reaches out and gingerly takes hold of the adult woman’s teat, cupping it reverently as if it were very fragile while Sid’s thumb gently flicks the stiff nub of Samantha’s nipple. The calf’s voice is low in volume, softly speaking as he’s still working on finding the confidence to speak out his desires: “Mommy… Can I… Can I suck your boobie?”

Samantha chuckles, endeared by her son’s very adult request in such childish words. She releases Sid’s penis and starts fumbling with the cords of her apron on her back: “I don’t know, honey. Can you?”

Sid giggles in his cute boyish way, grabbing hold of his little erection as he blushes fiercely in a smile. At his age, that dad joke is still somewhat funny.

The beautiful caramel bovine woman peels away her apron and reveals she’s wearing nothing underneath, making Sid’s heart skip a beat as his mommy’s feminine body is revealed to him. Her breasts are large and perky, soft and bouncy, and he can already see the glistening sheen on her labia. She’s excited for her little man and not afraid to show it to him, which makes Sid squeal inwardly with lewd happiness.

Samantha welcomes her handsome bottomless boy in her arms as she reclines against the armrest of the couch, offering her body as a soft mattress for her eager son to rest upon. Sid’s small hands encircle both heavy tits immediately, giving the both of them a squeeze as he giggles up at his mom nervously before enclosing one of her dark earthy nipples between his lips. The beautiful woman sighs, cradling her boy within her arms and body as if he were still safely enclosed within her womb, gently stroking and massaging her handsome son’s back and head as she rocks him back and forth. Nursing him like when he was a baby, minus the milk and the emotional bonding amplified and multiplied.

The moment of tenderness and motherly affection is nearly so potent as to mask Sid’s entrance entirely, neither woman nor boy objecting as their bodies act purely upon instinct and merge together as their loins gently press into each other. The silky heat enveloping the twelve-year-old calf’s penis is scorching, yet immensely pleasurable. The sensation of her little boy seating his small rigid member once more inside of her motherly cradle as arousing to Samantha as her husband’s thick adult penis would have been. It feels equally as natural and normal to her as well. Sid once left her body through that sacred tight gate of her womanhood, and no other has earned as much right to venture back up that path again in her book.

The young calf is quietly humming and whimpering as his body lazily thrusts into his mother, his young rigid penis stiff as a nail and sending shudders of pleasure up his spine each time his little cock head is unveiled when his foreskin pulls back on each thrust.

Watching her son’s cute bubble butt flex and hunch into her is filling Samantha with motherly, and not so motherly feelings. She wets her finger in her mouth as Sid changes breasts and makes her moan out when he suckles hard, much to the little boy’s delight. And even more to Sid’s delight, his mother’s wet slender finger finds the pink pillowy doughnut underneath his twitching tail and tenderly slips inside. Right up to the first knuckle, then the second nearly immediately.

Sid moos around his mommy’s breasts, cocklet twitching within her warm slick folds as his body produces a little bit of precum in response to the stimuli. Samantha hushes her precious little boy as she cradles him in her arms, safe and warm, locked within her embrace as he struggles a little against her intimate motherly touch: “You like that, don’t you, honey? When mommy or daddy tickle your walnut?”

The preteen calf squirms and moos in his mother’s grip, pushing back against the finger as his whole body trembles and shakes with pleasure so intense he’s still a little afraid to give in to it fully: “Ah. Ah. Mommy. Ngh. Please, mommy…”

Samantha smiles at her baby boy mumbling and begging in her embrace, the grown woman hooking her legs and hooves into her son’s so that Sid’s thighs remain forced open, granting her fingers easier access to the child’s anus. Her free hand kneads the trembling boy’s buttock, then reaches down to massage Sid’s dangling small balls while her index finger sneaks deeper within the calf’s insides and finds that hard little gland that grants a male so much pleasure. She can feel her son’s prostate spasm against her fingertip, Sam’s motherly fingers expertly encircling the hard bulbous tissue as she can feel her son is dangerously close to the edge.

“Shh. Shh. Honey. Just let it happen. Mommy’s handsome little stud boy! Show me—”

As the two are building towards Sid’s childish orgasm, suddenly the clicking and opening of the front door is audible, and a set of steps announce Earl’s arrival home from work. Samantha freezes in her position, trying to stave off Sid’s childish climax, but she can feel that hard little nub within her little boy’s ass already throbbing beyond the point of no return.

“Honey. Sid. I’m home—”

Earl steps around the corner into the living room as he’s busy undoing his tie when his eyes are met with the wonderfully erotic scene of his wife and son entangled in the beautiful horizontal dance of incestuous sex. Sid’s tongue laps a few more times at his mother’s dark nipple before clenching his teeth into them softly, whining out as he makes his mom moan. Right in front of his father, the young twelve-year-old boy unloads his small volume of boyish watery semen up inside his loving mother’s welcoming uterus, the woman’s finger still deeply embedded in his tight ass and once again swirling powerfully around the child’s sensitive prostate: “Shh. Shh. Good boy. Such a good boy. Mommy’s little stud.”

Before Earl’s eyes, Sid’s perineum starts bulging and twitching rhythmically as very clearly his youthful sperm is being ejaculated directly into his mother’s womb, the young boy crying out around and into Samantha’s tits. His whole body convulsing and stiffening in an earth-shattering childish orgasm. All while his mommy’s finger is deeply hooked within his backside, keeping him firmly locked in place along with her legs hooked around his own.

Sid pants as Earl finishes undoing his tie and opening the top buttons of his shirt, the red-blooded male bull instantly hot and bothered at having walked into the sweet and intimate scene between his wife and son. He kneels down onto one knee next to the couch and places a loving kiss onto Samantha’s lips, lingering for just a moment before pecking an affectionate smooch on top of his son’s forehead as well. Sid’s eyes, half-lidded and speaking of physical exertion, meet his father’s and the two grin at each other sheepishly. The boy closes them again and nearly purrs when he can feel his daddy’s strong hand land on his butt cheeks, giving them a firm affectionate squeeze in approval.

“Attaboy! Trying to make a little brother or sister in mommy before daddy can, eh?”

The handsome masculine bull starts undressing as Samantha gently slides out from underneath her son, giving both her boys another kiss before grabbing her apron and walking back into the kitchen with a dripping womanhood. The very thought of her very own son inseminating her making her and her husband even more hot and bothered, but their reason has won over lust so far. They simply couldn’t risk it. But how long will their increasingly horny and openminded minds listen to reason?

Earl slides down onto the couch in front of his son, his smiling little boy resting his cheek onto his dad’s thigh and basking in the deeply manly scent of his father’s crotch. A scent that has always been present throughout his life, only much stronger and more concentrated around his daddy’s loins. The handsome bull, muscular and tall with black horns and dark brown fur, reaches over his son’s body to where his wife’s finger had been seated mere seconds ago. He gingerly touches his son’s swollen anus underneath the boy’s cute tail, testing the waters as his own fatherly penis stands proud and tall, leaking precum all over his own shaft and balls and his cute son’s cheek: “Looks like you had fun with mommy, champ! And who wouldn’t with such a handsome boy with such a big manly dick!”

Sid squirms into his father’s lap, loving to be praised by his dad who her looks up to like a hero, but for reasons unknown to his young mind embarrassed by the compliments at the same time. The calf’s tail instinctively parts to the side when he feels his daddy’s finger touch his sensitive ring, offering the man he trusts most in the world unfettered access. Earl gives his son’s anus a quick look over but keeps smiling down at his boy: “Did mommy do a good job, sport? Did she tickle your walnut right?”

Somewhat recovered from his mind-blowing orgasm earlier, Sid just smiles up at his daddy as he can feel the adult male’s finger gently slip up inside of him just like his mom’s had. He’s had some questions for his dad, and it just feels right to ask them now when they’ve become so intimate and close.

“Dad… You and mom call it a walnut, but what is that thing in my butt really? That thing that feels so good?”

Earl gives a hearty chuckle and forces his finger a little deeper inside his son’s tight passage, giving the young boy’s prostate a gentle caress when finding it without issue. Which causes Sid to spring up and gasp in pleasure once more: “Hah! Well, son. That’s your prostate. It has several functions, but one of them is giving a male pleasure when having sex. So that a male will ejaculate semen into a female and produce offspring.”

The handsome bull smiles down at the twelve-year-old calf as if it is the most normal thing in the world for a father to finger and massage his son’s prostate, Sid shuddering in pleasure as his dad demonstrates by doing just that. Precum oozes up out of his father’s urethra, making the dark pink helmet of his cock shiny with slickness as thick drops pearl down along his shaft. Sid is mesmerised but also a little scared of how looking at his father’s excited cock makes him feel. As if fucking with his mom is okay, but having this intimate conversation with his dad isn’t.

“Dad… Do you play with me because you want to, or because you have to?”

Earl looks a bit confused, but his finger continues to swirl around his son’s inner pleasure button without hesitation. His free hand takes hold of his heavy fat cock and gives it a nice long squeeze for some relief: “What do you mean, son?”

“You know. Because you want me to feel better. About myself? Mom said you don’t play with Tony like you play with me.”

The dark-furred bull looks pensive but remains fingering his son, even toying and teasing him by slipping his finger even deeper and missing Sid’s pleasure button on purpose.

- “I’ve always considered myself straight, son. Which means I only like women romantically and sexually. But you’re my son. My own baby boy! You’re as much my own flesh as you are your mother’s. And touching you feels just as right as touching my own dick. I hope that makes sense, if even a little. It’s hard to explain.”

Sid is listening intently to his father’s words, his eyes alternating between the man’s eyes and that large masculine cock leaking fatherly precum like a broken faucet. It makes sense to him, a little. Kind of like how touching your own cock doesn’t make you gay.

The twelve-year-old boy’s small fingers dart out and gingerly brush against his father’s fat shaft, the tips getting coated by a layer of incestuous precum: “So… Is this okay, then? Daddy? Can I touch you too?”

Earl beams down a radiant smile at his son with a nod, but can’t help himself but chuckle and add: “I don’t know. Can you?”

Sid rolls his eyes and grabs hold of the base of his father’s thick penis, his small hand not even reaching around halfway: “Mom made the same joke, dad.”

- “Hah. God, I love that woman!”

The handsome masculine bull can see his son eyeing his cock up close and personal, as if contemplating something. Sid had touched him before, and the question he just asked seemed a little weird as a result, but Earl reasons his son is just looking for more confirmation. For explicit approval from his father.

- “Hey, bud. If you want to touch daddy, you can. Wherever you want. But just when we’re alone together, okay? With mommy, hell, maybe even with Tony present if you like him enough. So is there anything you wanna do with daddy’s dick, champ?”

Sid blushes again, a cute pinkness spreading underneath his white-furred cheeks.

“Uhm. Maybe… I wanna try licking it. Is that okay, daddy?”
- “More than okay, bud! It’s all yours.”

Tentative little licks along the shaft soon evolved into full on suckling as Sid closes his eyes and locks his lips around his daddy’s bulbous fat mushroom head, both his hands required to draw back the foreskin and reveal the shiny helmet in all its glory for the little boy’s reverence. Earl throws back his head against the headrest of the couch and gently coaches his son, telling him to be careful with his teeth and not to take too much before he’s ready. Samantha occasionally peeks in her head from the kitchen and smiles at the tender sight of her little boy and wonderful husband bonding. Her shy little baby blossoming into a confident man with their loving guidance. Earl notices her and smiles at his wife, mouthing a silent ‘I love you!’ to her which she reciprocates by a blown kiss.

The inevitable question comes when Sid asks his father whether he has a prostate too, and Earl can only confirm that he does like any other red-blooded male mammal. Now it’s the adult man’s turn to blush a little when he scoots down on the couch for his son to see clearly, legs splayed wide as he hooks them behind his elbows while nearly being folded double. His muscular ass sticking up in the air giving his son unfettered access to a place he’s never shared with anyone save his wife.

- “Go easy on me, son. I’m even more of a virgin back there than you are now!”

His daddy admitting Sid will be the first to play with him in such an intimate private place makes the little boy’s heart flutter in excitement. Sid’s cheeks are flushes as he nods and coats his fingers in ample amounts of his own father’s precum, using the adult male’s thick shaft almost like a tube of gel as he pumps up some more dollops to spread among his digits: “Don’t worry, daddy. I just want to try and make you feel as good as you did for me.”

This makes Earl’s chest swell with love and pride for his little boy. And the next moment he gasps out in surprise as the preteen calf’s fingers coat his own warm precum along his hole before gently pushing inward.

Earl huffs and puffs, his body flexing and tensing rhythmically as his son’s tiny fingers slip up further inside of his backside. It’s such a strange alien sensation, to feel those prehensile little digits dig and worm their way around inside of him, up into a place that’s always been just an exit. But the fact that it is his curious little boy, combined with pleasures unknown, cause the tall muscular bull’s cock to leak precum copiously onto his own stomach as he’s nearly folded double. Damn, he might like his ass being toyed with!

Sid’s expression is one of childish focus and seriousness, his little tongue lolling out as his eyebrows frown in concentration. His cocklet is rigid as ever, shiny slick with his own precum at the excitement of playing with his father in ways so new and unexplored. And even more so in the knowledge that his daddy truly means it when he says no part of their bodies is taboo for each other. No lewd thought too taboo to be uttered between father and son.

The little boy’s fingers worm around expectantly, but Sid seems a little disappointed when he does.

“Daddy, I can’t find your walnut! I wanna make you feel good!”

Earl utters a weird merging of a gasp and a chuckle, panting heavily as he tries to calm down from cumming too soon.

- “It’s a little deeper, bud. I’m a little larger than you, after all. It’s okay, just use your whole hand. Daddy can take it.”

Sid looks a little perplexed by the idea but eagerly pumps his daddy’s leaking cock for more ‘lubricant’ with his free hand, coating his fist outside his daddy’s suckling asshole in a thick layer of Earl’s own precum. The fully grown man squirms and puffs in discomfort yet pleasure as his twelve-year-old preteen son starts worming his whole fist up inside his ass, the adult male estimating it to be roughly the same thickness as his own cock. Is this what it would feel like to take an adult penis? Flashes of tony’s equine member run through the bull’s mind, making him blush and squeeze his son’s fist in subconscious response.

Samantha stands at the door to the kitchen, entranced by her husband in such a vulnerable position for their young son. If it were anyone else, she’s certain he would have never entertained the idea of performing such a lewd and intimate act, let alone for a male. Her hand is underneath her apron and between her legs, roughly sopping inside her wet womanhood as she enjoys the sight. Earl’s eyes find hers, and for the first time in a very long while, she sees embarrassment in them. He hasn’t been embarrassed in front of her since they were just dating.

The beautiful woman discards her apron and seats herself on the armrest next to her husband splayed open so lewdly for their young boy, digging the fingers of one of her hands deeply within her cunt still while grabbing hold of Earl’s cock with the other. If this had been a scene with Tony, she might have teased him. But since it’s for their precious boy, she simply smiles at him and masturbates her husband while their twelve-year-old son fists him.

Sid barely notices his mother’s presence, focused on his daddy’s backside fully as finally his whole fist is sucked inside to the wrist. Earl moans loudly and lewdly, completely uncontrolled which makes Sid’s little cocklet jump in happiness. His small hand encounters a hard bump in the silky slick tissue of his daddy’s anal walls, connected to his penis, and he eagerly gives it a forceful rub.

“Daddy! I found it! I found your walnut!”

Earl is blubbering out an incomprehensible string of words, his eyes crossed in overwhelming pleasure. If he had toes instead of hooves, he’s sure they would have curled. Every single touch of his son’s fingers is like a mini orgasm, his body hypersensitive for every caress deep down within previously unexplored territory. His cock is shooting out ropes of precum over his loving wife’s fingers. He’s not gonna last long.

“G-good job, bud! Daddy—ooh… Daddy feels it. J-just rub around it. Like you do with mommy’s clitty.”

Samantha is soaking the armrest of the couch, but her horniness is overriding her motherly instinct for cleanliness. She loves seeing her husband in such a compromising position, giving himself wholly to their preteen son’s whims. She nearly fists herself with one hand, she’s so excited! Digging her fingers up inside her swollen slick labia, radiating her scent and heat over her husband’s body while the other jerks off Earl’s wonderfully fat hog of a cock. The length flops back and forth, spraying droplets of precum everywhere on their bodies and the couch, adding his masculine musk to his wife’s womanly arousal.

Sid is not unaffected by his parents’ excitement and pheromones, jerking his little cocklet with one hand while the other pumps rhythmically back and forth inside his dad’s ass, rubbing the flat of his little fingers over that bulbous protrusion that seems to be getting harder with each stroke.

“Daddy. Ngh. I can feel my tingles… My tingles are coming, daddy!”
- “That’s okay, son! Daddy’s almost there. Together, alright? Yes… Yes! YES! Oooh! Ngh!”

The twelve-year-old calf cries out as his hips buck into his own fist, his eyes glued to his daddy’s cock being jerked mercilessly by his mother as she twitches and squirms onto her own hand. An arc of thick white fatherly semen jet out from Earl’s cock slit and through the air, splattering against the wallpaper and painting behind the couch. The man’s balls are drawn up tight against his body, his anus squeezing his son’s wrist like a vice grip as he roars out like a lion. Sid’s mother adds her siren song to her husband’s call as she too grinds her hips down onto her own hand, nearly pinching her own fingers off as she’s swept off her feet in the crashing waves of a repeated womanly orgasm.

Sid’s little cocklet ejaculates a few watery spurts of boyish semen all over his daddy’s churning balls, the masculine hunk of a man reduced to a blubbering mess as more and more jets of incestuous white seed spray from his cock and paint both his wife and son in his sticky fatherly juices.

Slowly, the three collapse on top of each other. Sid’s hand slips from his father’s tight ass as the bull draws up his son’s body on top of himself along with his wife. It is difficult to say where one body starts and the other ends, as the little preteen boy’s lips suckle instinctively for nourishment and finds nipples he doesn’t know whom they belong to. His twitching stiff cocklet is firmly embraced by his father’s comparatively enormous softening slab of meat, while both parents are engaged in a passionate french kiss as they draw their son closer in a tight hug. The heat of his mother’s vulva rubs eagerly against the other side of his father’s shaft, Sid’s tired fingers meeting the swollen lips and gently caressing them which elicits a wonderful shudder from Samantha’s frame.

Sid’s lips move from his father’s nipple to Earl’s mouth instead, stealing his daddy away for just a moment from his mother for a very adult and inappropriate kiss before doing the same for his mom. His eyes are fatigued, his Christmas sweater covered in bodily sex fluids as he’s the only one even wearing a stitch of clothing.

“Did I… Did I do a good job, daddy?”

Earl chuckles, offering his son another kiss and sucking on the little boy’s tongue for just a moment as his thick cock twitches against Sid’s tummy.

- “Not good at all, bud. Simply the best!”

Never had Sid grown such a wide grin on his face as he did in that very moment.