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", "writing": "Arthur Problems\n\nThis story contains masturbation, aardvarks (anthropomorphic at that),\noversize genitalia; self-sucking and incestual thoughts.\n\nArthur awoke in a sweat causing Pal to haphazardly get up from his spot\non his owner's bed and stare at the boy. The aardvark reached for his\neyeglasses on the nightstand next to his bed. He did not bother to turn\nthe light on, as he was not going to stay awake that long if the\nprevious week had been any indication.\n\n\"Just a little simple chemistry experiment, nothing can go wrong at all\nArthur,\" Arthur groused as he got out of bed after throwing the covers\noff of his lower body; accidentally covering his dog Pal in the process\nwho protested with a muffled bark. \"sorry, Pal.\" Arthur said before\npulling the covers off of the small dog.\n\nArthur knew Pal sensed his master's frustration as he was scratched\nbehind an ear before the boy left his bedroom.\n\nArthur's reason for going to the toilet was between his legs, an issue\nhe at eight years old had to deal with because of a science experiment\ngone wrong. Alan, known as \"The Brain\" for his intellect and being the\nsmartest boy in Arthur's third-grade class had offered his friend a\nconcoction.\n\nBrain, as he was also known, was trying to process his latest obsession\nby using chemistry to sort out his feelings. Arthur when stressed just\nplayed more video-games or ran around outside with his friends. Brain\nwhen stressed gave himself extra study assignments, this latest one\nclaiming Arthur as a victim.\n\nArthur's muffled footsteps tread softly down the hallway; his bedroom\nslippers he had slipped into serving their purpose well as he walked to\nthe toilet. Shutting the door and making it a point to lock it, though\nhis dad had told him the lock was a little iffy and he would fix\nit-right after a big catering job was finished for a certain used-car\ndealership owner.\n\nArthur volunteered but his father told him in no uncertain terms was he\nto attempt -any- repairs without adult supervision. Arthur relented and\ninstead called up Buster to go biking, an activity that was becoming\nmore difficult as Arthur's problem grew out of hand in his pants as he\nspied a couple of older girls hanging out in the park.\n\nThankfully he managed to adjust himself in such a way that he finished\nthe bike ride without Buster being any wiser or anyone else for that\nmatter. But now, now he was in the bathroom at home dealing with\nsomething he had been too embarrassed to seek help from Brain about or a\ndoctor.\n\nHis boyhood, honestly manhood now, was adult-sized and had two large\ntesticles that actively produced sperm now; (he had a microscope and\nchecked out part of one of his loads out of curiosity) when combined\nwith his now very productive prostate it all gave him a \"package\" that\nwould make a -lot- of people envious.\n\nArthur was not all that thrilled about these physical developments. He\nwanted to remain a kid, a child, not a very easily aroused eight year\nold! It was frustrating, but it also felt good so there was that upside.\nWhenever he released the pressure built up after his daily struggles\nwith trying to not find the girls his age and older females attractive\nin arousing ways.\n\nThe aardvark dropped his pajama bottoms around his ankles and sat on the\ntoilet lid. Flicking his slippers off his feet he relaxed himself a bit\nas he looked down between his legs at his problem; the large, almost as\nthick as fist when flaccid, and just a bit over thirteen inches when\nerect, cock that was semi-erect with his plum-sized orbs throbbing\nwithin his scrotum.\n\nEverything was good to go as far as his sexual organs and the boy sighed\nas he started to fondle himself. He had only started to masturbate two\nweeks ago, just as his arousal and male parts started to grow. He\nstarted slow, cupping his scrotum and gripping the bottom of his quickly\nhardening pillar.\n\nThe tip became exposed as he peeled back his foreskin and revealed the\nlarge, quickly darkening, tip. He stifled a groan as his testicles\nthrobbed in tandem with other lower body muscles to produce a stream of\nsemen that leaped out of the tip of his cock to splash on his stroking\nhands.\n\nArthur quickly got to work, knowing what to do to speed things along so\nhe could go back to bed; working the shaft with both his hands he began\nto stroke himself, using alternating strokes, with one hand sliding\ndownwards while the other slid up over his sensitive flesh.\n\nHe was really getting into it when he heard footsteps on the hallway's\nwooden floor and panicked. The bathroom door lock was likely going to\nfail, and he had no way of hiding himself properly. Arthur quickly\ntugged up his pajama bottoms, not remotely capable of covering himself\nwith them, and held them up with his cock pointed straight up out of the\ntop of them pressed against his pajama top.\n\nHe quickly hit the light-switch and hopped into the tub and drew the\nshower curtain just enough to hide himself as he settled into the tub on\nhis rear and tried to calm his breathing. The door to the toilet opened\nand in came his mother Jane.\n\nThe sleepy eyed woman quickly dropped her own pajama bottoms as she hit\nthe light switch and flipped up the toilet lid in a practiced motion.\nAll of which would have revealed her pert ass and large hairy bush to\nher son if he had been looking before she settled in on the toilet to pee.\n\nArthur struggled not to find his mother peeing arousing. He had never\neven considered her anything but his mom, his feelings for her purely\npaternal in nature. But the sound of a female's urine hitting the toilet\nbowl water made his cock throb and grow even harder.\n\nArthur decided to stroke himself a bit more, getting himself inreasingly\naroused bit by bit as he listened to his mother pee. Jane for the most\npart was sleepily going over numbers in her head, accounting was a\nfull-time job in her mind along with being a wife and mother.\n\nThe wife part was pretty easy, since David was no slouch in the sack and\npretty decent as far as family duties. She had plenty of reasons to keep\nthe household neat when not working and had worked things out as far as\nraising their children pretty well.\n\nThey both had agreed to each take the majority responsibility in one\nchild each; David was harder on Arthur when he messed up and Jane mostly\navoided calling D.W. by her full-name in her authoritative, take no\nprisoners, or backtalk, tone by letting her pester her eldest child, Arthur.\n\nKate? Kate was not an accident, but she certainly was not fully planned\nout and as a result due to her age a shared responsibility among the\nentire family; with Jane mostly caring for her while she worked out of\nthe house. Sure Jane had been bothering David a lot that year leading up\nto her youngest child's birth for more sex than usual; with her being\nthe aggressor and her hubby swearing she had part bear in her somewhere.\n\nStill they were fond memories of sweet, firm (aggressive) lovemaking\nthat got her fingers gently stroking over her clit. She pulled her hand\naway and checked the wall clock in the bathroom. It was a little after\nthree thirty in the morning. Plenty of time to rub one out as the boys\nwould say.\n\nArthur sat in the tub, wondering why his mother had not flushed and\nwashed her hands before leaving him alone to finish jerking himself off\nwhen he caught a breathy gasp come from his mother that he had never\nheard before. The slight cooing noises and soft panting continued for a\nbit as Arthur's heart slowed to a crawl.\n\nHis mother was masturbating! She was rubbing herself raw a foot away\nfrom him and all it did was make his cock even -harder-!\n\nJane cupped one of her breasts, if she had the time she would have\nstripped off her top and played with her nipples, while her right hand's\nfingers stroked her clit between rubs of her pussy lips. Her breathing\nincreased as she gently used the skin of the hood of her clit to\nstimulate the pearl-sized organ. Flicking her finger back and forth\nbefore letting herself cool-down and then starting the process all over\nagain.\n\nArthur knew his glasses would have steamed up if the AC was just a bit\nhigher in the house. He was finding it harder to control his urge to\njerk off when his cock tip bumped his nose as he leaned over. Desperate\nto cum, and not caring if it was gross, he took his own tip into his\nmouth and discovered a world of sensation like no other.\n\nHe quickly fought off a groan before diving down on his cock, swirling\nhis tongue all about while stroking his shaft with one hand and bouncing\nhis balls around with the other. The arousal he felt listening to his\nmother get herself off was immense and soon his seminal fluid started to\nleak steadily into his own mouth.\n\nJane was entirely unaware of her son jerking it to the sounds of her\nrubbing herself raw and had no reason to stifle herself all that much.\nShe still was alone in the toilet, she thought, so she started gasping\nlouder as she neared her peak without easing off.\n\nArthur sucked and lapped at his tip, puckering his lips to suck hard\nwhich caused his mouth to suddenly flood with cum as a familiar feeling\novertook him that had started in his groin and worked its way through\nhis abdomen and back down to his scrotum again. Swallowing multiple\ntimes to contain his mess, Arthur heard his mother release a breathy\ngroan as she also came.\n\nSagging against the back of the toilet, Jane flushed it before wiping\nherself off and washing her hands in the sink. She was about to leave\nwhen she spotted Arthur's slippers sitting on the bathroom rug.\n\n\"He must left them after taking a pee.\" Jane said aloud as she dried her\nhands. Her cleaning instincts kicking in she picked them up and opened\nthe door to leave, by some quirk not shutting it all the way as she was\nfocused on returning the slippers to her son's room.\n\nArthur peered from behind the curtain and quickly ninja walked out of\nthe toilet. His brain was on fire, a plan in effect before he\nconsciously knew he had one. He power ninja walked down the steps using\nthe heels of his feet, the house if only a tiny bit older, would have\ngiven him away with the carpeted wooden steps creaking at each footfall.\n\nBut luck was on Arthur's side as he closed in on the kitchen and quickly\nset about getting a simple, ordinary, glass of milk. Settling into a\nchair at the kitchen table. He attempted his best impression of being\ndrowsy, which was easy given the awesome orgasm he had just had, and\ndrank some milk to wash away the taste of his own semen; something he\nwould think about later on.\n\nJane shortly thereafter came downstairs to find her son enjoying a glass\nof milk in the kitchen. After finding his room empty save for Pal who\nwas sleeping easily on her son's bed, she had correctly reasoned he was\ngetting something to drink.\n\n\"Finish up and go back to bed.\" she said firmly. \"You know I do not like\nit when I have to give you -the treatment- when you do not get enough\nsleep.\" Jane ominously added as she turned to go back upstairs. \"Oh,\"\nshe said mid-step out of the kitchen and turned to speak to her son\nagain. \"you spilled some milk on your pajama top. Throw it in the hamper\non your way back to bed and I will take care of it with the laundry.\"\n\nArthur was about to say he did not spill any milk when he realized the\nstains on the front of his pajama top were from his cum squirting out\naround the seal of his lips he had made around his own cock when\nlistening to his mother pee. Memories of which threatened to cause him\nto grow erect again but he simply said, \"Yes mom.\" and went back to\ndrinking his glass of milk.\n\nLater having disturbed Pal again to get into bed, Arthur lay awake\nthinking about what had happened. Pal gave an annoyed soft bark at being\ndisturbed during a dream of Dog-Arthur fetching sticks thrown by a\nhumanoid version of Pal, and giving Dog-Arthur belly rubs for being a\ngood boy before returning to sleep once more.\n\nThe aardvark boy sighed before removing his glasses, now top-less, and\ngoing to sleep. He was sure he had forgotten something. But that\nsomething could wait till later as he yawned and let sleep take him.\n\nThe rude awakening he got the next morning after not waking up on time\ncame via “The Treatment”: a warm washcloth to the face held by his\nmother, who rubbed the sleep out of his eyes while holding him down by\nhis chest to keep him from thrashing about.\n\n“MOM!” Arthur groggily shouted as Jane giggled mischievously as she\nwashed her son's face.\n\n“Get out of bed on time and I don't have to do that.” Jane giggled\nbefore leaving to return the washcloth to the bathroom.\n\nFor once, Arthur was glad he did not have morning wood as he got out of\nbed to face the day and hopefully avoid having to -take care of himself-\nduring lunch in the boy's toilet at school.\n\nThe End", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Arthur Problems

This story contains masturbation, aardvarks (anthropomorphic at that),
oversize genitalia; self-sucking and incestual thoughts.

Arthur awoke in a sweat causing Pal to haphazardly get up from his spot
on his owner's bed and stare at the boy. The aardvark reached for his
eyeglasses on the nightstand next to his bed. He did not bother to turn
the light on, as he was not going to stay awake that long if the
previous week had been any indication.

"Just a little simple chemistry experiment, nothing can go wrong at all
Arthur," Arthur groused as he got out of bed after throwing the covers
off of his lower body; accidentally covering his dog Pal in the process
who protested with a muffled bark. "sorry, Pal." Arthur said before
pulling the covers off of the small dog.

Arthur knew Pal sensed his master's frustration as he was scratched
behind an ear before the boy left his bedroom.

Arthur's reason for going to the toilet was between his legs, an issue
he at eight years old had to deal with because of a science experiment
gone wrong. Alan, known as "The Brain" for his intellect and being the
smartest boy in Arthur's third-grade class had offered his friend a
concoction.

Brain, as he was also known, was trying to process his latest obsession
by using chemistry to sort out his feelings. Arthur when stressed just
played more video-games or ran around outside with his friends. Brain
when stressed gave himself extra study assignments, this latest one
claiming Arthur as a victim.

Arthur's muffled footsteps tread softly down the hallway; his bedroom
slippers he had slipped into serving their purpose well as he walked to
the toilet. Shutting the door and making it a point to lock it, though
his dad had told him the lock was a little iffy and he would fix
it-right after a big catering job was finished for a certain used-car
dealership owner.

Arthur volunteered but his father told him in no uncertain terms was he
to attempt -any- repairs without adult supervision. Arthur relented and
instead called up Buster to go biking, an activity that was becoming
more difficult as Arthur's problem grew out of hand in his pants as he
spied a couple of older girls hanging out in the park.

Thankfully he managed to adjust himself in such a way that he finished
the bike ride without Buster being any wiser or anyone else for that
matter. But now, now he was in the bathroom at home dealing with
something he had been too embarrassed to seek help from Brain about or a
doctor.

His boyhood, honestly manhood now, was adult-sized and had two large
testicles that actively produced sperm now; (he had a microscope and
checked out part of one of his loads out of curiosity) when combined
with his now very productive prostate it all gave him a "package" that
would make a -lot- of people envious.

Arthur was not all that thrilled about these physical developments. He
wanted to remain a kid, a child, not a very easily aroused eight year
old! It was frustrating, but it also felt good so there was that upside.
Whenever he released the pressure built up after his daily struggles
with trying to not find the girls his age and older females attractive
in arousing ways.

The aardvark dropped his pajama bottoms around his ankles and sat on the
toilet lid. Flicking his slippers off his feet he relaxed himself a bit
as he looked down between his legs at his problem; the large, almost as
thick as fist when flaccid, and just a bit over thirteen inches when
erect, cock that was semi-erect with his plum-sized orbs throbbing
within his scrotum.

Everything was good to go as far as his sexual organs and the boy sighed
as he started to fondle himself. He had only started to masturbate two
weeks ago, just as his arousal and male parts started to grow. He
started slow, cupping his scrotum and gripping the bottom of his quickly
hardening pillar.

The tip became exposed as he peeled back his foreskin and revealed the
large, quickly darkening, tip. He stifled a groan as his testicles
throbbed in tandem with other lower body muscles to produce a stream of
semen that leaped out of the tip of his cock to splash on his stroking
hands.

Arthur quickly got to work, knowing what to do to speed things along so
he could go back to bed; working the shaft with both his hands he began
to stroke himself, using alternating strokes, with one hand sliding
downwards while the other slid up over his sensitive flesh.

He was really getting into it when he heard footsteps on the hallway's
wooden floor and panicked. The bathroom door lock was likely going to
fail, and he had no way of hiding himself properly. Arthur quickly
tugged up his pajama bottoms, not remotely capable of covering himself
with them, and held them up with his cock pointed straight up out of the
top of them pressed against his pajama top.

He quickly hit the light-switch and hopped into the tub and drew the
shower curtain just enough to hide himself as he settled into the tub on
his rear and tried to calm his breathing. The door to the toilet opened
and in came his mother Jane.

The sleepy eyed woman quickly dropped her own pajama bottoms as she hit
the light switch and flipped up the toilet lid in a practiced motion.
All of which would have revealed her pert ass and large hairy bush to
her son if he had been looking before she settled in on the toilet to pee.

Arthur struggled not to find his mother peeing arousing. He had never
even considered her anything but his mom, his feelings for her purely
paternal in nature. But the sound of a female's urine hitting the toilet
bowl water made his cock throb and grow even harder.

Arthur decided to stroke himself a bit more, getting himself inreasingly
aroused bit by bit as he listened to his mother pee. Jane for the most
part was sleepily going over numbers in her head, accounting was a
full-time job in her mind along with being a wife and mother.

The wife part was pretty easy, since David was no slouch in the sack and
pretty decent as far as family duties. She had plenty of reasons to keep
the household neat when not working and had worked things out as far as
raising their children pretty well.

They both had agreed to each take the majority responsibility in one
child each; David was harder on Arthur when he messed up and Jane mostly
avoided calling D.W. by her full-name in her authoritative, take no
prisoners, or backtalk, tone by letting her pester her eldest child, Arthur.

Kate? Kate was not an accident, but she certainly was not fully planned
out and as a result due to her age a shared responsibility among the
entire family; with Jane mostly caring for her while she worked out of
the house. Sure Jane had been bothering David a lot that year leading up
to her youngest child's birth for more sex than usual; with her being
the aggressor and her hubby swearing she had part bear in her somewhere.

Still they were fond memories of sweet, firm (aggressive) lovemaking
that got her fingers gently stroking over her clit. She pulled her hand
away and checked the wall clock in the bathroom. It was a little after
three thirty in the morning. Plenty of time to rub one out as the boys
would say.

Arthur sat in the tub, wondering why his mother had not flushed and
washed her hands before leaving him alone to finish jerking himself off
when he caught a breathy gasp come from his mother that he had never
heard before. The slight cooing noises and soft panting continued for a
bit as Arthur's heart slowed to a crawl.

His mother was masturbating! She was rubbing herself raw a foot away
from him and all it did was make his cock even -harder-!

Jane cupped one of her breasts, if she had the time she would have
stripped off her top and played with her nipples, while her right hand's
fingers stroked her clit between rubs of her pussy lips. Her breathing
increased as she gently used the skin of the hood of her clit to
stimulate the pearl-sized organ. Flicking her finger back and forth
before letting herself cool-down and then starting the process all over
again.

Arthur knew his glasses would have steamed up if the AC was just a bit
higher in the house. He was finding it harder to control his urge to
jerk off when his cock tip bumped his nose as he leaned over. Desperate
to cum, and not caring if it was gross, he took his own tip into his
mouth and discovered a world of sensation like no other.

He quickly fought off a groan before diving down on his cock, swirling
his tongue all about while stroking his shaft with one hand and bouncing
his balls around with the other. The arousal he felt listening to his
mother get herself off was immense and soon his seminal fluid started to
leak steadily into his own mouth.

Jane was entirely unaware of her son jerking it to the sounds of her
rubbing herself raw and had no reason to stifle herself all that much.
She still was alone in the toilet, she thought, so she started gasping
louder as she neared her peak without easing off.

Arthur sucked and lapped at his tip, puckering his lips to suck hard
which caused his mouth to suddenly flood with cum as a familiar feeling
overtook him that had started in his groin and worked its way through
his abdomen and back down to his scrotum again. Swallowing multiple
times to contain his mess, Arthur heard his mother release a breathy
groan as she also came.

Sagging against the back of the toilet, Jane flushed it before wiping
herself off and washing her hands in the sink. She was about to leave
when she spotted Arthur's slippers sitting on the bathroom rug.

"He must left them after taking a pee." Jane said aloud as she dried her
hands. Her cleaning instincts kicking in she picked them up and opened
the door to leave, by some quirk not shutting it all the way as she was
focused on returning the slippers to her son's room.

Arthur peered from behind the curtain and quickly ninja walked out of
the toilet. His brain was on fire, a plan in effect before he
consciously knew he had one. He power ninja walked down the steps using
the heels of his feet, the house if only a tiny bit older, would have
given him away with the carpeted wooden steps creaking at each footfall.

But luck was on Arthur's side as he closed in on the kitchen and quickly
set about getting a simple, ordinary, glass of milk. Settling into a
chair at the kitchen table. He attempted his best impression of being
drowsy, which was easy given the awesome orgasm he had just had, and
drank some milk to wash away the taste of his own semen; something he
would think about later on.

Jane shortly thereafter came downstairs to find her son enjoying a glass
of milk in the kitchen. After finding his room empty save for Pal who
was sleeping easily on her son's bed, she had correctly reasoned he was
getting something to drink.

"Finish up and go back to bed." she said firmly. "You know I do not like
it when I have to give you -the treatment- when you do not get enough
sleep." Jane ominously added as she turned to go back upstairs. "Oh,"
she said mid-step out of the kitchen and turned to speak to her son
again. "you spilled some milk on your pajama top. Throw it in the hamper
on your way back to bed and I will take care of it with the laundry."

Arthur was about to say he did not spill any milk when he realized the
stains on the front of his pajama top were from his cum squirting out
around the seal of his lips he had made around his own cock when
listening to his mother pee. Memories of which threatened to cause him
to grow erect again but he simply said, "Yes mom." and went back to
drinking his glass of milk.

Later having disturbed Pal again to get into bed, Arthur lay awake
thinking about what had happened. Pal gave an annoyed soft bark at being
disturbed during a dream of Dog-Arthur fetching sticks thrown by a
humanoid version of Pal, and giving Dog-Arthur belly rubs for being a
good boy before returning to sleep once more.

The aardvark boy sighed before removing his glasses, now top-less, and
going to sleep. He was sure he had forgotten something. But that
something could wait till later as he yawned and let sleep take him.

The rude awakening he got the next morning after not waking up on time
came via “The Treatment”: a warm washcloth to the face held by his
mother, who rubbed the sleep out of his eyes while holding him down by
his chest to keep him from thrashing about.

“MOM!” Arthur groggily shouted as Jane giggled mischievously as she
washed her son's face.

“Get out of bed on time and I don't have to do that.” Jane giggled
before leaving to return the washcloth to the bathroom.

For once, Arthur was glad he did not have morning wood as he got out of
bed to face the day and hopefully avoid having to -take care of himself-
during lunch in the boy's toilet at school.

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