Chapter 3: Our little slice of paradise

My 14 year old paw held open the tent flap and stared directly into the sun for one blinding instant. I squinted at the light and heard a groaning from behind me. „Mmmm, Kevin… close the flap on your way out, baby….“ I silently obliged and gently pulled the zipper closed as I stepped out into the morning sun engulfing the clearing. I gazed around at the few other tents occupying the remote campsite. It looked like I was the earliest inhabitant to rise, as usual. I glanced down at my phone, which showed the time. 7:14. Alrighty then, time for a little meander before breakfast. I headed for the nearest forest path, which I knew would lead down to the lake.

Shortly after the start of our relationship, she gave me permission to call her by her first name. Mary. Such a beautiful name, I thought. I sometimes called her mom, sometimes Mary, depending on my mood and of course, the situation. We agreed that we would still be mother and son as far as the outside world was concerned, and in hindsight I don’t think our masks slipped even once. I still brought friends over, Mary still attended PTA conferences, and we still went on trips together with nobody but us the wiser. Our annual summer camping trip to the mountains was still a given, just made all the more exciting when we managed to arrive before the other campers. Setting up our tent and making out in the twilight, followed by passionate sex under the stars blew my little mind every time. Even when other families started arriving to the site, we would either do it in the tent, quiet as two naughty mice, or sneak out into the woods nearby. One night just after I had turned 12 we went skinny dipping in the nearby lake in the early hours, and as we sat snuggling on a towel afterwards, mom took out a bottle of lube from her bag with a naughty smile, then went down on all fours. I knew the drill and applied it generously to her tight asshole, then slid into her right then and there. Once we were finished, we simply jumped into the lake once more to wash away the evidence.

I was halfway to the lake now, reminiscing about the past few summers as I breathed in the morning air. The first rays of the sun glistened on the dew in the grass beside the path, on the leaves of the trees and through the thick network of branches. I took a deep breath of pure mountain air and sighed to myself. This place always rejuvenated us. Far, far from city life where we could just be ourselves and enjoy our unique, secret way of life. My ears pricked up gradually and I thought I could hear something… voices? At this hour? I stopped in my tracks as they grew louder. Yeah, definitely voices, coming from the side of the beaten path. One of them sounded very familiar. Curiosity got the better of me, and I walked into the treeline, ducking under a thick tree branch blocking my path. Now I could hear it clearer. “Oh god, baby…. Yeah, right there, right there…” I could make out who it was now, to my surprise. That was clearly the voice of Mr. Jefferson, one of the other campers. A sturdily built fennec man, who had helped me gather firewood for our campfire just the other day. Cheerful and resourceful, all of the regular campers loved him. Him and his… little boy Jim…. Who was kneeling in front of his father under a tree now and…. blowing him? My jaw hung open and I didn’t notice the dry twig I stepped on. Two shocked faces turned around to stare at me in outright horror.

It wasn’t really that I lost interest in girls my own age once mom and I became a couple, and she always said that she wouldn’t hold me back if I wanted a regular girlfriend in addition to her. It was just that… well, mom, or Mary rather, fulfilled all of my needs for love and affection. Plus, she was obviously more experienced and far curvier than a little girl would have been. The friends I had over sometimes wondered why I showed no interest in the girls in our class, and despite the white lies I told about not having the time for it due to homework, eyebrows were still raised. At age 13, when puberty had started making most of the other kids clumsily start going for each other, Robby, a pudgy mouse who awkwardly tried and failed to be the class bully, once teased me by calling me gay, but this only earned him a reprimand from the teacher. In a way, I was excited to carry this secret, be the keeper of a magical realm which only Mary and I knew about. Running home from home that day, I started on my homework but couldn’t contain my excitement. Having a naughty idea, I called Mary into my room, and she settled under the desk, blowing me with all her might as I worked on my math problems. It was that evening, after dinner, that she sat me down. “Kevin… we need to talk…” At first I grew nervous, but she ensured me that nothing was wrong. I carefully asked her what had happened.

“Y… you can’t tell anyone, Kevin! Please! My l… my life would be…. My teaching job… my… please…” Mr. Jefferson blurted out, grabbing my shoulders firmly but not violently. He was just as shocked as I was, but while I was frozen to the spot he was shaking like a leaf. I glanced down at Jim, my mouth still agape, then back at his father, now teary eyed. I wasn’t sure whether to scream, to run for help, or to do nothing. Frozen on the spot, I tried to form words but nothing came out. Suddenly, Jim spoke up. The little guy and I had had an hour long water gun fight the other day, and he was beaming with joy the whole time. Now this…. “Uh… Kevin… please listen to my dad…” Once more I looked down at him, and I noticed that his pants were halfway down, and his paw on his 10 year old penis, which was fully erect. “Dad…. Dad isn’t hurting me…. We’re just making things nice for each other. I want this, I really do.” He smiled the most precious little smile. I just couldn’t avert my eyes from his penis. I had never been into kids, not even those my own age, and definitely never into boys, but there was something about his sweet, immature little body… no… did I really feel this way? I noticed a bulge forming in my pants as Kevin got to his feet and grabbed my paw. “Please, Kevin… please don’t tell on him. I love him….”  Tears were streaming down Jim’s face now and all I could think to do was kneel down and instinctively give him a big hug. As I embraced him, I looked down the length of his back and noticed that his tail end was… wet? My cock sprang fully erect as I realized that his cute little bubble butt had been lubed up. Oh god. It had been so long since mom had wanted sex but had I really become this desperate? Or was this trait always in me? I blushed in shame for a second before my instincts took over. “Don’t worry, Kevin. I would never tell on you, but….” I looked up at Mr. Jefferson, who looked like he had just awoken from a bad dream, the expression in his face thanking the gods for the small mercy he had been granted. “May I join you?” I asked with a smile.

“Are you sure? Really?” My heart was racing a hundred miles per hour and I didn’t know what to do with my paws. I put them to my sides, to my face, just let them hang in the air. Nothing seemed to feel right. Mary nodded and pulled out the stick, showing the two blue stripes in the middle. Holy shit. “Aren’t you excited, baby?” Her radiant smile was somehow contagious, and as shocked as I was, I noticed that I was grinning as well. “Yeah but…. Really?… I’m gonna be a….” “Say it, Kevin…” “I’m gonna be a d...dad….” “That’s right, my love… you’re going to have a baby with mommy…” The joy in that moment. The absolute, utter, all encompassing joy. Of course, she made up a story for the doctors. She had met a guy in a bar during a psychologist’s conference she had been on earlier that year, and the number he had given her afterwards had turn out to go to a burner phone. Very tragic, but it happens. I laughed to myself as she told me about this little fib. Later on in the pregnancy, I laughed and cried with joy when the ultrasound revealed that she was carrying a little girl. My daughter. My sister. My child, waiting to be born, under strange circumstances but with all of the love in the world waiting for her.

Jim went down on all fours after taking his pants off. His father held the little boy’s buttcheeks wide open, showing off his hole for me. It was lubed up and seemed a little too wide to not have been made love to before. It was unfamiliar to me to not see a slit between the legs, but rather a tiny penis which Jim was holding in a firm grip. “Mmmmm it’s ok Kevin… go for it. I like you, I always have…” the child said. I knelt down on my knees behind my young friend, blushing with shame and excitement. In a moment of doubt, I looked at his father. He nodded. “It’s ok, Kevin. Back when we started, we had to train with buttplugs to widen it so that it wouldn’t hurt… but it’s fine now, it really is. He won’t feel any pain.” “Oh… ok then” I stammered out. Guiding my penis near the little hole, I saw just how rock hard I was. I sighed and just accepted it. I was into kids, just like…. Just like my mom was, I suppose. And I suppose that just like me, Kevin was consenting to everything that happened to him. I hoped the gods would understand, and then I pushed into him. 

“Ooooooh” he moaned out in pleasure. “Yeah… fuck me, Kevin…” Damn, who had taught him such dirty words? As I pushed in further, his tiny sphincter clamped shut, like a vice. My eyes rolled back in ecstasy. “FF...fuuuck…” Dared I push in further? Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. I was inside him fully, and he moaned again, louder this time. “Yyyyeah….” His father ruffled his little head. “You like that, Jim? You like Kevin’s dick inside you?” “Y… yes dad…. It’s amazing… almost as big as yours… mmmm”. Mr. Jefferson knelt down on the other side of his little boy, and Jim, knowing what to do, opened his mouth to receive his father’s huge cock. I was moving back and forth inside the child at this point, his cute little tail wagging as I penetrated him. Suddenly, his moans grew louder and louder, until he cried out, muffled by his father’s penis blocking the sound. I noticed a pool of semen forming underneath his tiny penis. I couldn’t help myself, and started pounding him harder and harder. I looked up into his father’s eyes which had a naughty glint to them. We gave one another a high five before continuing. It wasn’t long before Mr. Jefferson reached his own climax, his muscular body shaking as he filled his boy’s tight mouth with his semen. He pulled out, strands of semen hanging from his shaft to Jim’s mouth, then collapsed in the grass, still observing his son getting sodomized by my cock. “ooooh Kevin…. Kevin….. I think I l… love you Kevin…” Jim managed after swallowing his father’s load. I felt a pang of excitement at this adorable declaration, and noticed that I was close. Sure enough, a few seconds later my balls erupted, and filled Jim’s little anal cavity with my seed. I stayed inside him for a minute, not wanting to let go of the tightness and heat, before I pulled out. Jim lay down on the ground, still jerking his little penis, and soon shot out a final load of semen. Curious, I leaned in and put his now flaccid penis in my mouth. God, so tiny… but it sure tasted alright…. I licked off all of the semen from my tiny lover, and swallowed it. Huh, not too bad honestly.

Jim and his father walked off to the lake to wash off, the little boy a bit more unsteadily than his father, and I headed back to the campsite. Breakfast had already been set up, and the few families of our little paradise were getting seated, some of the children still running around, chasing each other or playing made up games. As I sat down next to a little marten girl and her mother, the girl just having managed to put down the kite she was flying moments ago, I found myself wondering how many of the children attending were having fun with their parents in secret. Lost in thought, I didn’t notice when Mary sat down next to me. Five months pregnant now, she was too tired to have sex with me at all, but with her huge belly she looked like the sacred mother of all of creation in my eyes. I smiled at my love and she smiled back, before putting my paw on her, near her navel. Thump. Thump. “Can you feel it, Kevin? She’s kicking.”