Pedophiles At Last

©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.

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Note: This is the sixth story in the sequence, following "Pedophiles at Sea," "Pedophiles at Play," "Pedophiles at Church," "Pedophiles at School," and "Pedophiles at Peace." It refers to characters and situations in the previous stories.

Is this installment of the Wilson family saga the final episode? I think so, but I thought that about the previous five stories as well! This time, several new surprises are in store for the eight-year old away at school, the eleven-year old and his mother enter an exciting new phase of their relationship, and the father discovers what his new role will be. He also meets several beautiful little girls to satisfy his lust. Both parents do a lot of soul searching and discover new aspects of their sexuality. In addition, the network gains some new members, old and young, who bring with them some very unique traits.Oh, yes, we also revisit the cruise ship.

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Part 1

Frank drove up the driveway. He'd had a rough day at the office: clients accusing him of negligence on their accounts; the boss yelling at him; even the copy machine refused to treat him with any dignity. So he was looking forward to a peaceful day at home with his loving family. From the car, he saw Mickey playing next door with Morris, the neighbor boy. He figured the neighbors must have watered their lawn because the two boys had discovered a nice big mud puddle and were now screeching hysterically splashing in it and getting totally filthy. Frank smiled. It wasn't an activity he wanted to participate in, but he was glad they'd found a way to enjoy themselves.

He hadn't slept well. Frankie and Ginnie had gotten home from Chicago the night before and insisted on taking the master bedroom. He'd thought they would have gotten all the sex they wanted in Chicago, but apparently not. So he had to sleep in the boys' room. He wouldn't have minded that so much if Mickey had been receptive to his advances, but the five-year old just wanted to go to sleep. So all in all, things hadn't been going all that well for old Frank.

Getting the book published had occupied his mind and time for several months and other things seemed to slip him by unnoticed. One of those things awaited him in the living room: the book's author, his oldest son, standing naked, being admired by his mother. "Frank, come here. Look at what Frankie has." Frank saw one thing the boy had was a proud smirk on his face. But Ginny was holding his balls for his father to inspect. "See, Honey? Frankie's got pubes!" Sure enough, as Frank bent down for a closer look, there were stray hairs on his scrotum and a few more above. "And look here, he's got underarm hair too!" The boy giggled as his parents studied his pits. "And sniff it, Frank. His sweat smells so manly. Don't you think his sweat smells manly? I do. Frankie says he's been seeing more hair each day. He wanted to show me out in Chicago, but we were too fuckin busy. I think his voice is getting lower too. Don't you think his voice is getting lower? I do. Isn't it exciting?" Ginny seemed to be as elated by the changes as Frankie himself. No, more so. "Oh, Frankie, Sweetie, I think you're getting a zit on your cheek. Oh, it's all so wonderful."

"Do you cum yet, Son?"

"Not yet, Dad. But I hope I cum soon."

Ginny gave him a big hug. "I hope so too, Frankie."

Just then the door opened and Frankie's little brother started coming in. "Hold it right there, Mickey!" yelled his father. "You'll get mud all over the house. Take off all those clothes, drop them by the door, then tiptoe up to the bathroom and get showered."

"Can Frankie shower with me?"

"Yeah, he better. His mother says he stinks." Ginny and Frank watched their two offspring head off for their bath, Frank scrutinizing the younger ass, Ginny the older. Frankie finally got impatient waiting for Mickey's tiptoe progress, grabbed him up and threw him over his shoulder and went galloping away, both boys screaming.

With all the din, the parents didn't hear the first couple rings of the telephone. Frank picked it up. "Oh, hello Major Folsom. What's wrong? Is Mark in trouble?... Oh, good. That's a relief.... Really? Well, that's good news. Ginny, Major says Mark is all caught up. He's working at grade level now.... Yes, Major?... Oh really?... What would that involve?... Well, we'll miss him of course, but of course we wouldn't want him to pass up the opportunity. Thank you, Sir." Frank hung up.

"What the fuck was that all about?" asked Ginny, who was scooping up the muddy clothes by the door.

"Well, Claviger is having homecoming next month. Apparently they usually get quite a crowd of alumni visiting for the weekend. And Major says they always choose a bunch of boys who have good grades and good merits to form a welcoming regiment. Most are in the upper school but Mark is one of the lower school cadets chosen. It's quite an honor."

"Wow! Mark has really flourished at Claviger. I'm so glad we sent him there. What will he have to do?"

"Yeah, well, apparently they escort the alums around the campus, entertain them, whatever. Folsom says these men give generously to the school and it's very important to keep them happy. He's sure Mark can do that."

"I'm sure also. Everyone loves Mark."

"But he won't be coming home that weekend. We're going to miss him. Pastor Don will miss him too."

Ginny pushed the pile of Mickey's clothes at Frank. "Here, take care of these. I'm going to check on the boys."

Frank threw the clothes in the machine, whites and darks all together, started the water, and added some detergent. Mickey came into the laundry room. "Hi, Sport. You didn't get dry completely. Your backside is still all wet." Frank took a clean towel and rubbed his little boy's ass. He could smell the shampoo in Mickey's hair. Kids fresh from their bath are so intoxicating. "Where's your brother?"

"Mom wanted me to come down and tell you to make our supper, you and me. She said she and Frankie is gonna eat later. They went in her bedroom. What we eating?"

At that moment, what Ginny was eating was a nice sized eleven-year old wiener. It was an hour and a half before they emerged from the bedroom. Frank had Mickey on his lap, both of them playing with his tiny boydick while they watched a Cosby show rerun. Mickey looked up from the TV. Frankie was naked; Ginny was wearing a housecoat which she didn't bother closing. The eleven-year old's hand was behind his mother, evidently with his fingers in her ass crease; Ginny's head was resting on her son's shoulder. Frank didn't bother looking up. "Hi, Honey. I made up two plates for you. You just need to pop them in the microwave."

"Thank you, Frank Sweetheart." And they disappeared again.

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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.