P1
“Please Junior, stop... I’m begging you...”

Bob was crying. He couldn't remember the last time he cried, but now he couldn’t stop.
After eight hours of accounting inside his cubicle, this was the last thing Bob was expecting.

He came home and took of his shoes. He heard the familiar sound of small steps running, but the view was odd.

“Why are you naked Junior? Did you just take a shower?”

The little mouse didn’t say anything, he just jumped over his father and hugged him. Bob returned the hug, but felt something was odd. Something poked his belly but he couldn't comprehend what it was until he felt something wet through the fabric. He broke the hug and held Junior away from him. A think thread of precum went from his shirt to his son’s erect penis. He looked at Junior in shock.

That’s when Junior started to struggle to free himself. Bob let his kid free. Junior launched himself headfirst into his father’s crotch.

Bob froze on his place.

“Junior! Stop!”

He didn’t like ordering his kid around, but this was going too far.

Junior ignored his dad and in two swift movements released his father’s fat cock and started to rub it.

Bob tried to push him away, but Junior managed to reach the member with his tongue. Bob was horrified to see his cock react to the tender treatment his son was providing.

The big mouse whimpered and started pleading, while he tried to push his son away without harming him.

“Junior, please, for the love of God stop! This is wrong... fuck... just stop.”

That’s when the tears started to roll.

P2
Bob was laying on his bed, eyes fixed to the ceiling.

It was hard to tell how much time had passed. After the first encounter Junior went back to normal, for a couple of days. Then he attacked again.

Bob had no idea how to handle the situation. Every time he was alone with his son, the boy would snap and start blowing him. What Bob hated the most was that he would get hard and cum, and the little pervert would lick it all clean.

Two weeks later, Bob stopped resisting. It wasn’t because he enjoyed it, it was because he had no way to stop his kid without hurting him.

Then it happened. Sylvia showed up early and saw Junior pushing his face against Bob’s heavy balls. After that she left. Bob had a hard time deciding if it was bad that she didn’t call the cops on him. Maybe it was because the kid looked so eager, or just because she never cared about them as much as she cared about her career and didn’t want to go through any kind of court case because of the time it would take.

One week had passed. Bob hadn’t missed a day of work, but he was just going through the motions. He cooked and cleaned and bought the groceries, just like before she left. Junior, on the other hand, turned for the worst. He started to attack Bob more often, two, three and even five blowjobs a day.

Bob was laying on his bed, eyes fixed to the ceiling. He knew Junior was there, he felt the boy climb the bed and massage his father’s overweight body. He felt his fly unzipped, as he started to suck on his fat cock again.

Bob groaned as he felt his cock get stiff. No matter how much he willed himself not to, his son’s skilled mouth would get him rock hard in seconds. Suddenly Junior stopped sucking. One week before Bob might have noticed, but now he just ignored it; that is until he felt what his son was doing.

Junior started to fuck himself on his father’s cock. Bob started to cry in silence while his cock fucked the tightest thing he had ever felt.

He knew he wouldn’t last very long, but what scared him even more was that even as he fucked his own son for the first time, he didn’t seem to care.

P3
Bob played with the spoon.
His older brother sipped his coffee.

“The divorce is a big change, it’s expected for Junior to act weird.”

Bob agonized on the insides. He couldn’t tell Steve the specifics. There was simply no way to tell someone that he had sex with his son without looking like a pervert.

“He is acting extremely weird. I worry about what he has... what he might do...”

Steve smiled and placed a hand on Bob’s shoulder.

“It’s going to be ok. When Martha left me, the twins went bananas, but we pulled through, and now they are cheerful and happy, probably better than ever.”

Bob stirred his coffee more. He wondered if there was something wrong with the men in his family. Both Sylvia and Martha were very independent women that valued their work over their family, and now both had left. But Martha was different, she left with her skiing instructor; but Sylvia...

“You shouldn't think about her anymore, she decided to leave you and Junior on your own.”

Bob silently thanked Steve from breaking his line of thought. He was right, all there was left for him was Junior.

“Trust me on this Bob, Junior needs you, and you need him. You have to strengthen your bond with him, and let him know that you love him unconditionally. You are the only parent he has left now, so no matter how weird he acts, support him. You will see that he will come around once he realizes that you will always be there for him.”

Bob just looked down and stirred his cold coffee a little more.

P4
“Everything will be fine.”

Of course, Bob didn’t believe that, but he had to say it out loud and hope it would come true.
The idea had been brewing his mind ever since he talked to Steve.

Maybe, he thought; maybe there was one slim hope for Junior to go back to normal. Maybe knowing that he wasn’t going to be alone, and that his dad was there for him.

Bob hugged his kid. The boy stopped the fondling and groping and hugged back.

Bob smiled a little, until Junior broke the hug and started to follow his usual pattern.

“Please Junior, stop; I love you, but I just can’t do this to you...”

The kid ignored the pleas of his father and started to blow him. The big mouse knew what was going to happen next, it was the same thing at least three times a day.

Bob sat there while Junior climbed on his lap and started to force his tight little ass against the fat cock.
Bob hated himself for getting so hard, and he hated how good it felt.
He hugged Junior again. The kid muttered three little words... “fuck me daddy.”

Bob froze. It was the first time in weeks Junior had talked to him.

He hugged his little boy tight as tears started rolling down his cheeks. Then he started to thrust slowly while repeating his mantra over and over again:

“I’m here for you my boy, daddy will always love you. Everything will be fine. Everything will be fine... everything will be fine...”

P5
Bob was exhausted.

He was too tired to think; and yet, he somehow he felt glad about it.

He had just had the most powerful orgasm ever, and if he thought about what that meant, he probably would have gone mad.

Instead, all he did was hug his son and collapse.

It was the first time in the last months that he had would manage to have a good sleep.
He was going to need it, because things were going to change for him and his kid soon.

P6
For the next couple of days things were back to normal.

Junior was back to his old self, happy and playful.

When Bob asked him about the last month, Junior would talk about some nightmares he used to have. Bob didn’t have the heart to tell the boy how real they were.

Bob made sure to spend most of his time with his son; after all, Junior was still sad about Sylvia abandoning them, especially since she wouldn’t even answer phone calls from her kid.

Now they got to play ball together, and watch sports.

For the first time in his life, Bob got to spend time with his kid, and he was learning what a sweet wonderful boy he was.

P7
“You’re hurting me daddy!”

Bob was horrified. No matter how bad the previous month had been, this was far worse.

After a couple of days of normality it started happening.
He came back home, and all of a sudden his body was not under his control.
He started panicking when he started to undress himself.
Then, he grabbed Junior and peeled his clothes off.

“What are you doing?” Asked the little boy.

“I... I can’t control myself! I can’t Junior!”

“You’re scaring me daddy....”

The poor kid didn’t stand a chance. His father was bigger, heavier and stronger.

Junior’s body however was trained for this. When daddy forced his cock down his kid’s throat Junior already knew how to handle it. He didn’t gag or choke, he knew how to breathe with his mouth so full.

When Bob shoved his cock deep inside his son, Junior didn’t scream in pain. He did scream; in horror but not in pain. Weeks of training had now allowed the massive member to fit inside him.

Unfortunately, what Junior’s body wasn’t prepared for was the thrusting. This was the first time Bob was hammering his cock in hard, deep and long strokes.

The big mouse watched in horror how as his cock was pounding into his kid with no mercy.

They both were crying.

Bob cried because he couldn’t stop hurting his boy. His body wouldn’t follow his orders, and all he could do was sob “I’m sorry... I’m sorry, I’m sorry” over and over again.

Junior cried out of fear, he didn’t know what was happening or why daddy was being so rough on him. His little mind started to wonder about his nightmares. Maybe they had been real, maybe daddy was going through the same thing.

P8
“You have to get away from me!”

That’s all Bob could say.

After they finally collapsed the previous night, Bob knew his son was not safe near him.

So, once he woke up, he was horrified to see Junior next to him. No only was the kid awake, he was hugging him.

“Junior, please.... leave!”

Bob’s arms started to roam the little kid’s body. He tried to will them off his boy, but his body was once again betraying him.

Junior was crying. He was scared and it showed, but he didn’t fight back or move.

“I’m not leaving you daddy.
I know it wasn’t a dream.
I remember all I did to you.
This is all my fault daddy and I know I have to do what you did for me.”

“What!? What are you talking about Junior? it doesn’t make sense... please please get away....”

Bob started to rub his fat fingers against his kid’s tight butt.

They both were crying again.

“I remember the last nightmare I had.
It was different, you didn’t fight me, you accepted me.
And that’s what I’m going to do for you daddy.
I’m always going to be with you.
I love you daddy.”

Bob watched as his little boy pressed muzzle up against his and kissed him.

He whimpered as one of his fingers started to force its way inside his son.

“I’m here for you daddy. I will always love you. Everything will be fine. Everything will be fine... everything will be fine...”

Bob felt the words echo in his memory and his soul while a second finger was pushing its way in.

That’s when Bob finally broke, and kissed his son back.

P9
Steve smiled.

His little bots had done the work again.

The idea had come to him after finishing the programming of the Smart-Hand for OmniTronics Orthopedics..

Using brain pulses to control a machine was groundbreaking technology, and it had helped a lot of people to go back to living normal lives.

From there he took things to the next step; after all, if a brain could control a machine, how hard it would be for a machine to control a brain.

It took him some years, but the technology was sound and his twins were the perfect test subjects, and now the three of them lived together as a very loving family.

That’s when Steve decided he should help his younger brother.

The poor guy lived for his work, and Steve didn’t think that was healthy. So he did what every concerned older brother does. He added a remote control to a control-bot, created a couple of spy-bots, and released them at his brother’s place.

He even let the twins be the ones controlling Junior. Both kids were eager to help.

But now the final phase of his plan was ready.

P10
Bob felt different, and so did Junior.

It had been a week since he stopped having the episodes, but Junior wouldn’t leave his side.

The kid had left his group of friends so he could spend time with his father instead, and Bob was loving it.

They watched movies, ate ice cream , pizza, played sports, rode together on bikes.

They did everything together.

It was a Friday night when Junior sat on his father’s lap.

Bob was worried, Junior was quiet, and felt awkward, he shoved one hand inside Bob’s shirt and started to play with his chest.

“No, Junior, please... not again... we were doing so good...”

Junior looked at him and smiled.

“I’m me daddy, but... I miss... I miss you... you know, not you, but you with me...”

Bob hugged his little boy, all he could whisper was “I miss you too my boy, and I’ll be here to give you anything you want from me, always.”

Bob kissed his son, and they both knew they would never be alone again.

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“Daddy, does this mean we can play with Junior now?”

It was one of the twins, Steve was the only one that could tell them apart.

“I want to play with uncle Bob” said the other.

The three of them watched the low quality stream video on the screen. A very pixelated Bob was blowing off his son while Junior moaned and started to beg him to stop playing around and fuck him.

“My boys, you know daddy can’t say no to you, but let’s give them a couple of weeks first, after all they are just learning how good it is to love your family.”

The twins hugged their father and started arguing whose turn was it to get fucked.