5-Year-Old-Fievel In, Naughty Words And Punishment.

WARNING. Scat and Watersports.
Underage sex.

Characters. Poppa Mousekewitz. Fievel Mousekewitz.

Fievel sat waiting for dinner time, as he knew it was the only time he would be allowed to leave his room, until tomorrow. Fievel began fidgeting some, as he sat on his bed.

“Can I come in?” asked poppa.

“I guess so.” said Fievel.
Poppa came in, and then sat aside of his son. Fievel looked up at poppa. He wasn’t sure what poppa was going to say. Fievel had used the (F) word more than once, and now poppa wanted to have a talk with him.

“So you like to use the (F) word?” asked poppa.

“I was just mad.” said Fievel.

“That’s no excuse, that’s not a word a little boy should be using.” said poppa.

“But I had to go to the bathroom.” said Fievel.

“Yes I know, as you went on the floor of the quiet room.” said poppa.

“I couldn’t hold it poppa.” said Fievel.

“Shhhh, calm down son.” poppa winked.

“Does this mean I am not in trouble any longer?” asked Fievel.

“No you are still in trouble, I will be giving you some punishment personally.” said poppa.

“But what are you going to do to me?” asked Fievel.

“Come and sit on poppa’s lap.” said poppa.

“Yeah okay poppa.” said Fievel.
Fievel sat on his poppa’s lap. Poppa had all his clothes on, and so did Fievel. Little did Fievel know, they wouldn’t be fully clothed for real long.

Poppa placed his arms around his son, as Fievel gripped poppa.
They stayed that way for a period of time, until finally someone opened their mouth to say something.

“So you want to learn about that word you used?” asked poppa.

“I don’t understand poppa.”

“Oh Fievel, it’s a sex lesson, don’t know if you’ll like it though.” said poppa.

“What is that?” asked Fievel.

“What, a sex lesson?” asked poppa.

“Yeah.” said Fievel.

“You will see my young son.” said poppa.

“What do it do then?” asked Fievel.

“First you will have to take off all your clothes.” said poppa.

“But then I would be naked.” said Fievel.

“I brought you home that way.” said poppa.

“Yeah I guess you did.” said Fievel.
Poppa had actually let Fievel in his room until 5, and momma was home from her job. Poppa left work early, as he needed to take care of his boy.

Fievel had to pee again, and his bladder hurt him some, but he still stripped in front of poppa. Poppa also stripped off his clothes, as he has his boy sit on his lap again.

“Stop that poppa.” said Fievel, as his poppa was fondling his little peen.

“Why, nervous?” asked poppa.

“A little.” answered Fievel.

“Try to calm down, I will not hurt you son.” said poppa.

“Poppa, I have to pee.” said Fievel.

“So do I, I might pee on you.” said poppa.

“Why?” asked Fievel.

“So many questions.” said poppa, “you might like it.” said poppa.

“Well I do like peeing on myself.” said Fievel.
Fievel kind of quivered some, poppa fiddling with Fievel’s little peen, as Fievel did like this. He was just a bit nervous, having his poppa playing with his peen.

“Must you pee now at all?” asked poppa.

“Yeah but I am on your lap, facing you.” said Fievel.

“And your point is?” asked poppa.

“If I pee, I’ll pee on you.” said Fievel.

“I don’t care son, pee on me some.” said poppa.

“But we’ll also get my bed wet.” said Fievel.

“Then we do.” said poppa.

“Are you going to pee too?” asked Fievel.

“Yeah I am… and will pee all over myself.” said poppa.
Fievel without any words, grabbed his poppa’s penis, and then tried to point it somewhat toward himself. He was trying to have his poppa pee on him. “You want me to pee on you?” asked poppa.

“Yes poppa.” answered Fievel. Fievel had a large smile on his face, as he moaned slightly trying to allow some pee to escape his body.
Fievel’s pee made a tiny water fountain, as he let some go. He moaned and then looked at poppa.

Fievel began acting very bashful, he blushed like he had when Mrs. Smith, caught him in the middle of pooping. He tried to hide it, but poppa noticed anyways, as he himself let himself pee a little, onto his son.

“Oh poppa, that feels good.” said Fievel.

“Likewise, pee on me some more, or empty your bladder if you wish.” said poppa.

“Can I really?” asked Fievel.

“Yes you may.” said poppa.
Fievel pointed his poppa’s penis to go on himself, whenever poppa peed. Poppa directed Fievel’s to go more on Fievel for some reason. Fievel smiled, began to pee, and let his bladder empty.

Most their pee going mostly just Fievel, as poppa realized midstream his boy wasn’t pressing to stop at all, as he himself found himself peeing all over his boy.

Fievel felt all the warm yellow pee going all over his body, and even caught intentionally, some of the pee… and then swallowed it. wow He thought, this feels so good. he continued in thought.

Some of their pee was mixing, even over Fievel’s mouth at one time one of them times he had it opened, and his eyes closed to protect his eyes.

Warm and salty, and Fievel liked the idea that it was both their pee mixed, as Fievel was sitting on his poppa’s leg, his legs in poppa’s inner legs… back leaning against poppa’s arm.

It would take little effort to moved just a little, and then slide his large crotch into his boy’s anus. Poppa would be out of the swear jar fast, giving it back to Fievel if momma found out. Or so he thought. She knew what he was doing, she knew well.
Momma and Tanya had been playing with each other’s vaginas since Tanya was five, and even though Yasha is only one-year-old… and they get her involved.

So momma would never really say anything carefully, as they kept this from each other, unknowing that either of them knew about it.
On top of that, they’ve actually watched it, and masturbated watching it as momma was standing at the door.

They were lying about it, without words, as momma stood at Fievel’s door, looking through the opened crack, peeing in her panties. She was rubbing herself with her paw, watching Fievel and poppa playing naked.

She watched them both opening up, and just peeing their bladders onto each other, getting Fievel’s things wet with their pee. They were nearly just placed back on the bed, because of another time they’d gotten soaked with pee.

Fievel’s top cover use to be a bright white, but was yellowish with pee stains which didn’t come out, from being peed on so many times, dried, then peed on again.

Sometimes they just hung it up, and this caused some permanent stains on it. But then there was also brown spots, which was poop stains which seemed to stay no matter how many times you wash it. She knew they would probably poop yet.

The swear jar did empty from time to time anyways, as Fievel earned it. But lets get back to this story. Fievel and poppa moved their streams about some, as they finished emptying their bladders.

“I’m not in trouble anymore, am I poppa?” said Fievel.

“Must you do any pooping?, and no, you are at school though.” said poppa.

“Are what at school?” asked Fievel.

“You will be punished at school, as I believe you will do your school work from there.” said poppa.

“Oh. “Fievel paused a moment, “what if I do have to poop?” asked Fievel.

“Want to poop out some for poppa?” he asked Fievel.

“But I would poop between your legs.” said Fievel.

“I do not mind, I am going to lean back, and then poop too.” said poppa.

“But then what?” asked Fievel.

“I just might slide my penis into your anus son.” said poppa.
Fievel smiled, he liked the idea that his poppa would stick his penis into his naughty hole. Fievel knew the word ass, but rarely used it.

Poppa was pooping all over Fievel’s bed, as Fievel smelled it.
Realizing poppa was already pooping, Fievel’s pressed hard, allowing his poop to slide from his anus.

Fievel moaned as he pooped a mess between poppa’s legs. Poppa seemed not to mind, as Fievel felt poppa move around a little.
Poppa managed to press his penis at Fievel’s little hole. Poppa was pretty big down there, but Fievel took it well.

Fievel moaned in some pain, but also felt a bit of pleasure from it as well. His penis wasn’t very hard before, but now, Fievel had a strong erection, and poppa began pawing him off.

Momma was standing looking through the crack of the opened door, rubbing her vagina, going into orgasm, watching poppa and Fievel. She would cream female cum if she kept it up.

Fievel moaned as poppa pressed his penis deep into his anus, Fievel actually liking poppa’s penis in him. Fievel moaned as he was looking at poppa.

Poppa moved his penis out a little, then back in. Fievel felt less pain, the more poppa moved his penis in and out of him, the less of it he seemed to feel.

The pain was replaced by one of pleasure, as his body was enjoying this immensely. Fievel felt the feeling begin to grow in his body, as this was quite arousing.

As a matter a fact, this was arousing to all three of them, as momma continued masturbating with her paw. She went into orgasm, strongly as she watched her son and husband.

Fievel was moaning constantly as poppa moved his penis. Poppa also moved his paw over his boy’s shaft, as Fievel moaned.
Fievel’s body was able to squirt semen already, and loved the feel of losing a good load of it.

Poppa moved his penis in and out of Fievel’s anus, Fievel moaning and feeling like cum could somehow spit from his anus. It would too, but it would be his poppa’s cum.

Fievel moaned and then tried to say something to his poppa.
Fievel’s body was quivering in orgasm, as he tried to hold back… his penis spat hard, onto himself.

Poppa moaned as he himself felt semen leaving his body, and into his son’s anus. Fievel moaned as he felt his semen spit a second time. Poppa also spat his second time, moaning knowing it would soon spray back out of Fievel’s anus.

Poppa’s third and fourth squirt felt nearly like his first, poppa’s semen now squirting back out of Fievel’s anus. Fievel moaned as he spat his all over himself.

Fievel watched his front side getting white, as he spat more and more. He was at ten times, when poppa pulled his penis out of his anus, and then spat all over Fievel’s front, semen leaking from Fievel’s anus, as he did.

Fievel smiled as he placed a paw in their mess, their semen mixing as they both continued cuming. Fievel got up to fifteen times, and was still spitting his cum.

Poppa had spat that many times too, as he spat a sixteenth and seventeenth time… spitting all over his boy’s front side.
Fievel liked it a lot, as he tasted some of the mixed up semen on his paw… spitting a total of nineteen times now.

Momma was standing rubbing herself, female cum was soaked in her panties, and dripping on the floor, on top of her pee. She’d probably poop in them next time, as she rather enjoyed that.

Fievel and poppa got un to over twenty times, cuming on Fievel so much, that they were both making a puddle on Fievel’s bed.
Fievel minded not at all, as his semen squirt from his body.

Fievel’s body somehow continued squirting semen. Same with poppa’s body, as he squirt all over his son. His son liking being came on.

They finally finished after thirty spits, Fievel had a lot of cum on his front side, as they both spat all over Fievel. There was a puddle at momma’s foot-paws, female cum on top of piss.

She snuck away and cleaned herself up. Fievel and poppa did the same, as they took a quick shower. Fievel was allowed to leave his room too, as he sat eating supper.

Fievel’s bedding had new stains on it, as they did not even clean the mess off of the bed. Instead they just cleaned themselves. After dinner, Tanya went to Fievel’s room, and began stripping her brother’s bed.

It was often Tanya’s job to clean the covers, even off of Fievel’s bed. So she started that, while poppa and Fievel sat watching TV.
Fievel was laying on the floor, front side first, naked, as no one was saying anything.

Fievel could feel that his anus was a little stretched, as he lay there, knowing why, and did not mind. He glanced at poppa, and then smiled, as poppa smiled back.

Fievel seemed that almost every time he got into trouble, somehow he got out of that trouble. This was no exception, as he was only in trouble in school.

They would make him take his school work in the quiet room for awhile, as he would spend the day in there more then one day.
The teacher was still pretty angry with Fievel, as he used a word no five-year-old-boy should be using.

For now though, they were watching their flat panel TV, as Tanya worked on Fievel’s covers. Momma was doing the dishes. As Yasha was in the kitchen with her.

At nine o clock, Fievel would be going to bed. Fievel had a thought about playing… but his body was still so tired by then, that Fievel changed his mind.

Fievel’s covers were out of the wash and back on his bed before he even headed in. Fievel laid down on top of the covers, as it was way too hot to get under them.

Fievel’s eyes fell shut, as he drifted away. Fievel’s body was so tired, that he didn’t play in anyway before falling asleep. Fievel was just too pooped.

(FIN!)