Chapter 1
Tickling your child was innocent enough. That was what parents did, a playful little game, to amuse both parties. The child would thrash and scream and relish the thrill of worming away from danger, and the parents would enjoy some harmless fun. That was what tickling was all about. Vernon would often chase Dudley around the house with the threat of tickles. It was a cat and mouse game that Petunia would indulge in at times too. That had all began around age 4 for Dudley and continued ever since. It increased by the year and became somewhat of a routine. However, the difference between what most parents would do, compared to Vernon and Petunia, was not innocent at all. The married couple had realised there was a sexual element involved, an erotic thrill that they both discovered on their own terms, and eventually admitted to themselves by the time Dudley was 10.
Vernon found himself instantly erect at the sight of his squirming son, his chubby torso exposed, arms raised by his mother and smooth armpits vulnerable. Vernon would trail his fingertips all over the armpits and down his sides, relishing in the effect it had on his young son. He loved watching him thrash around, powerless to stop the torment, laughing himself sick. Petunia liked this too, she loved restraining her young boy, and particularly enjoyed tickling him around the waist, getting lower and lower over time. Eventually Dudley became comfortable being stripped down just to his underwear for a tickling session and had grown used to removing his socks in anticipation. Though he was very young, he did notice the additional sensations that being tickled caused him. He loved the physical attention from his parents, and felt a gentle fire burning in his private area when their fingers roamed his skin.
Vernon, not wishing to spook his son, had slowly groomed him into allowing his fingers in places they had no business being. The inside of his thighs, for instance. Vernon would spend a lot of time there, working his way up closer and closer. Petunia had taken to giving him light slaps on his chubby bum cheeks, which made all three of them laugh. The married couple remember all too well when Dudley first got an erection from being tickled. They noticed it at the same time, whilst Dudley was giggling away, and gave each other the most erotic look they had ever shared between them. They knew from that point onwards that there was no stopping the tickling from escalating. Dudley felt thrilled the first time his mother lowered his underwear and exposed his miniature sausage of a penis – incredibly small and thick, hairless too. Whilst the parents were too concerned to touch him there, they warmed him up to the idea by touching around it, watching how his dicklet reacted to it.
Soon enough, Dudley would strip himself completely and goad his parents into chasing him. His little piggy body would jiggle around as he fled, always being captured eventually and restricted. He wanted that, of course, knowing how the contact gave him feelings that were too wonderful to explain. Dudley first produced pre-cum when his father pinned him down and Petunia began licking his nipples and his armpits. He whined and whimpered like a little girl as his dicklet sprang to life, her hands raking slowly at the tip of his legs, desperately close to the twitching dicklet, until he buckled slightly and a clear liquid sprang from his tip. The boy was restless, panting and whimpering as they guided him through a semi-orgasm. Once it had calmed down and Dudley was content with the tickling session, Vernon scooped up his thin wife and particularly threw her into the bedroom, making love to her with a passion she hadn't seen since they were much, much younger.
When Harry went off to school, everything changed. Petunia was giving Dudley extended kisses on the mouth, rubbing and licking his nipples, squeezing his bum cheeks and cupping his balls. Vernon did the same and particularly enjoyed binding his son with rope and belts. For Dudley's first real orgasm, he was stood nude, his hands tied above his head and arms stretched up. Vernon was tonguing his smooth armpits and Petunia was giving pecks of kisses all over his lower half, both of them tickling him in places of course. Dudley would no longer giggle, but moan, girlishly. Those moans drove his parents wild with lust, so much so that Petunia could not resist placing her lips at the tip of his dicklet, her tongue just brushing him over and over until he was moaning and thrashing so much that his dicklet slipped past her lips and cummed straight into her mouth, his whole chubby body trembling with electricity. The boy clearly had no shame about what they were doing and had no reason to believe it was anything other than normal – just a fun game to play. They had groomed him successfully and there was no turning back. They didn't even have to chase him anymore.
They had a more serious chat about what an orgasm was, and why white stuff was starting to come out of him. Dudley was encouraged to wank himself when he felt like it, but was also told that whenever he felt urges he could come to his parents to help with it. One evening, Vernon's whale like body lay on the floor whilst Dudley's somewhat smaller body laid beside him. Between them knelt Petunia, her left hand working her husband's cock and her right hand working her son's. She wanked them both off, her breasts exposed, both sets of eyes locked onto her jiggling tits. Dudley came in no time, all over his mothers hand, then knelt besides her as they working on Vernon. Dudley ran his hands all over the fat body of his father whilst Petunia handjobbed him expertly, the large man roaring as he began to spray his load into the air like a fountain much to the amusement of Dudley.
On this particular winter morning, as the fire warmed the house, Dudley found himself nude with his lower legs in a wooden stockade that Vernon had built in the shed. This stockade left Dudley's legs parted and feet completely exposed. His back was propped against the couch, and his arms made useless by being held up by his father, who sat above him, nude, his huge stomach looming over the child. Both of their cocks were rock solid and dripping. Petunia, with her upperhalf exposed, launched a tickle attack on her son's soles with her fingers and a feather. She showed no mercy as Dudley thrashed and made futile attempts to escape. “Between his toes, dear!” Vernon instructed his wife, who took the feather and ran it between each of Dudley's toes, driving him crazy. “That's so nice, mummy!” Dudley groaned with pain and pleasure as she continued the tickle torture, occasionally using her tongue on his wiggling toes.
The pre-cum was flowing from him as he thrashed and buckled uselessly. He couldn't escape even if he wanted to – and he certainly didn't want to, he was in incestual heaven, his springing cock was evidence enough of that even with his girly moans. He was a spoilt brat in every sense, and now he had his sexual urges satisfied in ways some people could only dream of. “Wank me please!” he asked with a strained voice as Petunia weaved the feather around his toes and raked her nails across his sole. “You'll cum quickly, then it'll be over. We don't want that, do we?” his mother teased in response, pulling the feather out, striking every nerve on every toe which sent ecstasy up his spine and made his cock release another small blob of pre-cum. “Looks like that might happen anyways, dear!” Vernon chuckled as he watched the juice pour from his son's small dick.
“Does daddy's special little boy want his special little dick to cum?” Vernon asked with a grin. “Now! I want to cum now!” he demanded, pushing his hips upwards as if that would help. Petunia giggled and took all the toes on his right foot into her mouth and sucked, making the boy groan. She sucked his foot like a cock for a few moments before pulling away. “I WANT TO CUM!” he shouted with an attitude typical of a spoilt prince. “Let him cum, dear, or the whole neighbourhood will know about it!” Vernon said, giving into his son's needs like he always did. “Daddy says you can cum now, darling boy. Mummy's boy. Should daddy play with your armpits?” she asked with a smile as she tickled his soles lightly. “I want daddy to tickle my armpits whilst you wank me, mummy!” Dudley demanded and Vernon released the boy's arms and placed his hands on each arm pit, twirling his fingers around the sensitive skin. Petunia smiled and took hold of her son's tiny dick with a finger and a thumb.
She moved her hand on his cock slowly whilst her free hand continued raking across his soles. Now he was being tickled on his armpits and foot, and with his mother's delicate fingers working his cock, he stood no chance of containing himself any longer. “MUMMY! DADDY! I'M GOING TO CUM NOW!” Dudley roared out with pleasure as his entire body tingled with ecstasy and his orgasm raged within himself until small dollops of cum began to fall from his tip. “Good boy! Such a special baby boy! Keep cumming!” Petunia encouraged as her fingers worked him, draining him of the small amount of cum he could manage at such a young age. Dudley was thrashing and buckling against his restraints, grunting and growling and humming with pleasure. “That's it son, keep on cumming. Let mummy get it all out. Make a lovely little mess all over her hand!” Vernon sang whilst he placed his right hand on his much bigger cock and began pleasuring himself to the scene below.
Once Dudley had cummed he liked to be alone. He didn't need much else from anyone at that point. When he could finally muster up enough energy to move after his orgasms, he'd roll away and leave his parents to clean up whatever mess he had made. Petunia unlocked his feet from the stockade and the fat boy headed immediately for the fridge for cake and snacks. Petunia, her hand soaked with her son's cum, moved closer to her husband and placed her cummy hand on his cock. Vernon growled and watched as his wife smeared their son's cum on his cock and began wanking him off. Vernon cummed with a triumphant yell not long after, spraying his wife in the face with four huge ropes of man cum. Dudley paid no attention to this finale as he had his fat piggy face buried in the fridge eating all the sugary food he demanded his parents by for him. Petunia would then clean the area and put everything back in perfect presentation, like nothing had ever happened.
Then, of course, Vernon would join Dudley in the kitchen where they would gorge on food together.