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By Phoenix Luster
Whore, I didn’t summerize the first part, why would I start now?
Author notes: This is a part 2 for another story of mine called ‘Wrong side of the batting cage’.
As with the previous part, this is a work of pure fiction/fantasy.
This will also be the last/final part of this story. The result of a fleeting muse. Though I might do a spin off in the distant future. I already have a few ideas for it. But gay incest is not my main or usual type of story, so expect a long wait.
Also: for anyone that gets curious about my spelling of concoction about mid way through the story, just know it’s spelt exactly as I intended it. You’ll know when you see it.
It must have been hours until Darren and my wife Selena came back. I was thankful my wife had stayed at the tournament. I was enraged, at first and then profoundly impressed. Nursing my bruised pride and then deeply humbled. Thinking about what had happened in the shower gave me goose bumps and I could feel my blood pressure rise and life return to my loins as I thought about every little detail in my head. Part of me felt like puking as arousal returned to my body yet the other half wanted to either wank or give him a good fucking all over again. Had the viagra not worn off yet?
I felt myself jump inside my skin as the door bell rang and in popped Selena and Darren. “Hey Dan, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. You ok?” My wife asked, just a little concerned.
I quickly changed my train of thought and responded, “Yeah, all’s good. Just really missed my wife all week and am glad you’re back.” As she stepped closer I pulled her in and squeezed her tight, breathing her in as she melted into my arms.
”Mmm, I missed you too lovey. Sorry I wasn’t back from the chess tournament sooner, I got talking with some of the other parents. I had to console a few of them after our son royally crushed two of them tonight. It was a one sided slaughter. They’ll have the last two rounds next Friday.” She said all doe eyed and giddy.
“Sounds like our little boy knows all of the best plays.” I said courteously. “I sure did dad. Best moves I’ve ever made. They didn’t stand a chance the second I showed up. I really wanted it.” He said it looking right into my eyes, a subtle undertone in his words that only I could pick up on. He announced he was going to his room and my darling wife went to start prepping some dinner. Some mashed spuds, some greens and two lamb chops for us each. My mouth watered at the prospect.
When I noticed my wife’s focus had sufficiently shifted, I went upstairs and charged towards Darren’s room. Not quite sure if I was going to murder him or simply give him a light telling off and save the more serious stuff for later, when other ears were not around. As my hand opened up to reach for the door knob my wife shouted for me from down stairs.
”Dan, I forgot the butter. Can you run to the convenience store and grab some?” I sigh and started heading downstairs. “Yeah love, I’ll be five minutes.”
”Thanks, you’re a darling.” I grinned a cheeky grin in her direction and replied “Oh no love. I’m just… motivated tonight.” This was a a long running inside joke between us. We’d always used to rib each other for having ulterior motives whenever either of us would do something stereotypical of our gender for the other person. She flashed a telling grin back at me as I left through the street door.
It wasn’t long until I was back and the fresh air did me a world of could. I was calm and collected again as I entered through the front door to see my wife throwing some veggies into a boiling pot of water and my son lending her his aid. ‘Daww, he’s turning into such a helpful young man’, is what I normally would have thought. Possibly even said.
”Here love, the butter.”
”Oh love, so quick too. You’re the most motivated husband ever.” Selena winked at me as she came over and grabbed the butter. Then I went to the bathroom and ‘freshened’ up for tonight with my wife as soon as I handed it to her.
When I came back Selena was instructing Darren to take the pot off of the stove. As he looked to her after finishing his minor task she then added “Now you can mash the spuds. You’re good at mashing”
”Yes mum, I love to mash” My wife didn’t notice the double-entendre but I couldn’t help but inwardly chuckle a bit. Exactly the sort of shitty joke I’d be making. Though I didn’t start until about fifteen. He was practically a master at only eleven. At least I didn’t have to worry about pregnant girls.
I chimed in. “Make sure you mash it good Darren, I hate lumps.”
My wife, Selena said fiercely, “Don’t worry love, I’ll make sure he does it just the way you like it.” She stood menacingly behind Darren, with a spatula raised high and ready.
Darren mock cowered in fear and said “I promise, no lumps. I’d hate to give dad the hump, because then he’d give me some lumps via a few thumps.”
Selena oooohed and ahhed as Darren layed down them lines.
I watched Darren carefully until he finished up mashing the spuds. So did Selena to make sure my specifications were met. I saw him make no malicious moves nor look as if he was lacing anything with what shouldn’t be in there. When dinner was ready Darren was playing with a straw, blowing spit balls at my wife, whom was blowing them back at him and having a wondrous time. Then he targeted me so I then had to borrow Selena’s straw and get him back.
”You should know I was the spit-ball king-pin back in the day. You picked the wrong opponent” Darren’s straw fell to the floor as he back chatted me.
”Maybe back in the stone age dad. Modern school kids have modern techniques now.” He raised back up and blew another shot at me but it was fine powder that came out instead, eliciting a cough from me and a wave of my hand.
With a playful tone I said through my coughing fit, ”That’s not a spit ball ya little shit.”
“Yeah, hard to spit back when you’re choking on baby powder, isn’t it?” He had a smug grin on his face as he said it while I had the scent of baby powder in my nose as well as that slight taste in my mouth, “Chemical warfare solves war dad. That’s why gas masks, nerve gas and napalm was invented in that order.”
“He definitely gets his brains from your side of the family love. Because he gets his looks from mine.”
Dinner was quite joyful to the point that I got a slight buzz from all of the excitement and I started to wonder if the shower incident was all just a figment of my imagination. Darren offered to do the dishes and neither me nor my wife were inclined to discourage him otherwise as we head up stairs to bed and possibly even to re-consummate our marriage, I thought to myself. The familiar feeling of arousal arose within me for a second time today whilst I stared at her ass on the way up the stairs.
As the bedroom door closed and she was leading me in, I strongly had the urge to pee so I asked her to hold that thought and took a tiddle in the toilet that was attached to our bedroom. When I got back into the bedroom only a minute or two later she was sprawled out onto the bed and under the covers with an exposed and enticing D-cup tit hanging out, half dozed off, half staring at me.
She spoke as I got closer. “Sorry Dan, I’m just too tired tonight after the long week. As soon as I lay down the whole weeks worth all tumbled on me like a pile of bricks.” She was snoring not five seconds after she’d finished her sentence.
Even so I was so incredibly aroused and after I’d been so incredibly tired from work as well as having already shagged once today too, with a lot of cum, I might add. It had only been two hours since then. All of a sudden it hit me. That little bastard did it again. It must have been the powder from the straw.
‘FINE! If he wants to get fucked so bad, then fucked he shall get.’ I was already naked from having stripped my way into the toilet to pee. No point keeping them on of course. I marched into Darren’s bedroom and practically blew the door open, while not letting it slam against the wall and wake the wifey up then closed it with equal vigour and presence of mind.
I walked towards him without saying a word. He immediately went into self -preservation mode, looking worried just as soon as he noticed me because he could see my face first and focused only on that. Then I yanked him towards me as I climbed onto the bed and he was clawing and grasping at the bed to get away from me a little too late. I grabbed an ankle and pulled. His shirt rode up to reveal he wasn’t wearing anything but the shirt, displaying just about all of his pristinely hairless, snow white skin to my eyes that were misted over with a concocktion of fury and lust. Just as well. He let out a gasped whimper, “I’m sorry daddy!” The bed duvet came with him as I dragged him in to point blank range. But the eleven year old boy didn’t stand chance against his low thirties father. It was too late for desperate apologies at this point too. He probably thought I was going to beat him
black and blue with the look in my eye and the way I charged towards him but that was far from what I was going to do. He didn’t notice my raging hard on until it was bouncing on him intermittently as we shifted relative position and his worried look soon turned to one of elation, which only pissed me off more as I grabbed his ass hard and then pulled his legs high up into the air whilst he released his iron grip on the duvet. “That wasn’t just baby powder, was it?” I said with a leashed rumble in my voice.
“Not all of it.” He smugly admitted while the lingering excitement of fear turned to pure lust, his dick rapidly growing hard. I didn’t let him get out another word as I just rammed my whole dick deep into him. “You want to shag like you’re a woman, then I’ll shag you like you’re a woman.” The fact that it felt so damn good only really fueled the fire right now. The way his anus tightly wrapped its way over my phallus and then effortlessly down my shaft as I sank it deeper into him like the stricken titanic into the depths of the ocean. He must have been slick already. I let out a guttural, aggressive groan the whole way as I pushed my way inside my boy. I felt like I was raping Darren, and that’s really what I went in there intending to do to him. To make him FEEL raped. But the look of ecstasy on his face and pure pleasure in his eyes as he felt me go in said otherwise. His inhale was caught in his throat at the sudden intrusion and his head fell back, not fighting it at all as he wrapped his legs high around my waist. I had one hand holding his side now and the other grabbing at his ass, holding him steady at the right height. My heavy breathing rang out into the room, mixing with his as I made short, sharp thrusts into him and each bottoming out elicited an uninhibited groan, grunt or moan out of him. Whilst I continued drilling into his asshole, with each little sound we collectively made, with each sensation and physical touch I began to feel the angry tension melt away through the pleasure in my dick. I was still pissed that he’d basically pulled the date rape drug trick on me of all people. Twice too. But a deep, twisted part of me was really getting into it as my short, sharp, angry thrusts turned longer and deeper both physically and emotionally.
I leaned in closer to him until he could feel my heavy panting breaths on his face. He was noticeably shorter than me at this age but my lower than normal angle made it so that our faces were more or less nose to nose. He tried to put his arms around me but I pinned his hands to the bed quite forcefully. So then he rode his legs much higher up on my back, almost around my neck so his asshole was practically straight up into the air from beneath me, providing my dick with easy passage. I could feel his balls low on my stomach as they flopped back and forth at the odd angle, naturally declined away from me so they weren’t getting crushed and his hard dick was taping away at my belly button.
”Oh yes daddy, fuck me like you fuck mum, fuck me like a woman. Tonight I am your little girl! I love your thobbing dick inside me!!!” Yelled Darren.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you liked dick, were ya” I said, slightly taken aback by the dirty talk. I’d always loved dirty talk but hearing it from Darren’s mouth while my dick was in him just hit different.
“I think we passed the point of passing it off as a joke when I let you dick me in the shower until we both came like wild animals. Oooh daddy you shaved your dick for me, didn’t you?”
“No Darren, I shaved for your mum cuz I was gunna spend all night dicking her after you dosed me with more viagra.”
”And yet I’m the one getting the fruits of your labour. Not mum.”
“That’s kinda fucked up you know, literally.” I think we were half arguing half bantering as I kept driving in and out of his asshole. I’m surprised neither of us got friction burns as I was fucking his arse so intensely and for so long.
“I don’t care. I’m going to steal you from her every chance I get. Every time you dick me is a time you’re not fucking her.” He slurred out between grunts and groans while he was getting boned. By me.
He pushed his hands up and I fell slightly lower. “Every time you bone my ass instead of her fanny, I win and mum loses.” I must have been exactly a millimetre away from kissing him. I could feel in detail his body heat on my hand as I braced myself on him with the one hand on his shoulder, over his plain black shirt and it felt so electric. We were exchanging air now.
”God this is so wrong you little cunt. You drugged me until I could do nothing but fuck anything with a pair of legs and an arse.” The anger returned somewhat.
“Hardly. I only gave you enough for a slight buzz with the straw. And it should have worn off about half an hour ago now daddy. Almost exactly when you burst into my room to take my asshole.”
“I doubt that son.” I said it between more grunts and groans, my strokes getting longer and each one driving him a little harder into the bed than the last. His bed squeaked and moaned under us now. “You gave me a dose in my sandwich after work and then another dose from the powder you blew into my face.”
“Oh daddy that pair of pants on the floor over there at the foot of the bed?” I took a little peak, trying not to break contact even despite my protestations as he continued. It felt so good, having his asshole gobbling my dick that I couldn’t possibly stop now. ”They’re full of the cum you dumped inside my asshole in the shower. YOU put that there in me. I loved having a little piece of you with me for the chess tournament. I felt so naughty sitting there with sticky, slimy pants knowing it was your cum splayed all over my arse, having spilled back out of my asshole and known only to me as I crushed one opponent after another.” I could feel myself pulling almost all of the way out of him now but shoving back in as the crown of my dick felt the squeeze of his sphincter. My heavy breathing became loud pants. The conversation was actually elevating my level of arousal.
The conversations pace and coherence was a mess as we exchanged words through heavy panting and guttural grunts and groans, ”Daddy, the viagra wouldn’t force you to do anything against your will. YOU wanted to shag me until you spilled all of your wonderful seed into my ass. And THIS right now, is all you daddy. Nothing to do with the viagra. YOU wanted to dick your little boy… I mean little girl all by yourself. And long after your little buzz had worn off. I only gave you enough for ten minutes, tops.”
I could feel myself very slowly starting to tip toe over that bliss filled edge as the loud slap of my bald pubic area’s skin clapping with Darren’s own baby smooth skin rang out into the room. I was panting steadily louder, as was Darren while somehow getting coherent sentences out through it loud and mostly clear.
He moved his arms suddenly this time and snared me, pulling me down until his mouth was millimeters from my ear. “Daddy, now I’m YOUR little cunt.” His mouth clamped down on my ear and an almighty dah, mmm, hah and ‘fuck’ roared passed my lips while rope after rope after rope of cum ejected out of my balls at what felt like rocket speed and tenth magnitude force. I felt each individual rope leave my balls whilst my whole shaft and phallus were throbbing hard. The flow just never seemed to end. My right hand unabashedly cupped his ass cheek again and my left was under his head, the thumb wrapped around his ear while my body tensed for yet another personal, record breaking male orgasm of gargantuan proportions.
We must have just held that position together for a short while as the last dregs of orgasm escaped my balls. From a distance, our combined bodies would have formed an ‘o’ shape. I was still panting as I rolled off of him to the left, towards the head of the bed but stayed belly down, very much in the afterglow stage.
“God I hope your mum didn’t hear any of that, we were really loud.” I felt him move on the bed. He was behind me already as I move to get up. I felt his young hands grab my ass with a slight squeeze. I let out a huge moan when I felt my hole stomach cavity make room for him as his dick entered me. It felt strange and surreal. Like an ethereal experience whilst I felt this hard, sausage shaped object plow into me before I had the opportunity to accept the invasion. The tables were turned now.
“Oh you don’t gotta worry about mum, daddy. She won’t be waking up for at least another three hours.”
When he bottomed out in me a deep ‘Oh fuck!’ was elicited from deep in my loins. I was getting hard again. There wasn’t much resistance either, he must have lubed up as I was talking. Was this some new, weird form of Stockholm syndrome?
“What did you do to my wife?” I panted out, “and where did you get that lube from?”
“I put a powdered part of a sleeping tablet into her food as I dished out the mash. I knew you’d be watching me while I was doing the mashing.” Darren admitted, unreservedly, probably with a big fat smirk on his face.
“God you’re a right little bastard now, how’d you turn out this way? Did you plan this too?” When he bottomed out he stopped moving, probably to allow me some adjustment time.
“Mmm, well we’re definitely passed the father and son stage of our relationship, so that really might be true from a certain perspective. Your ass cheeks are so hard daddy, not like mine at all. Is this another part of being a man?” I could feel his dainty little finger tips molesting my ass cheeks. MY sense of touch felt hieghteneed for not being able to see him while I keep my eyes pointed forward, ahead of me. As we settled into our new position I could feel his dick twitch inside me and my own dick twitch in kind with each sensation.
“Your mum drinks wine with dinner too. What if you’d have killed her?”
Darren unhesitently spouted, “Not a chance. She never deviates from having more than a couple of sips in that giant wine glass. It only takes one third of a sleeping tablet with that much alcohol to make her sleep without being a lethal dose”
I was honestly amazed he planned in such detail. “What if I’d have made love to her while she slept instead?”
He chuckled and replied, “A good man would never take advantage of his loving, doting wife in such a way or risk breaking the bond forever.”
“Oh really, what if I’d…” I let out a few grunts and groans between sentences as I felt him start to move against me. Slowly, at first. “what if I’d simply decided to sleep or to have a wank instead?”
It felt surreal, the feel of his dick gently penetrating me over and over again, the sensation of my invaded asshole creating an arousal response from out of my body instead of repulsion. “Because I knew that after mum led you into the bedroom and got you extra worked up in combination with the minor amount of viagra that you’d definitely not be able to sleep.
I’ve wanked enough times to know that men can’t sleep if they’re aroused enough. And I also knew, though it was a slight gamble, that in your sexual frustration, you’d think of our time together in the shower because you now associate the feeling of sexual arousal with my asshole after the positive experience in the shower. Which is why I also didn’t have to worry about the fact you view yourself as straight. The fact that you somehow guessed there was viagra in the powder was just a variable that happened to work in my favour.” He slowly picked up the pace as we spoke. I could feel the heat of friction as his dick spread my asshole wide open every time he entered. I clenched at the bed sheets and each penetration frustratingly felt better and better up on each new entry.
“Damn, son, how big are you?”
Darren replies sharply with suddenly sharper, harder thrusts. “Only a little” “Oh, ah, ah, fffuu… OH”, Darren continues immediately through my vocalizations, “God dad you feel so good on my dick… A little above average at six inches”… Darren makes a few vocalizations of his own as he switches to aggressively ramming his dick inside me with his choir boys voice, “Aho.. aho, mmmphh…” and a girth of one point five.”
“Eleven year olds aren’t supposed to be that big yet!” I cried out, both a little jealous and a little flabbergasted about how much I was taking right now.
“I’ve been wanking since I was eight dad, almost religiously since nine.” He noticeably started picking up the pace as the last word left his mouth.
”Y… yu…. you must get that from your… mums side of the family t… tree.” Now we both stop talking as I feel him at his top gear speed and I can intimately feel his dick begin to quake, pulling out and then shoving in all six inches, within less than a second per thrust. Then I felt a warm, foreign liquid sensation deep within my bowels as his thrusting stops but the sensation of him pressing into my ass like he were trying to force the rest of his being in to me through his dick quickly fills me. The same guttural roar he made in the shower room, he made again while he creamed my asshole, which triggers my asshole itself to quake on its own. Is it possible for a man to have a buttgasm?
After about ten seconds he released me and fell to the bed next to me. “Now I have something mum nor anyone else can ever have and you have something of mine that no one else can ever have.”
”Oh, and what is that?” I ask, curiously, not really thinking deeply about anything right now.
”Each others ass virginity. I gave you mine in the show. I can’t give that to anyone else again and neither can you. Not even mum can get that now after I just took it for myself. And god it feels so good to know it’s all mine no matter what, for all eternity.”
I say sarcastically to Darren when I start to leave my spot on the bed, “My little psychopath”
“No dad, tonight I’m your little cunt.”
The end.
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By Phoenix Luster
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