Date: Thu, 1 May 2008 02:19:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lola Renns <lolarenns@yahoo.com>
Subject: Family Life in a Slum - chapter 1 (incest, control, urination)

Disclaimer:
This is a fictional story, a pure work of fantasy. None of the characters
really exists.
This content is only intendet as pure entertainment, whose graphic
descriptions are far from being acted out or approved by the author.
Structure:
The story has been conceived and edited as a first of several chapters

Family Life in a Slum - chapter 1

Naples, 1905. Enrico was turning fourteen. Skinny, blond haired, with deep
blue eyes and well defined body, he was a very untypical kid from South
Italy. Born and grown in a poor neighbourhood of Naples, he was quite
different from the other kids around the block. He stood out not only for
his angelic look. His silent and shy character, his natural talent for
classical dance and creative skills, such as painting and singing, made him
a special kid, so much beloved by his mother as mocked by his rude and
bullish school and block mates. He didn't play male sports as good as they
expected, he couldn't box or physically compete against them but with his
mind and creativity. They tended to feel a natural mistrust facing him.

He hadn't had any father figures, who could influence and teach him how to
develop his masculine skills. His father was thrown into jail after having
taken part in a robbery when he was just one year old. Therefore, he grew
up with his old grandma and his mother, who strove and did their best to
give him an education and cultivate him. They wished he could one day
become an healthy man, far from that degraded slum.

As a matter of fact, such an education made him very soon an appreciated
and talented student, enabling him also to become a scholarship for a
special dance class. Unfortunately, his attempts to strive for a brighter
future, let him pay in his youth a very high price, making him mocked and
lonely. Sometimes he would have preferred to be one of the young-gangs
leaders, those black haired, slightly dark skinned rude boys, who spend
their days threatening the neighbourhood with violence and robberies. He
hated that aggressive young crew ruling the urban jungle where he had to
live. But somehow, in his deepest thoughts, I also envied that arrogant and
shameless way of living. It seemed to remind him of his absent father, of
an non-experienced masculine nature. He was secretly in awe of that alien
way of doing, far from his attitudes.

He was also in the middle of his sexual awakening. He enjoyed jerking off
in his little room, dreaming of male bodies, muscular and hairy grown men,
as he fantasized his own father would be. He had asked his mother and
grandma many times about him, but they tended to avoid his questions. They
considered Salvo, his father, as a terrible mistake in their lives, a bad
encounter to forget. They were happy he was locked in a cell for the rest
of his life, they hoped.

Enrico had no pictures of him. So he could fly free and high with his
creative mind, imagining him strong, powerful, muscled and rude, exactly as
the guys in the block. And he couldn't avoid to fantasize a sexual
implication with his father, as a secret object of desire, mixed with the
growing lust he felt for his bullish mates. When those rude guys mocked
him, sometimes bat him out of school, calling him "fag", "girl-boy", cunt,
he felt both humiliated and aroused. Something sexual was making him so
sensitive in front of those guys, especially the older ones. And he had
sometimes the impression to provoke them. They yelled at him violently,
insulted him, but couldn't keep their eyes off him. Some of them really
wanted him sexually, considering him a sort of girl, a beautiful blond and
angelic girl. He felt it. During one of their assaults after school, he had
felt one of the older guys pressing him body against him from behind his
sholuders.

He kept violently shouting "You fucking fag, suck my dick!" Enrico could
felt the guys hard crotch pressing against his ass. As a sign of scorn the
guy also licked Enrico's ear and then spat at him. That was sex. He could
swear it.

He could also see that even the older men in the block gave him strange
looks sometimes. The more he grew up gentle and well defined, the more they
looked at his round ass with lust, squeezing their crotches unseen by their
wives or girlfriends. He was slowly becoming an object of desire between
the male community in his neighbourhood.

Despite it, he kept being the good mama-boy, the talented student that
could never disappoint his attentive family. So he carried on with his
lonely way, between dance classes (he was the only guy) and books.

This quiet existence would have probably gone on forever if a sudden twist
would change all programmes for him and his family.

His father was back from jail. He had paid his price to justice and he was
free. He had successfully found the current address of his wife . They
never divorced. Such a low was unconceivable in the Early Twentieth Century
in Italy.  He was strongly determined to gain back what he considered his
right place, in his family, with a devoted and submissive wife and a kid
who would work and get money for him. Surely he would have not looked for
any job. Jail was hard enough. He had to be served and awed.

The men in the block helped him without hesitation. He had always been
violent and vindictive. He could have only worsened in prison. Besides it,
they found his wife, actually a single in the last years, as a strange
contradiction to the codes and costumes they believed in. She had to have a
man. She had always avoided their looks and was a bit to snob and haughty
for their taste. They never molested her fearing any violent reaction from
her husband in jail. He could easily be informed and instruct a killer to
punish such an insult. But now he was finally back. So the anomaly was
solved. She had to have her husband back, regardless of her will.

So, one day Salvo appeared in the dirt inner courtyard of their typical
Naples crumbling block of flats. Everyone waved him and welcomed him back
with respect and fear. His wife heard this strange chorus of warm greetings
in Naples dialect and instinctively came to her balcony, suspiciously
feeling that a bad news was knocking on her door. Her heart began to race,
her breath stopped for a few seconds. He stand there, with his aggressive
and arrogant smirk, the one she could never forget.

When they met for the first time many years before, she was just a young
and poor student in the block, with the naïve aspiration to become a
classical dancer. Her brutal father had always considered her only daughter
as a disgrace. He wanted a son, a young male to grow and train as a
mechanic as he was. So, he just wanted to get free of her, giving her
spouse to some man as soon as he could. Salvo was the local young boss,
everybody knew him and everybody awed him. He had chosen her. His father
could only be happy for such a choice. They arranged the marriage against
the will of the girl and her caring mother. But if women still had few
civil rights all-over the Country at that time, no right was ever reserved
to them in such degraded slums. They used to live under the rules of their
men. So Enrico's mother was no exception. When her father died, few days
after her marriage with Salvo, her life was definitively destroyed. No more
dreams of a better life.  She could enjoy a short-term dream during his
husband's conviction. Few years of peace and relative freedom.

Now he was back.

While she was blond and skinny as her own son, Salvo was a bulk man,
muscled and powerful, with a slightly dark skin, as if he was constantly
tanned. He was 5,85 feet tall, had imposing large shoulders, defined biceps
and impressively big hands. His thighs and calves were stocky and his feets
were huge. He was the "Strength" itself. His body was covered of thick dark
hair, fro tip to toe. His dark face, always grinning, was partly covered by
a dark beard a thick moustaches, and partly by a hut, which hid his intense
black eyes. He gave off male scent from every pore of his massive muscled
hairy body. During his conviction he had also become a professional boxer.
He started boxing against his cellmates. Due to his impressively strength
and resistance, the prison guards began gambling during his matches. He
became object of a flourishing business. Therefore, he had even gained more
strength and further defined his already prominent muscled. He was a sort
of Male God. He was exactly what his son had long dreamed of.

Their family life changed forever. Enrico's grandma had a heart attack few
days after Salvo's comeback. She had always hoped that would never
happen.. She guessed very well the disaster they were all facing. It was
too much for her.  Enrico's mother became submissive and constantly
threatened as she used to be in the early marriage years.

Enrico was shocked. He had always dreamed of his father's comeback. But he
would have never expected it would be like dad. From the very first moment
his father saw him, the man threw a look of scorn and mistrust against his
own offspring. In less than a second Enrico knew that his father reserved
him the same aggressive, arrogant and scornful looks he had always received
by the men in the neighbourhood. Salvo hated him. Enrico felt it, from the
very right moment.

But, with the same certainty, he was totally sure that that look hid the
same ambiguity and sexual lust he had clearly detected by the men and guys
on the streets. Enrico was physically not as strong as other kids on the
block, but he was smart and very intuitive. That was his only strength. And
that strength enabled him to understand in a rush of seconds what was
running in his father's head. And his intuition was confirmed by the
furtive look he gave to his father's crotch. Something was pulsing down
there, something menacingly big, outrageously big, under the faded texture
of that old trousers.

They didn't speak each other. His father ignored him. The first days he
just took his wife hostage in their bedroom. He fucked her like an animal,
grunting, panting, gasping like a furious animal. He had no shame or
scruple to loudly and violently abuse her wife for hours and hours day and
night. He couldn't care less of the presence of Enrico and his grandma in
the next rooms. Nor was matter for him the morbid attention of the
neighbours, spying, grinning and chatting from their balconies. He had that
urge to be satisfied. He needed a cunt, and needed it bad. So, I just took
it an object of his own property, there to fulfil his lust.

Enrico listened the constant abuse. He had no choice. It was all to loud
and evident to be ignored. He felt helpless, he hated that man for such a
fury and violence against his beloved mother. But he was also terribly
aroused. He hated himself for that. But he couldn't avoid it. He was
constantly rock hard, dreaming of being able to exchange place with his
mother and to be an object of lust for his own father. He would have killed
himself for such a perverse though. He should have had compassion for his
poor mother. And somewhere in his heart he felt it very strong. But he felt
also envy for that huge privilege. He would have paid to be there, under
that massive hairy muscled sweating bulk of a man that was his father,
abused and used like a worthless slut. Yes, he had been dreaming so long of
it. And it was happening, but to the wrong person, his mother. That bitch!
Enrico jerked off furiously, with his years attached to the wall between
his room and his parent's bedroom. He came and jerked off again. It was too
much. It was as if an erotic dream almost comes true. Gallons of sperm were
produced in those days, from the father and from the son next room.

Only the death of his grandma interrupted such a mess.

Enrico's grandma died during one of those loud and restless performances.
She was trying in vain to cover her ears with her trebling hands, in tears.
She couldn't stand anymore to witness helplessly the ever growing
humiliation and suffer inflicted to her own daughter. After a while she
fell from her chair in the kitchen and died in despair. Enrico stopped
jerking off and run into the kitchen to see what happen. His grandma's dead
body lied in the middle of the kitchen's table. With tears in his eyes, he
knelt down to touch her cold face. He was shocked. She was gone.

He had to knock repeatedly on her parents door before getting any
attention. When his father finally came out was full of rage in his eyes
for such a unrespectful interruption. He came out with a ratty rope, badly
fastened with a cord belt. Enrico, even shocked by the finding of his
grandma lifeless body on the floor, couldn't stop to stare at that
unfastening belt. His father's hairy chest was totally exposed, as well as
his hairy calves and feets. If the belt unfastened completely, Enrico could
see him father naked. Such thoughs were running in his head. How can I be
so irreverent and insensible, he said to himself. Meanwhile, Salvo was
ready to punch his damned son for that unforgivable interruption. But then
he saw the old grandma lying on the floor, totally pale and with open
staring eyes. His rage was over. He had to have under such a concentration
of animal fury a kind of residual reserve of pity and human compassion. So
he made the catholic sign of the cross and leaned forward with one of his
knees, and sitting on the other one, in order to close the old lady's
eyes. Even criminals have heart and compassion, though Enrico, which
couldn't avoid to look trough the opening rope. With that position, his
father was exposing his furry right thigh. Salvo moved a little bit more
forward. Enrico was stunned. At the end of his father's thigh he could
detect the beginning of the thick bush of pubic hairs. He was suddenly
rock-hard and couldn't believe his eyes. Another little movement and his
father would have revealed his huge pending cock and his giant hairy
balls. He couldn't wait. Unfortunately his mother came in the kitchen. She
was pale, almost the same as her dead mother on the floor. She had strong
bags under her eyes and distant look. After days of constant abuse she
seemed to be there anymore. When she realized what was going on, she came
back to herself and screamed so loud that all neighbours came out on their
balconies. My father stood up and embraced her. Enrico's dream vanished
away.

The funeral was arranged very quickly and all the community in the block
helped and gave financial contribution. For several days they also brought
prepared meals for the family in mourning and gave as much care and
attention they could.After two weeks, life was turning to the previous
routine. After hours and hours of fucking with his mother, Enrico's father
ignored him. No word was said. Until the day in which Salvo stopped his son
on the door. It was early in the morning, and the kid was ready for going
to school. "You little bastard. Do you think we have money enough to let
you waste your time with school ? No way! Now is time for you to start
working as a man".

Enrico wanted to die. Obviously his mother had no influence at all. She had
become more and more absent every day, resigned to her role as a cunt, a
fuck-hole for his constantly horny man. Enrico had no choice. Everything
had already been prepared for him. The dance classes and the school were
suddenly replaced by an hard job. The men of the block had found him a
job. He had to wake up in the night and go to the central fish market.
Large boxes of fish had to be delivered and selected and sold for the
wholesale. It was a nightmare. He cried night and day. But he find no
compassion at all. He was now considered a man. No one could protect him
anymore, nor his mother, neither his grandma, buried in the local cemetery.
After three month of his new life, he had lost his hope. His eyes resembled
the one of his own mother, distant and absent. He was an object for his
father's needs, financial needs. He loosed every day a bit of his
self-esteem.

But another twist had to come. His mother got pregnant. She was often
ill. Salvo couldn't abuse her as much as he liked. She was every day
weaker. He became even more aggressive and nervous for that. One night she
started crying and screaming for a growing pain in her stomach. They had to
bring her to the hospital. She had lost his baby. The doctors reported she
had inner damages, clearly a consequence of a constant abuse. She had to
spend a long time in the sanatorium, otherwise she would die.

Salvo felt lost. He didn't seem to feel any guilt at all, but he was mad at
the whole situation. He was sure that some bad spirits worked against his
life. Am invisible enemy was fighting him. He couldn't see his own
responsibility on that. Life sucked. That's all.

The neighbourhood helped again. But they couldn't last their support
endlessly. Someone had to care for the housekeep, cook meals, wash and buy
food. Enrico was going to face another change. The men of the block -
always they -- had convinced Salvo to keep Enrico at home for the housekeep
services. He was anyway too weak for a man's job. They considered him fit
for that hard work. They kept looking at him as a girl-boy, so different
from the other kids in the block. He would probably take hos mother's
place. He could earn money in another way. At the basement of the block the
women use to bring to cloths to wash. He could wash them for the whole
neighbourhood. Salvo agreed. He had the impression his kid was a jock of
nature, too feminine and weak to be a man, to girlish and skinny. Why not?
The men had also others plans. But that was not to be spoken. It would come
later, when the kid was alone in the basement at night.

Salvo needed sex. For days he kept drinking, boxing for sport in the inner
courtyard and visiting all the whores available in the street. But one day
a perverse idea took his mind. He had combed many streets looking for a
whore. But due to a recent police patrol nothing was available.

He went back home and found Enrico preparing the meal. He was actually a
very attractive teenager. He was about to become fifteen. So slim, well
defined, blond haired. The dance classes had made him so elegant in his
moves. And he a had a wonderful round ass. Salvo couldn't know the was
actually sharing the same impression that had all men in the block toward
his son.

Enrico was cutting some vegetables, exactly as his mother would do. He was
like his mother. With little differences he could be considered as feminine
as his mother. He was in the bargain much younger and cuter.

Salvo had drunk a lot that day and was already cockeyed. He went to his
bedroom to undress. Then the perverse idea took even more space. He yelled
at his son "You little bastard! Come over here!" . Enrico was surprised. He
had never entered his parents bedroom when his father was there. Salvo had
always let him understand that he had to keep his bottom far from him. His
father's scorn and refusal toward him had always been evident. "You
bastard! I said to come in! I need help! Now!"

Enrico told himself that his father was too drunk. It was dangerous to
contradict him. So he doubtful went to the bedroom and saw his father
sitting at the edge of the bed with a strange smirk on his bearded
face. "How can I help you Dad?"

His father indicated with his callous and hairy right hand his boots. "Help
me to undress. I am too drunk and tired to do it". Enrico was stunned. He
would never expected that his father would ask such a thing to him. From
that very right moment Enrico forgot all the pains and humiliations he had
suffered in the last year. Within second he felt his body electrified by
the same erotic impulse he had felt at the first encounter with his own
father. He couldn't wait to absolve the orders.

He approached his father, kneeled down and, with a pure sense of devotion
for such a pure concentration of masculinity, I leaned his hands towards
his father's boots. Salvo smelled of alcohol, manly scent and sweat. Enrico
touched the right boot with his fingers. A vibration run through his whole
body. How could it be possible ? He was really undressing his father. He
couldn't be quick on his moves. He was transfixed by the scents, by the
view and by the whole situation. Enrico was actually tasting every single
moment of it. "So? Remove it! " "Sure Dad". He would have done anything for
his father now. He was a total servant for him.

He started pressing his fingers against the right boot, with both hands, as
if he was embracing a treasure. Then he proceeded to slip it off. Slowly
the woollen sock of his father was revealed and a strong musky smell
invaded the room. Enrico was in heaven. "Now the other one!" ordered his
father, slightly shaking the other leg in front of his son. Enrico started
removing the second one, this time taking more confidence and leaning
forward, in order to press his stomach against the under-sole of the left
boot. It was so exciting! Once removed, also the second boot feel on the
floor. If he could, Enrico would have leaked them. He surely couldn't. So
rose his yes towards his father face waiting for new orders to come. He had
not wait long. "What are you waiting for. The socks!!" Wow, that was a
reward. He had dreamed so long to be near his father's feet, to smell
them. And now he had this unexpected privilege. He started with the right
foot, as if he had to follow a religious ritual. He put his fingers on
Salvo's hairy calves and pulled the texture slowly down. More and more
hairy were revealed, until he reached the base of the ankle. That was a
dream. It had to be a dream. He stopped and then removed the rest of the
sock from his father's foot. It was huge, with hairs on the upper part. His
skin was dark and the musky smell was intense. He would have loved to kiss
them. It was too much. Before being told again what to do he went to the
other leg. Once both feet were free, his father opened slowly his legs,
revealing a monster bulge and pulsing bulge between them. After months of
self-denial and lack of self-esteem Enrico regained at once his
self-consciousness. He was sure his father was enjoying it. There was a
sexual tension between them. He felt it. He could perceive that a play of
seduction was being performed. But he had to play dumb, making as if he
didn't know. His father had to lead the whole way. And he had to act
submissive and naïve.

Salvo, who was totally horny, started removing by himself his jacket. He
threw it behing him on the bedcovers. "My belt". Enrico was now totally
hard. He was inside his dirtiest dreams. But it was true. He put his
delicate fingers on the metal lock of his father's leatherbelt, working on
it until it was open. By doing it, his fingers accidentally caressed the
ever growing pulsing bulge. Electricy flew in his veins. I am finding my
personal heaven, Enrico said to himself. Meanwhile Salvo had unbuttoned his
white shirt, revealing a ratty old-style cotton t-shirt under it. His hairy
chest was easily visible through it. Enrico unfastened the belt and pulled
it away from the trousers. He then put it delicately besides his father on
the bed-edge, like a golden trophy. His father took his with shirt off
completely off and started removing his t-shirt. A thick carpet of dark
hair was suddenly revealed to the dreamful eyes of Enrico. Smell of manly
sweat invaded his nostrils. His father's chest was huge and totally
muscled. Enrico wanted instinctively suck om his father's turgid nipples.
But it was too much. He had to follow orders taking any initiative. He was
the woman now, his father's submissive woman.

His father stood up, towering him like a fully hairy God. "The trousers!"
That order was a delight to ears. He couldn't wait, putting is trembling
fingers on the button. He was so damn excited he had to work a bit to
unbutton it. Then it happenen. Enrico saw his fathers trousers fall down.
And two marvellous hairy muscled legs came to view at once. The bulge was
now literally exploding, pulsing as if an huge snake was struggling to find
an exit. Enrico waited for the best order to come, but was immediately
disappointed. His father moved away, reaching for the door. Why now ?
Enrico was confused and speechless. But Salvo made him sign to follow
him. His father went to the narrow bathroom and stopped in front of the old
white bowl they used as a WC. "Help me! I need to piss". Enrico was in
heaven again. His father was more perverse and creative than he had
though. He was torturing him with a long devastating wait to the apex
point.

"Remove my pants and hold my cock!! I am too drunk for doing it myself!!"
Holding his cock ? His own father's cock? He was at full excitement. He
could die for the uncontrolled joy. He took the waistband with his ever
trembling fingers and, with a slow adoring motion, he proceeded to pull the
down. At the beginning a forest of thick dark hair came into view. Then,
slowly, very slowly, the huge head of the monster beast started pocking
from the waistband. It was an enormous brown-skinned knob, as big as a
billiard ball, with a slightly opened piss slit at the top of it. Enrico
was shaking as a frightened child. It was too much. Too much pleasure at
once. His trembling fingers went on pulling the waistband down. The beast
revealed unbelievable dimensions. It seemed as if one of those giant
ship-rods -- that he had seen on the lying on the banks of the central port
-- was attached at his father's crotch. It was tremendously thick and
covered of pulsating veins. It had to had a diameter of at least 9 inches,
like a big telescope. Once the pants fell completely down the monster
fuckpole was in front of Enrico's eyes, half-hard. A giant rod of at least
12 inches. How could a man have such an elephant trunk attached under his
stomach. It was now clear why his mother had internal wound. That was no
human organ. It was a letal weapon. It was still not completely hard. "Hold
it and aim the piss onto the bowl!! I can't do it".

Enrico took a deep breath a slowly approached his right hand to grab the
menacing pulsating snake between his trembling fingers. He could already
cum in his pants without touching himself. So, it was the heavenly step. He
was going to touch it. His fingers reached it with respect and total awe,
as if in front a mythological divinity. It felt warm, intensively warm. The
more his fingers embraced his father's monster cock, the more it grew and
hardened. Enrico counted a length of circa 13 inches now and the thickness
of a bottle of wine. He could hardly embrace it with his delicate white
hand, so alien around that dark torch. He followed the order and pointed
the snake, which was still not at full mast, to the bowl. A powerful stream
of hot piss started to full the bowl. It was so strong and so much,
probably as a consequence of gallons of wine in his fathers stomach, that
the piss quantity bubbled over he bowl, starting to drop all over the
floor, wetting Enrico's nude knees, `cause he was wearing short trousers.
It was a show beyond imagination for him. Never had he though to witness
such a glorious manly performance. The piss didn't stop. The bowl looked
ridiculously small, un-proper to such a bulk of man and his animal
urges. Piss was all over the floor. The stream went on. At that point his
father did the unbelievable. He slightly turned himself, causing the wet
hot smellu stream to hit Enrico's face. "Open your much, little whore!!!"

There he was. This had to be the initiating ritual. He was now definitively
undressing his role of a natural son to become a slut, his father's
personal slut. Enrico opened his lips. The stream hit at first his tongue.
It was salty and hot. It went on, engulfing his willing mouth and finding
the way to his throat. He starting instinctively to swallow it down. It was
a gold present, an honour and a joy to be fulfilled by his father hot piss.
He didn't want to loose a single drop it. But his father had other plans.
When the stream was becoming to reduce his intensity, Salvo took his
monster rod in his hand and began pointing it all-over his son shaking
body, making him all wet with it. It was a complete mess at the and. The
bowl was still dropping piss, Enrico's kneeling figure was dropping piss
and the whole bathroom floor was a smelly golden lake. Salvo, still
towering him with his furry muscled body, kicked his son down to the floor,
in the middle of the lake. Enrico's back made a gross sound splashing down
on it.

His father's cock was now at total mast: 14 inches, an outrageously giant
rod thick as a python, full of veins and rounded by a forest of dark hairs,
with two gigantic balls pending down under it, as bis as two enormous
pears. Enrico was frightened and totally possessed by uncontrolled lust.
His father could dare whatever he wanted. He felt like an object, a human
instrument born to give pleasure to this giant bear. His father put his big
right foot on his son's face, pressing it and making even more mess with
the piss over it. "Lick it, slutty girl-boy!" Enrico couldn't wait. He put
his tongue out of his lip and began savouring that sweaty piss covered
giant foot, licking every part of it. It was heaven. Then his father began
forcing his thick big toe in his son's willing mouth. Enrico sucked it as
if it was a life-source. Salvo monster python was popping up and down,
`cuase he was really enjoying that treatment on his foot. Women were always
so shy and limited. They never let him play as he like. His natural son was
revealing himself as the best whore ever encountered. He could now
experiment everything he fantasized of. And his growing lust was like an
exploding dig. Since he used to be a kid, Salvo had always been a
sex-driven animal. He was never satisfied and couldn't control his abnormal
urges. He never found a rest. With that non-human beast between his leg he
rarely found a woman ready to pleasure him fully. Now he was facing the
biggest slut ever, the sex machine he had always dreamed of and never
found: his own son, that cunt-boy that he had generated fifteen year
before.

After having sucked the big toe, Enrico had to cope with other two foot
fingers, the four, then all of them at once. It was painful. His lips were
completely stretched to accommodate all his father's fat foot finger. Salvo
further forced his foot down, face fucking his son's wide-stretched hot
mouth with his foot. Enrico couldn't breathe and was starting to chocke, to
desperately gag. His face was now red for the effort. He fought in vain to
breathe. I though he would die. Salvo didn't care, enjoying every second of
it.  Enrico started feeling a vomit instinct. His body was shaking,
trembling in the middle of the piss lake. It was too much. Fortunately his
father stopped abousing his mouth. He wanted to explore other fantasies. So
he put his foot back on the floor and began leaning down, sitting with his
hairy ass on his son's face. "Lick my ass, girly boy. Lick it deep inside".
It was another new wave of pleasure for Enrico. He stuck his tongue out and
began working within that thick amount of smelly hair, until he reached his
father's asshole. It was a unbelievable sensation. Salty and bitter, an
unprecedented taste to him. I stretched his mouth as out as he could,
trying to dive with it deep in his father hot and sweaty ass. He was again
fighting for air. He could faint for the lack of air. But I cared. I could
die there, full of joy and excitement. That man was the personification of
pure male sexuality. How could his mother have hated him. Such a Male God
had to be worshipped and awed every second. That hairy muscled body was a
source of infinite lust.

After about ten minutes of intense asslicking by his son's mouth, Salvo was
now ready to feed him with that abnormal torch he had attached under his
hairy belly. No woman had ever succeeded to take it all down her throat.
Let's see what happen with his slut son, his girly-boy, his cunt. Salvo put
his hands on the wet floor and leaned his hairy legs down along the sides
of his son. Enrico had now that terrific python in front of him, pending
down hard has a steel rod. Salvo wanted to face-fuck his son using him as a
cunt, violating his throat as deep as he could.

"Open up, whore. I want to impale your throat now!!" Enrico wanted to die.
It was too big. He would have never succeeded to take even the half of it,
due to the tremendous thickness and the unbelievable abnormal length. But
his father was topping him. He was back on the floor and the giant knob was
already touching his lips. He had no choice. He would probably die engulfed
with that python down in his esophagus. But so it was. He then accepted his
fate and opened his mouth to let the huge knob come inside it.

Within seconds his father's knob was already invading his whole mouth. He
though it would probably be enough, because his father started moaning. But
it was just the beginning. His tongue massaged his father's knob, playing
with the piss slit and sucking the whole knob like a tasteful fruit. Salvo
was enjoying it and let his son work on it for few minutes, letting him
savour his salty taste. Then he began push further. He wanted to engulf his
son with more cock. His giant knob slowly made his way to his back of his
son's mouth. Enrico started to have less and less chances to breath. His
gagging reflex grew every second. Salvo started forcing his know to the
opening of his son's throat. There he was "Now we really begin to play,
son!" So he started thrusting his know down his son's mouth. Enrico
couldn't breath anymore. Only four inches of his father's giant cock was
buried in his mouth and he was already gagging and chocking on it.

Salvo couldn't careless. He was really having fum. He went on and on,
pushing his knob down his son's throat. A gurgling sound made perfectly
clear that Enrico was chocking on it. At that point Salvo trusted even
more. Enrico felt as if an intere arm with a punch at the top of it was
trying to get inside his esophagus. He was drooling on it. He felt he could
die. Salvo pushed harder and harder, causing other gurgling sounds on his
south digestive apparatus. Now six inches of his cock were buried in his
son's mouth. He forced his python futher deep, perceiving that his son's
throat was beginning to give in. Enrico was almost fainting. That torch was
so thick and long that no human being could really accommodate it in his
mouth. Enrico probably fainted, `cause another gurgling sound, louder than
the previous ones, echoed in the bathroom and intense drool rivers were
straining at the corners of the boy maximum wide stretched mouth. Eight
inches of his father cock were had now disappeared onto his mouth and
throat. But the knob was so invasive and rentlessless that kept digging
down. Enrico's tonsils were totally pressed and stretched under the
unbelievable pressure of such an alien invasion. The whole oral cavity was
engulfed of cock. Ten inches of it were now buried inside Enrico's mouth,
down to the esophagus. The bulge of the abnormal cock was poking from
Enrico's neck. Salvo was totally enjoying every second of that expedition
down in his son's tight throat. It seemed to be made to give him pleasure.
He wouldn't have stopped for any reason. It was so intense and
breathtaking, that he would have kept that doing it for ever. No woman had
ever swallowed so much of his giant cock. So he went on, regardless on the
constant shaking and fighting of his fainting son. He forced his thick knob
deeper dow with another thrust, impaling his son with his cock. 12 inches.
That mas probably the maximum, he though, because it was really hard to
push further down. His son's mouth was already totally wide stretched, his
knob was poking from his neck and all the available space was now
conquered. But pleasure was so intense that he couldn't control himself,
making another violent trust.

Now Enrico's nose was buried in his father's dark, sweaty and thick crotch
hairs, his jaws and facial muscles were painfully stretching to unnatural
positions and his whole esophagus was holding his father's monster veined
steel-rod.

Enrico was not fainting anymore. That invasion was so extreme and powerful
that his body, in order to survive, had accommodated the alien presence,
accepting it and modelling its cavities around the monster shape. At that
point Salvo was insane, exploding of excitement and animal lust. He had to
impale and furiously and merciless fuck that thigh throat. So he began to
pop his python up and down, pushing harder and harder. Enrico had learned
to breath with his nose and succeeded to do it, whenever it was not buried
in his father's crotch hairs. His throat had widened so much that he could
easily accept the invading thrusts. His jaws had began to become elastic.
The initial pain was leaving place to the pleasure. His father was
violently face-fucking him with the biggest cock he could have ever
imagined to see in his life. He felt proud to give him so much pleasure. So
he really gave in, letting his father stretch and push him like a doll.

His father perceived this final surrender and started really jumping and
pushing like a possessed beast, making his son's head slam against the piss
covered floor and grunting like a raged animal. His son's mouth was the
best cunt ever encountered. He was fucking it with the same fury he had
fucked for hours his wife's tight pussy. Salvo losing his control, driving
insane, shouting obscenities that aroused the curiosity of the whole
neighbourhood. Most of the men understood what was going on, because they
knew that at that time the only one present in that flat were Salvo and his
girlish son, that beautiful sensual teen with a sensual feminine silhouette
and a hot round ass. Most of them got a big uncontrolled hard-on, imagining
that bulk of a man violating his fag son. They were dreaming of abusing him
as soon as possible, one of the next nights, when the poor boy would go
down the basement to wash the clothes. They would have fucked him in every
possible position, undisturbed and far from the watchful looks of their
wives.

Salvo fucked his son's face for about half an hour, making him lose his
consciousness. At a certain point, Enrico was just letting himself being
mechanically impaled by that huge steel-rod, forgetting who he was and who
was the man that was using him. He was flying in a sexual dimension,
exploring a deep intense and uncontrolled pleasure, the same pleasure that
was possessing his father entire body. After more than half an hour Salvo
couldn't resist anymore. He was literally exploding. He gave his last,
violent thrust and grunted so loud that he was to be heard over the
courtyard, down the street. A huge amount of sperm invaded his son's
esophagus and throat. He then pushed again. Another blast of cum. The third
one came as he had already taken his python out of his son's mouth,
covering Enrico'e entire face of thick hot cum.

Salvo stood up and spat at his son, who couldn't move and kept lying on the
wet floor like hypnotized. Salvo stretched his arms, revealing his hairy
and sweaty pits, moaning like a tired and satisfied lion after a good
meal. He then pointed his giant thong at his son's lying body and watered
him with another powerful stream of hot piss.

"I need a rest, whore. But later we work on that virgin round ass,
slut-boy!". Naked, sweaty and tired, his father went to sleep.

Enrico lied in the middle of the bathroom, unable to move, covered of piss,
cum, saliva and sweat of his father. His new life had began.

to be continued