Date: Tue, 25 May 2021 00:08:15 +0200 From: David Blader Subject: Filthy fucking family - Part 2 Disclaimer: All characters in this particular story are fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Nifty is a great platform for sharing and reading great erotic fiction. To keep it alive, I highly suggest donating to Nifty for further enjoyment and erotic pleasure a reader might experience. Thank you. Author's note: This story is intended to be pure perverted filth. It contains subjects such as incest, beastiality, scat and other extreme fetishes. If any of these things offend or disturb you, please don't read it. This work of fiction is restricted to readers over the age 18 (in some countries and states over 21). So, if you are a minor, please leave this website. If it turns you on, then get yourself comfortable, take off your pants and let your cock free while you read this disgusting piece of fiction. Hope you enjoy! ------------------------ Filthy fucking family: Chapter 2 Gentle snoring right beside his face woke Chris up. He caught himself smiling like an idiot again, he just couldn't believe that his dad slept right beside him. The snoring didn't bother Chris at all. On the contrary - it was light and fragile, with just the right rhythm to swing him back to sleep. Though he tried to move as little as possible, it seemed that Chris's sudden movements alerted Duke and in a matter of seconds, the big mutt jumped on their bed. "Mmm, good morning to you, too, boy." Rob grumbled and slowly opened his eyes, only to be assaulted by a large canine tongue. "Slept well?" Rob peeked with one eye to his boy. "Better that ever." "Did I snore?" "You always snore." Chris snickered. His hand reached over to his dad's fuzzy belly, circling the dark fur around his finger. "I don't mind it, though." He watched his father's slowly open his mouth to return all the fresh kisses Duke gave him. "But this, I do." "Huh?" "Where are my good morning kisses?" Rob let out a chuckle and snugged his son deeper into his embrace. The men kissed like true lovers. Tongue on tongue, long and hard. "Better?" "Much." Chris kissed his dad again. He was like a drug, he just couldn't get enough of the big bear. "Wanna take a shower? Rob mumbled. Chris watched and waited for the punchline. It was about to happen, he knew it." "Not an actual shower. I don't think I'm gonna shower at all." There it was. The punchline. "Like, ever?" "Would you like that?" Rob's mumbling turned into a sexy whisper. "Well..." "Come on, you know I wanna hear that." "I mean, I know it's impossible, but maybe-" "Uh-huh." "Maybe I have this fantasy in my head that we-" "Uh-huh." "Just live like two dirty freaks." "Oooh, is that so? Well, I'll have you know that I've been playing around with that idea for a while now." "Really?" "I mean, we already smell like shit and stained the bed." Rob smiled. "And yeah, and no clothes allowed, I wanna see your sexy little ass as much as I can." "You got it, daddy." "Uh, daddy - I like the sound of that." Rob's body began grinding on his son. Their cocks only grew with every touch. "So, daddy-" "Yes?" "How about that shower?" "Then get your ass to the bathroom, boy." "Oh, no, no, no." Chris smirked and whispered into his father's ear. "Right here." "But what if Owen-" "So what if uncle Owen sees that we drenched the bed in piss? I bet he'd fucking like it." "Oh, son, you have no idea what your uncle is really like." Rob snickered. "Come on, dad. Like you said, we already stained the sheets. Let's fucking do it. Let's be pigs, dad! And tell me you didn't wanna fuck uncle Owen's big, beefy ass at any given point." Rob looked at his son with a weird mixture of adoration and lust. His son was truly and utterly becoming a pervert. A pervert that he only ever wished he had. A pervert he knew he always was. "Oh, you know I did. He's been parading that ass of his all the time when he's around. Fuck, and his little kid, too." "Mmm, I'd love to see you rape little Mikey's ass in front of his dad." "Damn, son." "What? Too much?" Hell no." Rob leaned closer. "I'm just imagining Owen's face when I fuck his son shitless." "I bet he'd be hard as a rock." "Yeah, and you would stick a couple of your shitty fingers down his throat until you make him sick. Mmm, I'd love to watch you eat his puke, son." "Stick some up my ass so you can watch me ride his fat cock, daddy." Chris dreamed out loud. "Fuck, dad, please, Let's fucking do it, please, plea-" "Under one condition." "Huh? What?" Chris snapped out of his fantasies for a second. "That you never, ever, not fucking ever stop with your wild fucking ideas." Rob kissed his son hard once more before standing up. His cock was painfully hard, but with a bit of force, his piss rod erupted and showered his laying son. "That's it, boy! God, you look so handsome drinking it all up." Rob watched his morning piss soak into the cotton bedsheet, staining the otherwise white cloth in a shade of yellow. "Two dirty freaks, you said, huh, son? You have no idea what I wanna do with you, son." Chris only nodded, totally preoccupied by the sheer about of piss he had to swallow. His body hair stuck to his toned body and he smelled like a fucking bathroom, but that was all he really wanted in that moment. Pure filth and lust pulsed through his veins. "God, I think I need a fist up my ass tonight, son!" Rob slapped his ass cheeks and spread them apart. He felt his anal ring open, his crusty ass hair spreading apart, to reveal a huge shit log. Slowly, the man pushed, watching his son's craving mouth swallow his urine. "I want my fuck hole destroyed." "Yeah?" "Yeah, I want my cunt open so wide that you choke on my fucking prolapse." "Oh, fuck yeeeessss." Chris smirked and felt the big piece of crap hit his abdomen. "Oh, I fucking love your shit, dad!" He smeared it all over his chest, finally placing the nugget into his mouth, proudly chewing on his father's waste. Duke's large frame appeared next to the young man. Sniffing on the smeared crap for a bit, the big St.Bernard stuck out his tongue and began licking up the mess. "Come here, Duke, let me get a look at your hole." Chris grabbed the dog by his back legs and adjusting himself to inspect the mutt's tight hole. "That's a great hole, boy." His nose played with the wrinkled skin of his dog's anal opening. "Nice and stinky, Duke." His lips wrapped around the hole. Chris felt the mutt's large tail waggling right above him, when he started sucking and kissing. Chris lusted over the canine love hole before him. He spat on and licked it, used his tongue to slowly open the tightly shut hole and before he knew it - he stuck a finger right into Duke's hot ass. "Oooh, Duke, I think I might have to fuck you, too." Chris snickered over the shit eating dog. That moment he also realised that his father wasn't in the room. "Dad?" "Yeah, son, in a second!" He heard from the kitchen, before the man appeared with a small bottle in his hand. "Just wanted to get this." He threw the poppers towards his son. "Ever used them?" "Oh, you know I did!" Chris opened the screwed on top and took a whiff of the fine chemical rush. "Holy shit, these are good." ------------------------ Rob threw away the last bit of his inhibitions he held inside himself. He still had that one percent of himself saying, that this was not okay. But the moment he saw his son shoving his fat cock into the dog's mouth, he knew he could finally let it all go. The men took their time, they had all day and the whole cabin to themselves, but first, they have to tend their dog's own needs. It's not easy teaching a dog to piss on command, but Robert took his time in the past year to fully train his mutt for this exact opportunity. "Go on, Duke, piss!" Duke raised his leg and let out a rush of piss directly into Chris' mouth. "How's it taste?" "Oh my god, it's so fucking rancid, dad!" Chris laughed between his big gulps. "I hope you're gonna share that with me, boy." As soon as Duke finished, the men kissed. Rob's fingers reached for his kid's mouth. He shoved his fingers down the boy's tight throat. Watching his boy gag was a sight of pure bliss. His watering eyes glistened right before the flood of piss and shit vomit erupted right into his father's face. "That's it, baby, feed your old man!" Rob gulped the recycled liquids, like it was his last day on this earth. "You ready for some dog shit?" "Uh-huh-" Chris burped and licked the foamed remains of his stomach off of his dad's beard. His tongue slid up and up, until it hit Rob's nostril. "Oh you want this, fucker?" Rob shot his snot down his son's throat. "Yeah, give it back to me!" Chris spat back into his dad's wide open mouth. The men couldn't stop smiling to each other. The sexual fantasies they always wanted were finally coming true. Rob reached for the poppers once more, before his son stopped him. "Oh, wait, dad, that reminds me, I got something for us, too." "Oh yeah?" "Uh-huh. Just wait a sec." Chris hopped grabbed his backpack. "You got a lighter?" Soon the smoke of weed stunk up the place. The fog got thicker with every pass of their joint and they made sure they shared each and every one of their hits. Chris laid back on their soggy bed, letting his dad abuse his cock. The man knelt on top of his, slowly riding his son's cock, enjoying every weed induced kiss they shared. "Come on, fuck me faster." Rob demanded. "Pound my cunt hard, son." Chris grabbed his dad's asscheeks and started to pump harder. "OH YES, FUCK YOUR OLD MAN! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, SON! THAT'S IT, BREED MY SLUT HOLE, FILL ME UP!" It didn't take long, especially with Rob's dirty talk, to make his son cum up his ass. He saw it in his bloodshot eyes, the grunts indicated his son was close and then he felt it - the warm shots up his colon, coating his asshole in his son's cum. Surprisingly though, Chris didn't stop pumping. He fucked as long as he was hard and not a minute later, he stopped and smiled at his dad. "Get ready, pops." "For wha-" was the only thing before he felt he was getting filled by his boy's piss. "FUUUUUCK YES, FILL ME WITH YOUR PISS, SON! MAN, I CAN'T WAIT TO SHOOT IT DOWN YOUR THROAT!" And that is exactly what he did. Rob slid his ass off of his boy's dick and sad down on his face, releasing the vile liquids that were held inside. The poor boy couldn't breathe properly, yet alone swallow is all, but it didn't matter much. Chris just rolled over and sucked on the now fully wet sheets. His ass was perched up, like a good puppy who was ready to play. And play they did. Rob smashed his face into his son's ripe hole. Tasting the nasty anal rim, teasing it with his tongue and fingers until it eventually opened up to reveal his treat. A fat log of shit slowly emerged out of his son's hole. "Fuck, your shits are beautiful" He sucked on the brown piece, savouring it's slightly nutty flavour before breaking it off. His fingers probed the rest of the log back inside, swishing and turning it around before Rob finally stuck his fat cock inside. "Ugh, yes, daddy!" Chris snickered. "Slam that cock deep, please! Fuck me hard, like I fucked your ass, please! With each thrust his boy growled louder. He felt his son's lustful hole clenching onto his dick. He felt like Chris was playing with him. So, he did what he wanted to do for a long time. He stepped on his son's head, giving himself enough leverage to slam his cock as hard as he could. He wanted to make Chris feel every inch of his proud cock. Rob felt his balls slap hard against Chris' taint. His body fur stuck to his son's and his climax was slowly approaching. His son's growling was muddled by the soggy blankets, but the boy seemed to enjoy it even better than before. A few more times and a few more growls later, Rob shot his load into his son's ass. "Thank you, son." He whispered into his ear. "Now try to hold it in for some time, huh?" "Are you gonna piss in me, dad?" "Sure am, boy." Rob kissed his son's neck. "You feel that?" "Uh-huh." "Try to hold it in. I wanna taste that later." Rob kissed him again and finished pissing. He slid out with ease, letting his boy rest for a few minutes. "You want some breakfast?" "It's more lunchtime than breakfast." Chris panted with his legs spread wide. "But, I'd love it." ------------------------ "So, what are we eating?" Chris stepped into the kitchen. "Whoa." "What?" "Nothing, I just-" Chris laughed. "It's funny seeing a kitchen so clean after that." "I know, right?" Rob laughed with him. "And I'm making some good old ham and eggs, because I think I've never been so high in my entire life." "It's good, huh?" "Where'd you get it, anyways?" "I know a guy who deals almost anything. Hope you don't think I'm hanging out with dangerous people, pops." "Oh, no, not one bit." Robert chuckled at the sarcastic remark. "I'm just thinking of you selling your ass for weed," "You know, that means we can get it for free, right? And it's only blowjobs, if you must know" The kitchen erupted in laughter again and the men sat down and ate their meal. They chowed down as fast as he could. It was hard just sitting there and eating, when they knew they could be fucking again. Every smile and smirk, every simple eye contact made them harder and harder, until they eventually stopped eating and began kissing again. "Fuck, son, I don't think I can ever stop." "Good, cause I don't want you to stop." "Boy, you know how I get, when you keep talking like that." "Getting that itch in your ass again, pops?" "Oh, you know it's there and it's very deep this time." "Then get of that couch." Rob gladly made his way into the living room area of the cabin and plopped his ass on the leather couch. Lifting his legs and spreading them as wide as he could, he winked with his hole. "I'm still waiting for that fist, son." "Oh, you'll get it, pops, Now let me just lube that big hole." Chris knelt down and sucked on his dad's puckering anal ring. Not a moment later, a big snout joined his ravaging tongue and the crusty day old crap slowly regained it's liquid form when Duke's slobber joined the party. Rob lit another joint and leaned back. He gooned himself as much as he could handle it and enjoyed the most wonderful sight he could imagine. Fuck, he's one lucky dad, he thought and spat on his cock to lube it up. "Oh, yes, yes, yes son, push that finger in!" Rob chuckled in his bliss. "Stretch my fuck hole and don't be fucking gentle!" "Jeez, you're a needy fucking thing, aren't you?" Chris laughed. "Wouldn't you be if your son is finally gonna fist your ass?" He has a point, Chris thought and went straight in with three fingers. "FUCK YES, DO IT! MAKE DADDY SQUEAL! PUSH THE OTHER FINGERS IN! MAKE MY SHIT YOUR LUBE, BOY! PUNCH MU SLUT HOLE!" The young man watched his father's body twitch and squirm, his eyes rolled back from the pure ecstasy he experienced. Rob felt another finger slide into his hole, yet he still wasn't satisfied. A growl escaped his mouth, which indicated that he wants more. And more he got. "Oh, fuck yes, that looks so hot, dad! You took my fist like a pro." "Now punch fuck me, son!" "Wow, okay, still pushy huh?" "Boy, I don't wanna feel my ass clench!" "You got it, dad." Chris smirked and began to push his fist further. "Come on, faster, fucker!" Chris took the command very seriously - his fist moved rapidly, feeling the sloppy shit leftovers cover his wrist and lubing the rest of his fist. His father's mouth let out noises Chris has never heard before. Screams and growls that resembled a man being tortured, but his expression said otherwise. The man squirmed around, furiously jerking his throbbing cock and letting his animalistic side take over. "HOLY FUCKING HELL BOY, THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT, DESTROY THAT FUCKING SLOPPY MAN HOLE! WRECK MY FUCKING CUNT! FUCK, PUNCH MY ASSHOLE HARDER, FAGGOT!" ------------------------ The room was filled with sounds of sex and pure sodomy. The two men - father and son - were wrapped in their filthy perverse acts, so much so that they didn't hear a car park right next to the cabin. They didn't hear the key unlock front door and they didn't hear a man and his son step in. "It stinks, dad." The little boy cringed. "Yeah, it sure does, Tim." The man stopped at the doorframe and crossed his arms. His blood rushed to his head and his teeth grinded from what could only be described as pure anger. "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, ROB!?" The loud boom broke into the room like an out of control truck and Rob hazily looked over at his brother. "Owen!" Rob smiled back at his brother. He was a three years younger than Rob, although with his bald head and some silver hairs in his beard, he did look older. "Don't you fucking `Owen' me, Rob. What the hell is this, why the fuck-" "Are you fucking blind, man?" Rob laughed back. "I'm getting my ass fisted by my son." "Holy fucking hell." Owen sighed. "Are you fucking insane? Do you know how crazy this is?" "Hehe-yeah!" Rob laughed back once more. "Come now, Chris, don't stop, please, show your uncle what hour hand can do!" "You got it, dad." Chris smiled back and continued to fist. "You two are fucking disgusting." Owen scolded. "God... everything is covered in shit." Owen sighed. "You like that, Ow?" "What?" "Oh don't fucking lie to yourself, Owen." Rob smiled back. "If really grossed you out so much, you would've run out that door in an instant." Owen stood there in silence. He honestly didn't know what to say. Only a fragment of his memory played on loop in his head. Of him and his brother right before the trip. Of that one talk they had, that made Owen harder than ever before. "I'm finally doing it, Owen." Rob continued. "I took my chance and now I'm having the hottest, most disgusting sex I always wanted. And with my gorgeous fucking son, too. So what are you waiting for?" "But it's so soon..." Owen mumbled back. "You two talked about this?" Chris wondered in between. "Oh, yeah." Rob smiled. "I told your uncle how much I wanted this. All of this. Got him hard as a rock." "Uncle Owen?" Chris smiled back. "What's holding you back? We're all men here." "It's-" Owen gulped down a sizeable chunk of saliva. "It's just that Tim-" "Oh, he's gonna learn about sex sooner or later, right Tim?" "I already know a lot!" Tim grinned back at Rob. "From what your dad told me, he really did teach you, boy." Rob winked back. "Seems like this is a Coleman thing, huh?" Chris laughed at his own remark. "Besides. Didn't you say you wanted to fuck that 10 year old ass? And Tim's already hard!" Owen glanced at his boy's tenting shorts, then at his own. He quickly knelt before his son. "Son, I-" he hesitated again. His hands trembled when he touched his boy's shoulders. "You know how we started to bond these past few weeks?" "Yes, dad." "And how I really like what we were doing at night?" "Yep, I liked it, too." "Well, it seems like Chris and uncle Rob are way ahead of us." Tim looked over his dad's shoulder and scanned the scene. Chris' hand slid in and out of Rob's ass with such ease. Rob went crosseyed and filled the room with soft moans again. "I want you to wait a bit, maybe grow up a bit, too. But you know what we talked about, and I can't keep it to myself anymore son, I'm so hard just thinking about it." "I'm hard, too, dad." "I can see that." Owen caressed his son's tenting crotch. "So what do you say? Wanna let loose with dad and have some fun?" "Yes, dad!" Owen just smiled and kissed his son on the lips. His rough beard grinded up Tim's soft face, their tongues played with each other until Tim sucked on his dad's tongue. "That's really fucking hot, brother." Rob whispered into his brother's ear. Owen didn't even realise that both his brother and nephew were slowly undressing him. Piece by piece his clothing went missing until he was fully naked. "Get naked, too, son." Owen smirked and watched his boy undress. His little body glowed in the afternoon light and his little cock stood like a proud soldier. "God, you're so fucking cute, son." "Thanks, daddy." "You both are just too much, uncle Owen." Chris smiled. His hands slid up and down their bodies. One was big and hairy, his muscles were toned and his stomach was tight. The other was small, smooth, warm and frailer to the touch. "Thank you, Chri-" Before Owen could answer, Chris locked his lips to his bearded uncle. A moment of hesitation lingered between them. "Something wrong, uncle?" "Oh, uh-no." Owen laughed. "I-uh, never tasted shit." "What? Never?" "Nope. I guess that's just something I never tried." "Well, get used to it, cause you are too clean." Chris kissed his uncle again and this time, Owen didn't dither. His reluctancy quickly fades away, when he realised he didn't mind the taste of shit at all. It was something his brother and him talked about, yet he always chickened out. "Aaah!" Owen heard his son's whimper and broke their kiss, realising his brother took his boy to the couch and spread his legs wide. "That's it, Timmy, open your ass for me." Rob knelt on the floor, slowly fingering the boy's virgin hole. "Oh, you are gonna get fucked so hard, Tim, you have no idea." "Is is gonna hurt, uncle?" "Oh yeah, it's gonna fucking hurt at first, but I got something to ease that." He handed his nephew the small bottle. "Really Rob, poppers on the kid?" Owen whined. "If you want our cocks to rub inside your boy's hole, then yeah, Tim's gonna need all the help he could get. Now sniff this, boy." Tim's first chemical hit hit him and his tense body relaxed instantly. "That's it, boy, open your pretty hole." Rob chuckled and stuck his second finger in. Owen still couldn't believe the sight - his brother fingering his son, getting him ready for his throbbing cock. It all felt like a fever dream, when he sad Rob's finger retract out of the boy's hole, covered in shit. Rob smiled at the 10 year old and just sucked his finger. "Wanna try it, Tim?" "Uh-yeah.." "It's not that bad, as you think." Rob placed finger in front of the boy, who in turn licked the tip. "Don't be so gentle boy, suck it all up." Meanwhile, Owen panted slowly when he discovered another tongue licking the tip of his heavy cock. "What the-" "Yeah, hope you don't mind Duke, uncle Ow." "Oh, fuck no." Owen smiled. "I always wanted to do that." "You know, Duke's very gentle, you can shove that cock right inside his slobberhole. "Really?" "Yeah, try it." And Owen grabbed Duke's head and slowly pushed his cock down the dog's throat. "Holy fucking shit!" "Nice, huh?" "So fucking slimy." "Here, I think you'd like this, too." Chris lit another joint and handed it over to his uncle. "Now raise that arm, I want that pit in my face!" Chris slimed up his uncle's furry pit, savouring the taste of day old sweat and Owen took a hit of the joint. "Okay, wow, this is nice." "You haven't tried nothing yet, brother!" Robert stood up and kissed his brother. "And share the weed, man." He took the joint and turned to Tim. "Your turn, Timbo!" "Really? I can smoke now?" Tim wondered. "I think your dad wouldn't mind, huh?" Rob turned to his brother. Owen, still with his cock down the dog's throat just stared blankly at his boy's face. His mouth had a shit smear, he would gladly lick it off, His cock throbbed once more, when Chris carefully bit his nipple. "To hell with it, do it son, let's get fucked up tonight." So Owen watched his son toke up for the first time. Admittedly, Tim almost coughed his lungs out the first few puffs. But after a couple of tries, the kid got it down and Owen couldn't be prouder. Owen was done slobbering up his cock and dog drool was basically flowing down his legs at this point. "Chris, get the beer I brought with me, please." "Sure thing, unc." "Now, Tim." Owen ssaid with a bit of an authoritarian voice. "Spread your legs again." "Like this dad?" "Just like this, son."Owen knelt down and instantly began sucking on the boy's pink pucker. "Oh, daddy! I love it daddy!" "Enjoy it while you can, son." Owen growled. "Cause I'll fuck you so hard, you'll faint."