Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2023 13:43:29 +0000
From: Oz Mann <relix1051@outlook.com>
Subject: The Morrissey Family PART TWO

THE MORRISSEY FAMILY Ff Mm mf MM FF

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The Morrissey Family
Part Two: Alfie's Initiation

With everyone else gone their ways upstairs at the Morrissey house, Alfie,
felt left out.

"What about me?" said the 11-year-old, turning to his ma and pa, clearly
disappointed he had been left behind. "My cock is so hard right now."

"Well, I have a suggestion you might be interested in," said Brendan, his
pa, with a wicked grin. "Why don't you and your ma join me in the
basement?"

Catherine, the boy's ma, positively cooed, knowing full well what was to be
had in the basement, a place strictly off limits to any Morrissey kids .

"Oh, Alfie, you really are the lucky one, aren't you? The thought of you
joining us down there has my cunt positively dripping already," she said,
her eyes wide as she smiled at the boy. A hand instinctively went to her
clitoris and flicked it, her fingers instantly awash with her vagina fluids
held in her thick pubic hair. "But do you think he's ready, darlin'?" she
added, her head turned to her husband.

"To be sure, honey! Now's the right time. What are the chances of us all
being together again any time soon? Paddy and Ail' will be back to their
religious communities in two days. Let's make this the ultimate
visit-to-remember for them." Brendan's hand had grabbed his very erect
penis through his baggy pants and gave it a good squeeze. "There'll never
be a repeat of this weekend, let's face it."

All the while, Alfie stood as though in a trance, his mouth hanging open,
staring at his father. The basement was out-of-bounds; when he and his
siblings spoke amongst themselves about it, it was always in hushed tones -
they never even went closer than arm's length of the locked door, curious
as they were as to what lay beyond it. Alan, in particular, would change
the subject when ever it was brought up. Yet now, all of a sudden, he was
being invited to join his ma and pa down there. His heart raced and his
mouth went dry; he was excited and at the same time bewildered and
anxious. His penis throbbed in anticipation, the tip oozing some watery
pre-cum onto the material of his pants. Before he could gather his
thoughts, Brendan swept the boy up with both hands, and held him on his
right arm. He took his wife's hand, pulled her towards him, smiled at her,
then kissed the boy on the cheek. Putting his arm around Catherine, he
grabbed her left breast and squeezed it as they headed to the door that led
to the basement. He punched in the six digit code on the digital lock, and
the door swung open. A soft amber light at the bottom of the stairs began
pulsating and they made their way down. The door shut softly behind them,
the bolts sliding into place noisily. Once on the floor, Brendan put the
boy down; he stood between his ma and pa, each of which took one of his
hands.

"Welcome to The Cell, son," said Brendan softly, squeezing the boys hand;
Alfie looked up at his ma who smiled knowingly down at him. "Why don't you
have a look around, while your ma and I get ready?"

Both parents let go of the boy's hands and he began to walk slowly, wide
eyed, towards what looked like a crucifix on its side, each of the arms
fitted with leather restraints at their ends. It stood bathed in the soft
pulsating amber light directly above it, now a little brighter as his eyes
had adjusted. It was heavily stained from years of sweat and blood, the
wooden beams hard and formidable, thick and heavy, the grain of the glossy,
honeyed timber highlighted by the dark lines of soaked-in fluids from the
bodies that writhed against them as they endured their penance - and theirs
was the greater due to the grotesqueness of their sins.

Alfie flinched as he touched the smooth, glossy surface of the wood. Surely
this was not for him, he thought. Out of the darkness to his left, in a
corner, stood what looked like an altar. He'd seen plenty at his church, so
the form and shape was easily recognised. He moved towards it, stepping
over the raised perimeter set about two metres back on each side, and saw
it was covered in an olive green velvet cloth; it felt soft and warm to his
touch. As he stroked the material, a pale blue light bathed both he and the
plinth, turning it a more purple colour, its sharp edges marked by darkness
where the light fell to the floor.

His ma and pa had come back, both in thin, filmy shroud-like robes with
hoods, making them appear ghostly. They said nothing. His pa stood in front
of him, his huge erection standing proud in blue light, his torso in the
shadow of the hood.

His ma stood behind him, and began to undress him, her fingers stroking up
his bare torso as she lifted his shirt; he raised his arms as she pulled it
over his head, her hands cupping his face from behind having dropped the
shirt. She leant in and kissed his head. She took his shoulders and turned
him to face her. He could see her hard thick nipples pointing away from her
huge pendulous motherly breasts as she leaned in to undo the buttons on his
pants, the deep cleft between them highlighted in the shadow of her
hood. By the time she had pulled his pants off, his penis stood painfully
hard and throbbing. She knelt and kissed his body, little butterfly kisses
across his belly, then his chest, her tongue lingering on each of his
nipples. They hardened in response and she took them between her teeth,
gently nibbling them.The thrill of her mouth on him sent shivers through
his body like electric shocks, all the charges shooting to his throbbing
penis, now lodged between his ma's soft, round breasts, as she straightened
to kiss his face. He felt the hard nipples drag on his thighs through the
filmy material as her mouth took his, and her tongue drove into it. He
fairly swooned as her tongue explored his mouth, the warm wet invader in a
tussle with his, defenceless but willing. Her arms trapped him and he felt
her thrust her hips at his body, her breathing intensifying. She pulled
away suddenly, releasing him; he felt his pa's hands on his shoulders. He
turned his son around and looked down at him. Stepping back towards the
plinth, he sat on the edge, his legs splayed out, the robe falling to the
sides of his legs, the huge penis throbbing in the soft light, beckoning
the boy.

His ma ushered him forward from behind, pressing him down to kneel in front
of his father.

"It's time you became a man, son," said Brendan, barely whispering, his
tone suggesting a lament for the loss of innocence about to be
initiated. His ma moved next to him on his right, kneeling beside him. She
kept looking longingly at his face as she reached for her husband's
penis. She leant in, turning her head and took the entire shaft into her
throat, slowly working her head up and down on it. She moaned in delight,
her left hand at her vagina, rubbing her clitoris in a steady rhythm.

Brendan's eyes never left the boy's face, Alfie's eyes now locked onto his
pa's.

"You need to do exactly what your ma is doing," he said. "Are you up to it,
son?"

Alfie's face remained blank, but Brendan could see the look of
determination in the boy's eyes, as his nodding head answered the question.

Catherine pulled away form her husband, drawing Alfie in by the shoulder.

"You can do it, I know you can - you're a Morrissey man now," she said
proudly.

The boy shuffled forward on his knees and took his pa's thick veiny shaft
in both hands at the base. He lowered his head and opened his mouth as wide
as possible, taking the head to the back of his mouth.

"Oh God, yes, boy - suck your pa's hard fucking cock like a man." Brendan
held his son's head, savouring the sensation of the whole of his penis head
pressed against the warm wetness of the boy's mouth and two inches of the
shaft, marked by Alfie's teeth. Brendan let go of the boy's head in time to
let him get a breath, Alfie's fingers gripping his pa's thighs tighter and
tighter indicating it was time.

He took several deep breaths, looking to his ma for a signal that he was
doing good. Catherine smiled and kissed him on the lips and face, stroking
it with her fingers.

"Take that big cock of your pa's down your throat now, let him fuck you to
manhood, my beautiful boy."

Alfie said nothing, his eyes drilling into his ma's, giving a brief nod as
he turned back to his father's penis, still throbbing rhythmically. He took
it in his mouth, again holding it by the base with both hands. He pushed
down as his father thrust his hips up, the big mushroom head pushing past
his throat sphincter, it relaxing sufficiently to prevent too much of a
reflex gag. He convulsed a few times, the slimy mess running out his nose,
what space left in his mouth, filling and spewing out. But he persisted,
and his father pushed on, getting a rhythm going briefly before the boy had
to release. He pulled back his head, the thick slimy gel-like fluid
dribbling onto his chest. He rubbed his face to clear the mess and without
a word, took his pa's cock back into his mouth, forcing it deeper. This
time he took his hands off the shaft and let his pa drive it full length
down his throat. He convulsed but kept it in; a few more thrusts and he
could feel his pa's pubic patch of hair on his nose. He knew he had made
it, just as he convulsed and spewed more slime out his nose and mouth, it
splashing and pooling at his knees. His father held his head and drove on,
the boy determined to hold it in, his initial trepidation now giving way to
a sense of satisfaction and pride.

Once more, he was released to fill his lungs with air. His ma leaned in and
kissed his slime-covered face, licking it clean. She pulled back from him,
her fingers working her vagina nonstop.

"You're doing so great," she beamed at him, the thrill of watching him
swallow the huge shaft that had delivered the seed into her womb to create
him finally pushing her to orgasm; she closed her eyes briefly to enjoy the
rhythm of the spasms wash over her silently.

"I'm proud of you son," said Brendan. "By Jesus, if you haven't set a
record for beginner deep throating, I'll be damned! Now finish the job -
blow your pa's load of sperm down your throat!"

Alfie didn't need any further motivating. He took the penis straight down
his throat and let his pa fuck him. He put his hands on his thighs as his
pa raised himself off the edge of the plinth, and holding the boy's head
with both hands, slammed as hard as he could into his son.

"Oh fuck yes...dear Jesus, yes..yes...yessssss!" Brendan screwed his face
up in sheer bliss as he pumped four or five strings of semen down his son's
throat, the last one spewing out Alfie's mouth and nose. Brendan pulled out
and sat back on the plinth, staring in awe at his son.

Catherine immediately licked all the semen and slime from her son's face,
savouring the taste as she finger fucked her dripping vagina. Once cleaned
up, she turned to her husband and took his still hard penis in her mouth,
bathing it with her tongue, removing every bit of his semen and her son's
slimy fluid, gulping the sloppy mess down hungrily. On the last swallow,
she thrust her hips forward and sprayed Alfie with a long stream from her
vulva before dropping onto her buttocks on the floor.

"Holy fucking mother of God, Alfie - you are just fucking amazing," she
said, her head shaking from side to side, still not able to take in
completely what she had just experienced.

Brendan reached a hand out to Alfie. Taking it, he pressed up against his
pa, his arms flung tight around his neck. Father and son then kissed
passionately like new lovers, the emotion of the experience overwhelming
both of them

"I love you so much pa," said Alfie in tears.

"You have no idea how much I love you too, son", said Brendan, wiping the
boy's face with both hands.

"When you're ready, I'll give you my boy cunt - I know that's the pinnacle
of love between us. I can't wait!" said Alfie with a sly grin.

"Boy, I need some air first. If that's how you blow your pa, I think I'll
need oxygen when I take your arse!"

Alfie turned around, his smooth boy butt cheeks trapping the flaccid penis
of his pa, as his pa's arms still held him close around his chest. He
smiled broadly at his ma; she moved to her knees in front of him, and took
his still hard penis in her hand.

"You need relief, son. All that work needs a reward," she said, her eyes
filled with pure lust now. "And I need that boy-to-man seed in my belly. Oh
God, yes, I do."

Catherine moved in and with her tongue out, licked Alfie's tight ball sack
up and down, sucking on it as she went. Then she took the whole of it into
her mouth, her tongue dancing across the rippled skin. Then she took the
whole penis shaft into her mouth, the tip poking her throat. She sucked in
as hard as she could and drew her head back.

"Oh,ma..that's so wonderful," was all the boy could say with bated breath,
his head back, his eyes screwed closed. He could feel his pa's penis start
to rise between his legs and in no time the monster shaft was rock hard
again, the mushroom head clear of his ball bag, rubbing the chin of his ma.

Catherine alternated between sucking the boy's penis and lapping her
husband's bulbous penis head, all the while moaning and grunting as her
fingers rasped her clitoris, dipping deep into her vagina randomly. Her
mouth vacuumed the boy's penis, she sensing he was very near to orgasm, his
breathing short and sharp. A moment later he let out out a cry of joy and
relief as he exploded into his ma's mouth, instinctively reaching his hands
out to hold her head as he spasmed and spewed his seed down her open
throat. And as at last he started to relax, again he felt the hot spray on
his feet and legs from his ma's vulva as she climaxed too.

"Oh my fucking Jesus, I loved that", said Catherine. She grabbed her son's
penis and kissed it, licking it clean, savouring every drop of his
semen. "Wash my face clean, baby... give me a good hosing now." She pulled
back a little and sat on her heels, her hands reaching up to hold her saggy
breasts, pinching the nipples. Alfie started to piss, the hot jet of golden
nectar hard on his ma's face. She twisted and turned so her whole face was
bathed in it, opening her mouth to get mouthfuls which she swallowed
greedily. When Alfie was finally finished, she looked at her husband. "I
need more." She squeezed her breasts, pulling the nipples, as Brendan's
piss stream hosed them from between Alfie's legs. She brought her fingers
up to her mouth and sucked them dry, only to return them for more. When it
finally ended, she rose to her knees and reached up to kiss her son and
husband alternately, their tongues enjoying the remnants of their piss
treat.

"You men really know how to spoil an old cunt like me," she said with a
laugh.

"No one can ever be better than you, ma," said Alfie lovingly. He moved out
of his pa's arms and hugged his ma, her big breasts pressed hard against
his belly. He turned his mouth up to hers and they kissed passionately.

`Now ain't that the truth," said Brendan with a loving smile, stroking
their faces with each of his hands.

After a few minutes respite, Brendan shifted and announced, "It's time."

Catherine and Brendan stood up, their robes being discarded. Catherine
directed Alfie to bend over the edge of the plinth where his pa had been
sitting, spreading his feet with her own.

"Let me get you nicely lubed up for your pa," she said quietly, dropping to
her knees and spreading his butt cheeks with both hands. Without any
hesitation, her face pushed forward, the warmth of her son's soft butt skin
on her cheeks causing her to draw in his aroma deeply through her flared
nostrils, letting out a satisfying sigh. Her tongue, flattened, washed his
anus rosebud, up and down and round and round, then shaped to a point, she
drilled it into the tight hole, pulling the cheeks as far apart as
possible. Deeper and deeper she drove it, the thrill of her tongue making
the boy groan with delight and lust. Catherine's fingers were again working
her clitoris, and after several minutes she again exploded with her orgasm,
her vulva spraying another jet stream onto the floor, the loud splashing
sound finally brining her back down to earth. "He's ready, darlin', best
take him now."

"Onto the altar, son," said Brendan. "Time to sacrifice your childhood to
the glory of manhood."

Catherine got onto the plinth and lay on her back, legs spread and bent at
the knees, her head towards the long end. Brendan positioned his son on all
fours, his arms just touching his ma's thighs, his face staring down at her
thick saturated pubic bush. He got onto the plinth behind Alfie, his turgid
penis throbbing. He pushed the boy's head and shoulders down such that his
mouth was immediately above his ma's vagina, his nostrils taking in her
lustful aroma as the hairs brushed his face. Brendan positioned himself so
that the mushroom of his penis was squarely on target at the boy's anus,
the ring flared outward some, covered in his ma's saliva. Brendan looked at
his wife and gave a little nod as he let a little saliva drip from his
mouth onto his penis shaft. She grabbed Alfie's head and pulled him down
hard, his mouth gaping over her slimy wet vagina as Brendan pushed into the
boy's anus with enough force to break the resistance. Alfie stifled a
scream by sucking on his ma's fleshy vagina as his ma held him close. He
wrapped his arms around her thighs, breathing hard through his nostrils. He
was wide eyed now, his lips pursed as he pulled his face up, his ma having
released her grip. The air whistled as his breathing sped up, and he
started to move in rhythm with his pa, who had sped up his movement,
pushing deeper, with long hard piston strokes into the boy's anus.

"Oh fuck yes..Jesus, Mary and Jospeh, this is surely heaven!" spat out
Brendan, lost in the euphoria of making love to his youngest boy, the last
to be made a man by his monster penis as it drove to orgasm in the boy's
tight love tunnel. But it couldn't last, and in no time at all, Brendan
shot another four or five strings of semen into the boy's rectum, his
pumping motion slowing down as if the engine's power had been cut off. As
he was about to pull out, Catherine screamed and shot another jet stream
from her vulva, spraying Alfie's face and chest. He moved to the side and a
second jet hosed Brendan, Catherine's fingers pulling her vagina wide open,
her juices puddling in the pink opening to her vagina. Brendan pulled out
of his son's anus with a plop, his penis still semi rigid. Catherine got
off the plinth and immediately began deep kissing her boy before taking her
husband's penis in her mouth, licking it clean. She smiled and opened her
mouth wide when he let go a stream of urine onto her face, her mouth
greedily swallowing as much as she could. She lay on the floor and had
Alfie straddle her, lowering his gorgeous butt cheeks to her face. She
reached up and spread them, her tongue eagerly seeking out the hole,
tasting her husband's semen as it dripped out. She pulled him down hard and
sucked on his anus, taking    a stream of semen until
she could get no more out. She sighed contentedly as the boy stood and
hugged his pa, holding the thick penis in his hand, a look of satisfaction
making him smile, knowing how well he had taken it so deep inside his young
body..

Brendan sat on the plinth, relaxed and satiated; Catherine moved up to join
him. They both looked lovingly down at their son who sat in front of them
on the floor, hands behind, legs spread, a look of delight on his face. All
three knew things would never be the same from this point forward.

"Let's get back to the rest of the family," said Brendan. "We've still got
the rest of the weekend to plan out before Paddy and Ail' need to leave."

The three of them went to a bathroom beneath the stairs. It was tiled in
white, lit by a soft pink light. There were three shower heads sticking out
of the wall and they washed each other vigorously, soaping up generously
and rinsing off. They hugged and kissed before towelling off and getting
dressed. The lights went off as the door closed silently, the bolts sliding
firmly into place behind them.

PART THREE to follow

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