Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2022 17:14:54 +0000 From: Jane Smith Subject: Breed The Boy Of Your Dreams You can contact me at allseeingpigeon@outlook.com. I read all emails, though I may not respond. Ideas and feedback are always welcome. Please do not send pics without asking first. This story is fantasy and has no basis in reality. Nifty is a vast, invaluable resource, so why not make a financial contribution at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ? --------------------------------------------------------------------------- My son Benji often slept in my bed since his Mom passed. We'd been divorced a few years before her death, but I'd still had regular access, and now she was gone I had full custody. He didn't really have nightmares, but he seemed to enjoy sharing my warmth. And I was more than happy to share it with him. He was a stunning little kid, absolutely stunning; smooth, pale skin; inky black hair; blue eyes. A pert little mouth. Deep pink lips. A tiny, plump ass... narrow shoulders... yeah, if it sounded like I'd spent a lot of time obsessing over my sexy son, it was because I had. It had seemed like a safe obsession at first. His mom and I split while he was a toddler, and as he'd grown older I only saw him once every two weeks. We'd have play time together, a meal, the occasional overnight stay. Then he'd go home and I'd stroke my dick, fantasizing over all the ways I wanted to fuck him. I could never edge myself. The desire was too intense, my need to cum too strong. Now he was living with me. All the time. And my dick was hard. All. The. Time. He was a wriggly sleeper. I'd lost count of the number of times I'd woken in the middle of the night to find him spooning back against me. My arm would always be around him, my hand on his chest, his ass pressing into my groin. Soon -- very soon -- I was going to do something I couldn't take back. I was frightened by that idea. I was excited. What had never crossed my mind was that Benji wanted me to cross that line. I woke one night, with my son wriggling as usual. My cock was hard. The damp spot on my sleep shorts told me Benji had been wriggling a while. Then other sensations made themselves known. He wasn't just sleep-wriggling. My little boy was grinding, deliberately grinding, that pert ass against my hard-on. He'd put my hand on his chest, but he was holding my fingers over his nipple. Simulating a pinch. My breathing deepened. Little brain took over. The caring, responsible father checked out, and the pervert Daddy who wanted to fuck his son stepped forward. I pressed a slow, damp kiss against the side of Benji's neck. He stopped moving immediately, his whole body tensing up. "Don't stop," I whispered. "Daddy...?" "I like it." I humped his round little ass. There were two layers of fabric between us. That wasn't going to last long. "Feels real good, baby boy." To reinforce my point I squeezed his nipple. A real pinch. Hard enough to feel, not enough to hurt. Not yet. His sharp intake of breath made my cock lurch. We settled into a rhythm, rapidly increasing -- he ground back on my erection, I humped forward into his crack. I pinched his nipple harder and made him yelp. My hand slid lower. Playing with the waistband of his pyjama shorts. "Do you want me to touch your dick?" I breathed in his ear. "Want me to make you feel good?" "Uh huh," he replied, snatching down a frantic breath. I pushed my hand under the waistband. Over his hip. Fingers tracing the tiny crease between his pelvis and thigh. My fingertips closed on the head of his boycock. He was hard. A few inches. Tiny balls. Smooth, smooth, smooth. He shivered and gasped. I kissed the back of his neck again. Open-mouthed this time, wet, messy. I wanted his lips and his dick and his ass. I wanted everything and I was going to have it. Knowing I was going to cum way too soon if I carried on humping my son, I pulled my hand out of his shorts and gently tugged. He wriggled out of them. I yanked mine off and tossed both garments aside. Unimpeded by cloth, my hand splayed over his cock and balls. I rolled my palm over his dick. I wanted to suck it into my mouth, tongue the sensitive head until he whimpered and begged, but there was time for that later. "I need to fuck you," I said between more wet kisses to the back of his neck and shoulders. He smelled so good. "Do you know what that means?" No hesitation. "You put your thing inside me until white stuff shoots out." He was so fucking adorable. "My cock," I corrected. "I'm going to lube up my cock -- that means it gets all slippery -- and lube up your virgin asshole. I'm going to push my cock inside your hole." I played with his dick while I whispered filth in his ear. "Fucking creates friction on my cock, like this." I curled my fingers around his tiny spike. "Eventually it feels so good I'm gonna cum inside you. Daddy gets to shoot all his gooey white spunk in your hole. Sound good?" "Sounds messy," he giggled. "It will be." The idea of plastering my son with cream made my balls throb. "And I'm not gonna lie, it's gonna hurt. But you'll learn to like it." Now he hesitated. "Will you like it?" he asked slowly. "I'm gonna love fucking you," I said truthfully. "You'll make your Daddy real happy." I hoped he didn't change his mind. It didn't matter either way -- I was going to have him come Hell or high water -- but it would be easier if he didn't fight me. Maybe I did want him to fight me, though. Just a little. "I want to make you happy," he said eventually. I heard the certainty in his voice. Damn. "And you will," I said, kissing the side of his jaw. "Don't move. I want you in this position." Then, because I was a fucking pervert, I added, "To start with." I scooted back just far enough that I could scrabble a hand into my bedside drawer. I pulled out a bottle of lube. Then, because I wanted to see what I was doing -- to see my little boy's beautiful body as I fucked his virgin ass -- I flicked on the bedside lamp. Soft yellow light filled the room. Filthy fantasies spilled through my mind, fantasies that were about to become reality. Pushing the blanket aside, I moved back in close to my son's naked body, drinking in the sight of him. His pale skin was flushed. His tiny little dick was bright pink. Gorgeous. "Bring your knee up to your chest," I said, tapping his upper leg. "Wrap your arm around it. Keep it in position." He did as he was told. I settled behind him. Squeezed lube onto my fingers, working the slippery substance between them. Moved my hand down to his ass. I took my time. Savoured the moment. Pressed my slick fingertip to his tiny, puckered little hole. I pushed against the resistance. His muscles tried to push me out. Benji made a shocked noise, quickly stifled by the pillow. "Hold on," I said. "It'll be better once my finger is in." "That's not your cock, Daddy?" His dismay was easy to hear. "Not even close, baby." I expected him to change his mind. Instead he held still and let me work my big adult finger deep inside his boypussy. I slid my finger in and out a few times. Working him open. Enjoying the little gasps he made, part pain, part pleasure -- particularly when I found his prostate. I focussed on that area, tagging it again and again. Pretty soon Benji was whimpering. Fucking back against my finger. He looked so sexy, so wanton, this newly-discovered sexual creature... and he belonged to me. His humping grew wilder. He was gripping the bedsheets, moaning, shaking... finally his whole body stiffened, and he let out a single high-pitched keen. Then he slumped, shaking, trembling. Breathing hard. "That was an orgasm," I whispered in his ear as I slowly fingered him. "When you're older you'll be able to shoot cum, like Daddy does." "I want to see it," he slurred. "I want to see the white stuff shooting out of your thing. Your cum," he corrected in his little voice, "shooting out of your cock." "My hard Daddy cock," I agreed. Now he was a little stretched, I added a second. He whimpered again, and when I added a third, he yelped. My fingers in his tight hole hurt him. I was going to hurt him more before I was done. To take his mind off it, I rubbed his dick and occasionally pinched his nipples. He was as stretched as he was going to be and my fingers were starting to cramp. I pulled them out, marvelling at the way his hole gaped and then started to close. I lubed up my cock. Lined it up with his slightly swollen hole. "Get ready, baby." I licked his earlobe. Bit down, just slightly. Pushed my cock inside him. The resistance was immediate and fierce, from both my boy and his hole. He struggled against me, crying out, trying to get away. I slapped a hand over his mouth, using my arm and body weight to clamp him on the bed. I pushed deeper inside him, inch by inch, trying to ignore his muffled scream. Eventually I was buried in him balls deep. His smooth ass cheeks were flush with my pelvis. His hole was tight -- so fucking tight -- and hot. He was strangling my cock and it felt so good. "That's the worst of it," I panted. "If I let go of your mouth, are you going to be a good boy? You want to be a good boy for your Daddy, right?" He sniffled out a reply. "Can't hear you, son." "I'll be good for you, Daddy." Then, more strongly, "I want to be good for you." My beautiful, sweet little boy. Slowly -- slowly -- I pulled back, until just the head of my cock was inside him. It looked absolutely fucking obscene; a big adult cock inside a tiny little boy ass. I fucked my son. Slow and deep. Holding him, pinching his nipples with increasing viciousness, enjoying his cries of pain. Soon I was fucking him hard. Deep. Rough. He was being too noisy so I covered his mouth again. I wanted more. It was easy to roll him onto his stomach, and it allowed me to fuck his tender young hole even harder, pounding into him. My balls slapped his ass. He was crying. I got my arm around his neck, choking off his air -- a little -- a little more -- His cries cut off. He clawed at my arm. I ploughed his hole, slamming him into the mattress. His body went limp. He fell silent. I'd choked him out. It was enough to make me cum. I fucked him hard, ramming my cock into his slick hole, roaring as intense pleasure surged through my whole system. But my orgasm didn't stop. I kept on cumming. Keep on shooting. Spurt after spurt in my son's used ass, well beyond what even an exceptional man could shoot. But I couldn't stop, couldn't pull out, because the toe-curling pleasure had me firmly in its grip. All I could do was hold onto my son as I pumped him full. We stayed like that for... God, I had no idea. Minutes? And still my dick kept shooting. The initial bone-deep pleasure had given way to a gentler tingle around the base of my spine. "Daddy..." Benji's voice was nothing more than a gasp. I got my arm off his throat and let him take a breath. He coughed. "Daddy... my tummy feels weird..." I wrapped my arm around him and rolled us back into our sides, then splayed my hand over his stomach. It was swollen. Not just a little swollen -- as if he'd eaten a big meal -- but bloated, as if someone had shoved a bicycle pump up his ass. Oh, God. My cum. I was still pumping him full of my seed. Why wasn't it stopping? Why couldn't I pull out? I tried, but it was as if my hips wouldn't move. "Relax," I said, still rubbing his belly. Even though I'd just shot my load -- was still shooting -- I was still rock hard inside him. Filling him up. Filling his swollen belly... With a new moan I started fucking him again, hearing the wet slap of spunk on skin. He was driving me crazy. His pregnant little kid belly, swollen with cum -- God -- oh God -- My orgasm, which hadn't exactly stopped, fired back into intense, agonising life. I threw my head back and yelled. Gradually my orgasm began to ebb away. My balls had run dry. I had no idea how I'd produced so much cum, and the mess was going to be something, but holding my son like this... my hand on his belly... "I'm going to pull out," I whispered. "Clench your ass, baby, as hard as you can." I slid out, still holding his belly. My cock was still hard. Benji whimpered. A squirt of cum dribbled out of his ass. "Sit on my face," I growled, flopping onto my back. "Huh?" "Sit on my face!" I snapped. Trembling with his effort not to leak any more than he already had, visibly distressed by his distended belly, he crawled into position, sliding his knees on either side of my head. I grabbed his hips and pulled him down. I drilled my tongue into his cummy, swollen hole. With both hands on his hips, I pressed my fingers into his belly. He gasped and whimpered, shaking, on the edge of tears again. His little dick stuck out straight in front of him. I ate his hole like a starving man, scooping out my own cum. Squeezing his belly. "Daddy! I can't -- I can't --" "Let it go," I croaked, biting his ass cheek. His hole relaxed. My spunk came pouring out of him, splashing over my face, neck, and chest; over the bed, over my hands... fuck, it was everywhere, slimy and hot and delicious as I guzzled it down. Benji tried to scoot off me. I wasn't ready to let him go. I wrapped my spunky arms around him, coating him in the mess, and held him close. Kissed his mouth. Scooped up my cum, pushing it between his lips. Watching as he sucked them clean. There was so much I wanted to do to my son. So many boundaries I wanted to break. So many... * An alarm rang. I woke in my bed. Benji was spooning against me as usual. We were both wearing sleep shorts. His belly wasn't swollen. No cum anywhere, except the copious amounts of pre making my dick damp. My son was still cherry. I reached out and slapped the alarm. A dream. Just a fucking dream. And now my cock was so fucking hard it hurt. What kind of father did that to his child, even in a dream? Benji, still asleep, humped back against me. *This* kind of father, that was who.