Date: Sat, 04 Feb 2023 21:17:10 +0000 From: Jack Metillicum Subject: Policemen at the Backdoor - Chapter 6 This story is a work of fiction all characters are made up from the author's imagination and bear no resemblance to anyone living or dead. The author holds the copyright and no unauthorised reproduction in full or part may be made without the authors explicit consent. Nifty truly is an amazing site, it give's us all outlets to our fantasies and kinks without risk or harming another. As such this amazing site relies on your donations, please consider helping no matter how large or small, every donation makes a difference and helps keep it free and accessible for all. I try and respond to all emails and messages but remember we may be in different timezones. Life in general and the sheer quantity of mail is making this much, much slower than I'd like... Wickr - jackmetillicum This story is a work of fantasy keep it that way guys. Policemen at the Backdoor Chapter Six incest M/M/b It's been a long hard and strange day, I've actually felt quite bereft and alone. I left Andy's place earlier than I planned that last night. After waking up I was still feeling a little worse well a lot more worse for wear. As soon as I got home I took a couple of ibuprofen drank a pint or two of water to help rid the pounding in my head. I put Charlie to bed thinking it was better tonight if he sleep in his own bed. I also thought it sensible that I had an early night myself, I quickly messaged Bob, saying I'd see him tomorrow then turned out the light. As I lay there awaiting sleep my mind wandered and I thought about where I was right now in my life. How the Gloryhole had brought me to this exact point, the highs of the most amazing sex I think I've ever had, and the fears of what might happen to me and Charlie should this side of my life ever become public. A sudden fear gripped me and I had to put it out of my mind, as my pulse started racing causing my head to thump more. I closed my eyes and cleared my mind of everything, a few minutes later I felt my body begin to relax and then slumber swept in and took me away. I slept soundly and awoke early. I checked my phone, there were no messages. I looked in on Charlie who was still sleeping deeply, then headed downstairs and started prepping breakfast. My head thankfully was clear, I kept checking my phone for a message from Bob. By my second cup of coffee, I gave in and messaged him, just a simple text no one would be any the wiser for. `Hey buddy, you wanna come over 4 a coffee?' I hit send and instantly regretted it, was I being too clingy? Fuck I hated feeling like this. Fifteen minutes later I heard Charlie moving about upstairs and headed up to get him, he greeted me with a nice tongue kiss. I smiled at my son, `Charlie, remember it's only me, uncle Bob and uncle Andy you can kiss like that. We can do it because we love you so much. To make sure he heard the next part I whispered it softly, he leaned in close to make sure he heard me. `The special games we play, when we fuck your boy cunt. You mustn't ever, ever tell anyone about it. If you do you'll never see daddy ever, ever again.' I pouted then and pretended to cry. `Don't cry daddy. I won't tell' he said. `Promise?' I asked him, he grinned and nodded. I picked him up and he hugged into me, and we headed down for breakfast. I looked at my phone but still no messages. I frowned because Bob hadn't even read either of the two I'd sent him. My heart sunk somewhat but I tried to put it out of my mind, the next hour played out in a typical routine. Charlie played or watched cartoons, I was getting obsessive about checking my phone every five minutes. Finally, in a fit of exasperation, I gave in and called Bob. It rang about five or six times before my call was diverted to voicemail. I didn't leave a message but immediately called back. Again after four rings it again diverted. `Fucker!' I said under my breath before I called yet again. This time it didn't ring at all, it just went straight through to his voicemail. `You cunt! What the fuck are you playing at Bob' I said to myself. Charlie looked on worried as I was so angry. I smiled at him, `I'm sorry son, daddy's just frustrated' I said. Screw this I thought, I refuse to take my frustration out on my kid, `Charlie we're going out, let's get your shoes' I said. Ten minutes later I'm driving and we're heading to MacDonalds for lunch. Well, that's what I told myself. The fact it was just two minutes from Bob's place was a big coincidence. We came to the junction with MacDonalds directly opposite, at the last moment I hit my blinker and turned right, less than two minutes later I was pulling up outside Bob's house. I left Charlie in the car and rang the bell, I saw a shadow behind the curtain move but the door stayed closed. I rang the bell again and knocked hard, but still, he didn't answer, I saw the curtains close. I felt crushed, I had a sudden painful ache in my chest, why was he doing this to me? I wondered. I knocked again and I waited for another couple of minutes but it was clear he wasn't going to answer. I went back to the car, put my seatbelt on started the engine and slowly drove away. I pulled up to the restaurant and sat there in my parking space, staring at the trees in front of me my hands on the steering wheel. The engine was still running, and although trees were in my direct line of sight I saw nothing just staring into space. `Why are you crying daddy?' asked Charlie. I looked in the rear-view mirror, my eyes were red, and tears were pouring making my vision blurry. I made no sound as I cried, I hadn't even realised I was crying. I wiped my eyes and sniffed clearing my nose. I smiled at my son, `the sun was shining very brightly and made them water, that's all.' I took a deep breath, and grinned at him, `shall we go get some lunch?' I asked. He smiled at me, `I love you daddy' he said. `I love you too son' I said, as I undid my seatbelt got out and went to get him out of the car. We'd been home just over an hour, I'd changed into running shorts and a t-shirt and to comfort myself I dived into a very big bottle of scotch. I really was quite drunk and over three-quarters of the way through the bottle. Charlie was in bed for his afternoon nap, I'd grabbed my lube, laying the new tube on the armrest as I was watching porn and trying to wank. It wasn't great porn, some whore claiming to be a virgin. Her cunt gaped wide like someone had taken a machete to it. The hairy guy slamming into her reminded me of Bob and the ache in my chest physically hurt. I looked at the slut on the screen, virgin my ass I thought. I kept watching the guy, heart pounding I then took a risk and typed hairy men porn. What I saw there was insane. A big hung hairy daddy bear was fucking a guy who looked just like him. My cock was hard as a rock and I was pumping wildly when the back door knocked loudly, I jumped out of my fucking skin. Panicking I tucked my dick back away, but the big ten-inch cock was obviously tenting my shorts, with a damp precum patch on the thin blue fabric. I staggered to my feet and headed to the door but stumbled after treading on a lego block. `Fucking, bastard, cunty, shitting mother fucking, bastard lego!' I shouted as I lost my balance and fell into the armchair ripping the side seams and crotch of my shorts. The backdoor opened then, I saw my dad's head peek in. `I heard shouting, is it okay to come in? You're, ah, you're not... busy?' He said. I belched loudly and then farted then belched again, `nope, not busy, just having a wank. Why would I be busy, Bob's dumped me' I said. My dad looked at me horrified, unsure of what to do. Indecision was written all over his face, but he came into the room. He looked at me, and the dishevelled room and sighed, shaking his head in resignation seeing it so messy. I was still sprawled over the armchair where I fell. He came over to me, held out an arm and helped me stand, I stood swaying. The fabric of my shorts hanging on just one side by the elasticated waistband, my semi hard cock and balls hanging out for all the world to see. `Jesus Christ Danny, how much have you drunk?' My arm pointed vaguely in the direction of the table lamp, that much. My dad looked over to the lamp and frowned before glancing around and seeing the bottle on the sofa. His eyes narrowed, he wasn't happy. `Where's Charlie?' He asked firmly, `Bed' was all I managed to say because I lost it then my bottom lip pouted and then I cried. My dad stood there awkwardly then took a step closer and hugged me, softly patting my back. I came in close to him my head resting against his chest before moving and fitting into the crook of his neck. I smelled his aftershave it was citrusy and manly. The hairs poking out from his t-shirt neckline tickled my face, and his beard covered my cheek. He was big, strong and in his arms, I suddenly felt small, warm and very safe. My hands were sliding up and down his back as he hugged me, I could feel the muscles beneath his shirt. I felt myself begin to chub. I kissed his neck softly I was muttering but it was clear when `oh Bob' slipped out of my mouth. I could feel his breath ruffling the hair on my head. I pushed my groin into him, I would swear I felt a firmness there too. I felt his breathing speed up. `Danny' he said. My hands slid down his back, he was wearing sweatpants so they slid easily under the fabric to his ass. `Mmmm, no underwear' I moaned as I explored the hairy fleshy mounds. `Danny' he said again. `DANNY STOP!' he said louder. I stopped kissing his neck licked up his throat and looked up at him. His eyes were blue as sapphires, his lashes long and dark framing his eyes in a smokey haze. I stood staring into them, seeing a fire igniting then I whispered `dad, fuck me. I want you to fuck my ass dad' I said. I awoke in my bed, suddenly disoriented. What the fuck happened, I didn't remember going to bed. I laid there, with my mouth dry and my lips sticking together, I could smell my own breath and it wasn't pleasant. I was surprised but pleased I didn't have a hangover, as I lay there struggling to think. I knew I was frowning as I tried to recall the past few hours, I sat up pulling the duvet off. I looked down and saw the tattered state of my running shorts. What the fuck did I do? I started to think back to this afternoon, I'd put Charlie to bed for his nap, and then I was drinking. Then, then, then, ah the door knocked. I tripped, no I trod on something, lego! I grinned. I was pleased I remembered that and the memory of the sharp pain wiped the smile from my face. I looked at my foot but there was nothing visible from the sharp plastic brick. So the door knocked who was there..? Ah, dad, it was my dad at the door. My eyes went wide FUCK, OH FUCK, NO, NO, NO!!! I thought as I suddenly had instant clarity as everything came back in a flash. I stood quickly, my hand went to my asshole, and I had a quick feel. It felt dry and there was no pain, thank God he hadn't fucked me. I stood there wanting to disbelieve what I was remembering but knowing it was all true. I asked my father, my own father to fuck me, not once but twice. SHIT! I went into my bathroom and brushed my teeth and used the toilet. How the hell was I going to explain this, I wondered. As I came out of my bedroom I saw there was a light on in Charlie's room. Further investigation showed his bed was cold and empty. I headed downstairs, I wasn't all the way down but I had a clear view of the open-plan room. My father was sitting in my favourite armchair, his t-shirt hooked up and over his neck. His sweatpants were around his ankles and his thick muscular legs were spread wide so I could see a good five inches or so of the base of his cock. The remainder of the thick piece of man meat, of which I don't know how many more inches there were, was in my son's asshole. I stood there watching as my dad held my son up, giant hands around his tiny waist. He pumped in and out sliding his fuck stick into the boy's pussy. `You are a cock loving boy slut, aren't you son' he said to him. `You love having Grandpa's cock in your cunt don't cha boy?' His hips worked up and down in a steady rhythm. His shaft slid in all the way to his hairy balls before the whole shaft slid out. I heard the meaty slap as it hit his belly. I walked down the last few steps into the room, my dad looked at me long and hard but I said nothing. Four hours earlier... His eyes were blue as sapphires, his lashes long and dark framing his eyes in a smokey haze. I stood staring into them, seeing a fire igniting then I whispered `dad, fuck me. I want you to fuck my ass dad' I said.... I don't think I've ever seen Danny so emotionally hurt and fragile. Even when his bitch ex-wife walked away he wasn't this crushed. He clung to me for support almost trying to drain the strength through my pores. I reassured him as best I could, but when he kissed my neck and sighed Bob's name I felt really uncomfortable. His hands were rubbing my back and when he pushed his groin into mine, I felt his cock push against mine. The rubbing over my back had inadvertently made me chub up a bit, I had to stop this now. When he licked up my throat my breath juddered as I exhaled, and then he begged me to fuck him - twice! I was so starved of human touch that I won't lie it did cross my mind if only for a second. I looked at my son as his eyes bored into my own, there was a want and need there. But then his eyes fluttered close and he sagged in my arms as he passed out. I sighed a huge sigh of relief, I don't think I would have fucked him but thank God that awkwardness or temptation was removed. Danny's a big guy and completely limp he was a dead uneven weight. I shifted him and somehow managed to get him over my shoulder in a fireman's lift. I carried him up the stairs, I felt a bit guilty as his head swung and clunked against the newel post on the stairs. But I got him all the way up without dropping him and flopped him on his bed, to be safe I placed him in the recovery position just in case he was sick so he wouldn't choke on his own vomit. I looked at him even at six foot five, with a beard and hair everywhere he was still my little boy. Well maybe not so little with that big old piece of meat hanging out of his shorts, I laughed in my head at my joke. I pulled the duvet up and over him and closed the door as I left and went back downstairs. I watched some sports on t.v checking on Danny periodically, while downstairs I picked up Danny's Ipad. I saw it was gay porn he was watching, i closed that and went to a favourite site of my own. I hooked my sweats under my balls and flipped my t-shirt up over my head. Just in case I came I didn't want cum stain's visit. I heard coughing and figured I should check on Danny again. I put my cock away and headed upstairs, Danny was sleeping soundly, the odd soft snore filling the air with the stale smell of his alcohol soaked breath. I closed his door softly and thought as I was here I'd also pop my head around the door into Charlie's room. He was a much lighter sleeper than I anticipated because the clicking of his door opening must have awoken him, he looked at me and smiled. Something in my chest loosened and the love I felt for my grandson wrapped me up in a huge blanket of love and warmed me from the inside out. I smiled back at him, he slid out of his bed dressed in just his underwear. I frowned in annoyance at this, at the very least Danny should have had him in his pj's. He walked over to me and raised his arms for me to pick him up, and naturally, I obliged. `Wee wee' Grandpa he said so I carried him to the bathroom and he had a pee, I also took the opportunity to unhook my t-shirt from over my neck. But what he did now shocked me, because after he finished pissing he stood there he started to masturbate like an expert. Now I was really annoyed, the only way he could know about this is if he's somehow seen, Danny. Because I ignored him paid it no attention he stopped, then with a gentle reminder he washed his hands and we went downstairs. I carried him and expected him to want to be put down but he was enjoying the cuddle. I sat in the armchair, the boy clinging to me like the little monkey he tended to be. I looked at him and snuggled in, `Charlie, I love you so much.' I told him. He grinned at me, really?' He asked, `yes son, you are so special and you make Grandpa feel so happy.' He sighed and rested his head against my chest, his right ear laying against my t-shirt-covered left pec. His left hand was smoothing over my other, his palm skimming over the right nipple. i was glad I'd put my shirt on properly again. The gentle attention made the skin tighten and firm up, making a small point under the thin cotton. My own hands were resting upon him, the left resting on his ass the right smoothing his back. I don't know at what point I noticed he had started to suckle on my left tit, when he began to nibble I shuddered. My nipples have always been hugely sensitive and helped me achieve amazing orgasms. Charlie's attention wasn't welcomed and I uncomfortably felt my cock beginning to thicken. I swallowed hard, `hey Charlie what are you doing?' I asked him. He looked at me and smiled, `because you love me we can play the special games' he said matter-of-factly. I frowned, `what special games son' I asked him. Then he whispered, `come closer' I leaned forward to hear him. That's when his lips met my own, his hands went to my cheeks and then his tongue slid into my mouth and he kissed me deeply. I pulled away, shocked, and he looked at me frightened. I smiled at him, `wow champ! That was a special kiss big boys do' I told him. My cock was rock hard in my sweats and the little fucker ground his ass into it. My mind was whirling, what the fuck was the boy doing. `What other special games do you play Charlie' I asked him nervously. I was suddenly frightened at what he was going to say. He looked at me but his head tilted upwards to the left while he thought. He jumped off my lap and stood in front of me, then he said `stand up Grandpa' so I stood. I was conscious of the way my cock was tenting out my sweats, fuck why had I gone commando I thought to myself. I hoped by not paying it any attention Charlie wouldn't notice either. How wrong I was, he pulled on the fabric covering my legs. As they came over my thighs they lost the resistance and then fell down to my knees. I'm blessed down there, all the men in my family are. Being so large my cock never stands up at a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree angle and point due north. It's more of a one-twenty and northeast because of the weight of it. He easily had my big cock in his little pudgy hand, then pulled it down a little more and his small pink tongue darted out and licked over the glans. I moaned, he stopped looked at me and smiled. `Mmmm tasty' he said. I was shocked and horrified at who the fuck was abusing my grandson. I had to try twice to form the words as Charlie was licking over my cock head, which was pissing out precum. `Charlie, who else do you play these games with?' I asked him. He whispered back `it's a secret.' I nodded and whispered back to him, `you can tell me champ' I said. He smiled and nodded `okay' he said. I was dreading his answer, `well uncle Andy and uncle Bob.' I interrupted `Uncle Bob,' he nodded. My jaw was tense I felt a rage inside, `and who's Andy?' He shrugged `don't know' he said. I was suddenly relieved he hadn't said Danny's name. At that moment I knew I was going to kill Bob. `They like my boy cunt.' He said without shame or embarrassment. I wasn't expecting him to say that and collapsed in the chair, my hard cock slipping from his grasp. I felt sick and so angry, but Charlie was there his mouth covering the fleshy head. His mouth was covering the whole tip, his tongue swirling around and he suckled drawing out the sweet man juice. I had to pull a little harder than I expected to get him to release the head, I was suddenly fearful that if Danny came downstairs, how the fuck would I explain this. I looked at the boy, so sweet his eyes burning with lust, a lust he was too young to understand and certainly to want to act upon. `Charlie, we mustn't do this, if Daddy comes downstairs...' The boy cut me off then, `Daddy loves my boy cunt, he told me' he said proudly. He then stood turned around and bent over, his ass cheeks widened a bit. Then he reached behind himself placed a hand on each soft mound and pulled them both wide. His tiny anus was a deep pink, it looked stretched and there was clear bruising around the puckered hole. `Jesus Christ they're fucking you' I said without thinking. He stood and turned around to face me, I had leaned forwards without realising it. `Do you want to fuck me, Grandpa, He asked. `I think I'm too big to do that son' I said. What the fuck was I thinking, too big. Why the fuck had I just said that. `Daddy does' he said. My jaw dropped at that, I'd seen Danny this afternoon. We were pretty well matched, how the hell had he got all that into the kid? I looked at the child, `does Daddy hurt you when he fucks you?' I asked. Please God I thought don't let him have raped the boy. Charlie shook his head and then nodded. I looked at him, `Does it hurt you?' He nodded `it hurts a bit but then he plays with my willy, and it feels nice. He makes me tingle' he grinned at the nice thought. My God, he's wanking the boy off so he cums. My son's a fucking pedo, a child molesting pedo, my heart was hammering fast in my chest. All this was happening to me, my son, and my poor grandson. Who was once again nursing on my cock, he'd worked the whole tip of the purple knob in his mouth. It was the first mouth I'd had on my meat in a decade, and even though it was my small grandson it felt good. He came off it and said my turn and ran over to the sofa, pulling off his tiny underpants. He lay there his cocklet was hard and he tugged on it gently. I nervously got to my feet and shuffled over, my sweats bunched around my ankles. `Wh, wh, what do you want me to do...' I asked. Lick my willy and my bum. He said. I knelt down, my poor old knees clicking as I did. I looked at the boy flesh, got in close and licked it. He tasted clean and I licked him again. `Put it all in your mouth Grandpa' he commanded. So I did, I worked up and down his shaft getting it wet. I tried to remember what I liked and closed my eyes and saw my wife working my own shaft. I saw it gliding in her mouth. I worked Charlie like that, drawing pressure and releasing and licking over the tip. I let my tongue travel over his piss slit, and down to his tiny balls, the small grape-sized marbles moved very little as his sack had tightened up. He was coated in my saliva and I worked down again sliding back along his taint and then back up to the tip of his shaft he made small moans and spread his legs wider. My breath caught in my throat as I saw the faint pinkness of the outer edge of his asshole. I let my tongue travel further and I was soon in his crack, he reached forward and gripped his matchstick legs pulling them high above his head. His ass spread wide and his cunt was staring at me. `His cunt' I thought. What the fuck, `his cunt?' Oh no this is so wrong. It's all fucked up, and awful but my mouth got closer. He giggled as my beard tickled his ass, and then I was in there. I kissed his cunt, soft and gentle before my tongue slid out and tasted boy pussy for the first time. The tip breached his outer ring easily, here was a boy that's recently been fucked, I could see. He was musky and rich and as I probed deeper I started to become a little high. My hands gripped the soft white mounds and I pulled them wide as I fed on his pussy. I ate and drank and swallowed his ass juices as they seeped out from his hole. When it was finally too much I knew I had to have him. On the armrest was the lube Danny had been using when he was wanking. I grabbed it and slathered my dick and pushed some into Charlie's pussy, and over the entrance. I pulled him around so his was facing me lined the head of my dick up with his entrance and pushed forward with my hips. I pulled my t-shirt up and flipped it over my neck keeping my arms in the sleeves. The fat purple crown popped in and he winced in discomfort. I'm sorry Charlie but I need this. I put my hand on his mouth and pushed the whole length in gently. I didn't want to hurt him but I had to fuck him. He didn't scream or cry out just softly whimpered into my hand. I left the entire shaft embedded in his hole. I was gripped tightly but his small hole stretched and filled to capacity, I waited what seemed a lifetime but was probably only a minute or two for him to adjust. I slid out, watching his pink hole drag over the veiny shaft, before sliding in again. In and out working him. His dicklet was hard and I used two fingers to wank the child, as he'd quietened down I took my hand away. I watched him as he licked his lips like a cheap two-dollar hooker. He looked like he was enjoying it so I sped up, `mmmmmmm' he moaned. I was thrusting in him now, my balls slapping against his taint. I leaned forward and picked him up and carefully carried him to the chair, my fat cock buried in his cunt to the root. I sat and had him place his feet flat on my thighs. My hands around his waist held him high as I pumped my hips up and down driving eleven inches of Grandpa cock into his intestines. I'd heard movement upstairs and knew Danny would be down soon, but I didn't care. After all, what could he say, he was fucking the boy too. My cock slid in and out like a piston, `you are a cock loving boy slut, aren't you son' I said. `You love having grandpa's cock in your cunt don't cha boy?' Charlie said nothing but moaned, I looked over and saw Danny on the stairs. We locked eyes, he slid his shorts down and his cock was hard. He walked over to the sofa wanking and picked up, the lube, he slathered his cock so it glistened. Then his hand went around to his ass then he came over to Charlie and lifted him off my cock. He stood the boy in front of him, grab your cock at the base dad. I did, I had a vague idea what he might do but was still a little unsure, but as he turned around it was clear especially when he made to sit on my lap. I quickly cottoned on to what he was going to do, I didn't know if I was ready for this, but it was suddenly too late to say no. I saw the head of my shaft slide between his hairy ass cheeks, I felt the furnace of his asshole as I slid inside my son. Mesmerised I watched his hole swallow eleven long inches and a girth of seven till it was buried in him completely. Once fully sheathed inside him I felt him lean forward and pick up Charlie. He then sat the kid on his lap. Then he began to ride me just slight movements rocking backwards and forwards at first. He'd placed Charlie's feet on the edge of the seat of the chair so he could grip the armrests as he started to raise himself higher. As he went up his meat sunk all the way into Charlie and as he lowered down I sank all the way into him. My hands had instinctively gone to caress breasts but all I found were his hairy pecks. I twisted and tweaked his nipples and he moaned and tightened his man cunt as I fucked him. `Stay still son' I said as he raised up high. He held his position and I began to pump into him, in and out up and down. Harder and faster, I adjusted my angle slightly and he moaned loudly. `Oh yeah dad, right there, that's perfect. Soooo, good. Harder dad.' He moaned my hands slid to his waist and I pounded him. I felt the fire in my balls, the big sack had pulled in close to me, with the pressure and pleasure building. I shouted inane words as the ecstasy took me over as my cum blasted out. Danny moaned then too, `oh fuck I'm cumming dad, you made me cum without touching myself. Oh fuck, fuck fuck, yesssss.' He eased himself down and I slid all the way in deeper, the sensations from my over-sensitive glans making me groan. He laid back, his back against my chest, and he was holding Charlie against his. I felt his arm moving and guessed he was wanking the boy, two minutes later I felt Charlie shudder and moan. `Only fair he cums too' Danny sighed. `Dad?' He asked questioningly, `you're still hard.' Still, I said nothing, I was well aware of the fact I was still like a rock in his asshole. `So, ah, will you fuck me again?' He asked. He was unsure and somewhat insecure in his questioning. That was so unlike Danny, `you want me too?' I asked him. `Yeah, dad. I know this is strange but I need it, I need you to. Fuck I don't know what I mean but I need to feel you close to me' he said. `Okay, but I want you on your back legs up high so I can watch the boy ride your cock' I said. I felt him move. This was so fucked up, but tonight I'm going to fuck my brains out and my sons and grandsons. I'll deal with the fallout of it all tomorrow I thought. Do you want more? Other stories by the author... https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/grandpa-likes-to-babysit https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-boy-in-the-basement https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/dads-trick-or-treat-surprise https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/brothers-cuddles-and-uncles-hugs https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/nephew-plays-horsey https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/daddys-special-soldiers https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/daddys-nanny-cam https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/theme-park-with-dad https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/fucking-on-the-mainline/