Date: Tue, 30 May 2023 00:38:47 -0600 From: Nasty Slut Subject: My son becomes my sex toy-10 Ok guys, if you've read this far, you know this story contains many different kinks and fetishes. If hardcore sex mixed with kink and raunch isn't your style, don't continue reading. It's not for everyone. For all the sick fucks out there, like myself, I hope you enjoy this next chapter. And like I keep saying, it's only getting nastier. But please remember, this is all just fantasy! If any of it's illegal where you are, go away. And donate what you can to Nifty, you sick fucks! ???? Love ya all!! ______________________________________________ Part 10 I laid on top of Marky, breathing hard as my sweat dripped onto him and my fur ground into his tender, young flesh. He just laid beneath me, still lightly sobbing. "Shhh." I whispered soothingly, wiping his damp hair off his sweaty brow. "It's ok baby. Daddy loves you soooo much. I'm happy my son is a bonafide faggot." "You really are?" He asked, between sniffles. "You're God damn right I am." I replied. "Knowing my baby boy is a certified cock hungry slut is the best thing I've ever heard. You're going to make your daddy a very happy man. Now don't move." I said as I got off him. I grabbed the camera and snapped a few shots of his freshly fucked teenage hole, smiling at the cum that was oozing out of it. It still gaped a little bit from my fat cock. Then I grabbed a butt plug, a medium sized one. Didn't want it slipping out during the night. I slid it into my son and Marky groaned as the fat part slipped in and his puffy, swollen lips closed around the base. "Gotta keep your daddy's sperm inside you boy. Let your body absorb my baby makers. Gonna get my son pregnant!" I told him as he let out a little giggle. "Now come here." I said as I rolled over and pulled him into me. I started kissing him deeply, and he moaned into my mouth as I pressed the plug against his prostate. "Yes, daddy loves his faggot son so much!" I whispered in his ear. "I meant it when I said you'll be getting all the cock you could ever want. Daddy likes a nice, slutty, whore son. I'm gonna fuck you so much and fill you up with so much daddy cum. You want that, bitch?" "Oh God, yes daddy!" Marky groaned as I pressed harder on his battered prostate. "I want it so bad!" "And you shall get it. Now, let's get get some rest. I have a feeling you're going to have a busy day tomorrow." I told him. Of course, he really had no idea just how busy it was going to be! "Yes Sir." He said as he snuggled into me, breathing in deeply my pit stink. The horny little fuckers prick got hard again, pressing into my thigh as he took in my manly odor. I loved it. The next morning I was wakened in the best possible way. With my son already sucking my hard, morning wood. "You are an eager little faggot, aren't you?" I laughed, as I tousled his hair. "Yes Sir!" He replied. Only it was muffled because he didn't even take my cock out of his mouth. I reached for the poppers and held them under his nose. He took several deep hits in each nostril, and I could immediately see the relaxing effect on him. "Good slave." I praised him. "Now, let's start working on opening that throat. You're gonna be deep throating daddy by the end of this blowjob. You know how I'm so sure?" I asked him. He just shook his head with my cock in his mouth. "Cause you're a desperate, pathetic faggot. And you want nothing more than to bury your nose in your daddy's pubes. Isn't that right, whore? You want nothing more than to have your daddy rape your throat. Tell me that. I want to hear you say that." I said as I grabbed his hair and pulled him off my cock. "Yes Sir. I'm a desperate, pathetic faggot who wants his own daddy to rape his throat!" "Good boy." I said as I held the bottle back under his nose. "Now, I want you to take 10 deep hits and listen to me. You're going to take a deep breath and hold it. Then I'm going to push my cock to the back of your throat. Stay calm, and relax your throat. I will hold it there for a couple seconds, then I will push a little deeper. You will gag, but fight it. Understand?" Marky was on hit number 5 and his eyes were already unfocused. "Yes Sir." He replied. "Then I'll pull out, you can take a few breaths, then we'll repeat it, and I'll push a little deeper. We'll keep doing this until you've swallowed all of daddy's big cock. Understand son? We're not going to stop until it's all down your throat. You are my slave now, and you have no choice. Understand?" "Yes Sir." He slurred as he finished hit number 10. His eyes may have been glassed over, but they still burned with lust. And his boy cock was rock hard. "Good. Let's begin." I grabbed the back of his head and pushed his open mouth onto my cock. I hit his tonsils and briefly paused before I pushed a bit more. Marky started wretching a bit and instinctively tried to push away. But I held him tight. I kept myself lodged there until Marky wasn't gagging as much, and I could tell he was getting short of air. Only then I pulled out and Marky gasped for breath. "Good boy. Now, deep breath." I instructed him as I pushed him again back onto my cock. This time I didn't pause until I was at the same spot I had reached before. Then I pushed a little more. Marky really started gagging and panicked a little. "Relax bitch!" I commanded him. He did a bit, and I held myself still. When I felt my son had adjusted a bit more, I pulled out. This time Marky spit up some phlegm and tears welled in his eyes. That turned me on so much. The third time I got a good seven inches in his mouth and throat. Of course the deeper I went, the more Marky choked and gagged, and the more he spit up. Mucus was coming out of his nose now. I had him hit the poppers a few more times, because he was about to get what he asked for. He was about to get his faggot throat raped. The fourth time, as I got just past about 7 inches, I paused, took a deep breath, and forced the remainder of my nine inches all the way in. Marky started jerking and flailing as his body tried desperately to eject the monster that was choking him. But I had his nose pressed into my pubes and my balls pressed against his chin, and I was holding tight. I was much stronger than him. He was no match. His big, juicy red lips were so beautiful stretched around the base of my cock. Just like I knew they would be. "You said you wanted your daddy to rape your throat, slut. So you're getting what you asked for!" I growled as my 13 yo son tried to fight me off. I held myself there for as long as I could before I let him off to breath. He pulled off simultaneously vomiting a bit and gasping for air as more tears flowed from his eyes. His face was bright red. I didn't let him wait to long before I had forced my dick all the way back down his throat. He didn't struggle quite as much this time. I was impressed. But it shouldn't have surprised me. The faggot was literally born for this. In just a few more tries, I was actually fucking his throat. He was quickly figuring out how to suppress his gag reflex and to coordinate his breaths when I pulled out. Such a natural. Everytime I withdrew, Marky would spit up and his face was quickly one slimy mess. So sexy! With one hand I held the back of his head and forced it up and down. With the other hand I held his throat and felt my fat cock stretching out his esophagus, effectively jerking myself off from the outside. "Oh fuck yea!" I shouted. "Take daddy's cock you worthless whore! Take the cock that used to pound your mommy's pussy! Now YOU'RE my pussy! You're daddy's little pussy boy! If you're mommy could see her little baby boy now, becoming the faggot he was born to be! Oh fuck that's hot son!" I continued."You're daddy's hot little teenage cock sucking faggot cumdump!" I grabbed a handful of hair on each side of Marky's head and doubled my efforts, bucking up with my hips each time I slammed him into my pubes. Everytime telling him exactly what he was now. "Faggot!" Slam! "Cocksucker!" Slam! "WHORE! BITCH! SLUT! CUMDUMP!" I slammed into his throat over and over! Throat raping my own son had me so worked up it didn't take long to cum. I grabbed his head and buried myself in him and let out a primal yell as I shot a massive load right down his esophagus. I could feel his throat muscles massaging my spurting cock as his body instinctively swallowed all my cum. Damn this boy was a treasure! When I finally had no more load to give, I pulled out and Marky gasped and choked and spit up phlegm and cum. It ran out his mouth and nose, mixing with his tears, covering him in a slimy mess. God he looked hot. I grabbed the camera and snapped some pics. The family will love these! Marky collapsed back onto the ground, and I noticed the sluts cock was hard as a rock. He sure did love this nasty rough treatment! "You're not quite finished whore!" I barked. "Get on your hands and knees!" "Yes Sir." He croaked through his severely battered throat. "I gotta piss. And it's going to be strong. So be prepared!" I warned him. I grabbed the camera to film it. "Now, look up at me and tell me you want to drink your daddy's nasty morning piss, piggy!" Marky looked up from where he was on his hands and knees. He was covered in slime and dirt and truly looked like the pig he was. "I want to drink daddy's nasty morning piss." He croaked. "And why is that?" I asked. "Cause I'm a dirty little piggy faggot." I just laughed at how easy this entire transformation was. He just fell into everything naturally. "I want to hear you grunt, piggy!" I ordered him. Marky grunted like a pig for the camera as I presented him with my cock. He took it between his plump, red lips and I let go. He gagged as the first bit entered his mouth, but he quickly got used to it and nursed on my pissing cock like the thirsty pig he was. To his credit, he drank it all down. "That'll do pig. That'll do." I laughed as I patted him on the head. "Now, let's get ready for the rest of your day!"