Date: Tue, 20 Sep 2022 18:01:17 -0600 From: Nasty Slut Subject: My son becomes my sex toy- 5 Please, as always, give what you can to Nifty. We all get so much pleasure and enjoyment from them. Thank you to everyone who has been kind enough to send me nice messages telling me they enjoy this story. I also have a few others on here. Search under nastyslutinmt and enjoy them too. I haven't put a warning of any kind on the last couple of chapters, but things are really going to start heating up. It's going to get pretty kinky and nasty, so be forewarned. I always say my stories are not for everyone. But the sick and twisted among us appreciate them. I don't write romance stories. I write down and dirty fuck stories. ______________________________________________ Chapter 5 We basked in the afterglow for a bit before Marky announced that he needed to take a shit. "Do I just go in the woods?" He asked. "There's no toilet here." "Well, yea son." I answered him. "But I'll teach you how to do it right." I stood up and grabbed the shovel from the back of the truck and some toilet paper. We walked about 50 yards into the trees before I decided that was a good spot and started digging a hole. "See son, you gotta cover your shit like animals do, so it doesn't attract things you don't want." I explained, as I finished digging a shallow hole. "Then, when you're done, you cover it back up." I proceed to demonstrate by squatting over the hole and taking a huge morning dump into it, all the while staring directly at Marky. He looked away nervously as I smiled at him. Then I wiped myself clean and dropped the paper in the hole as I thought to myself eventually his tongue would be doing the job of the paper. "Your turn son." I told him. "Um, dad." He said hesitantly, "could you turn around?" "Nonsense." I reprimanded him. "You just saw me do it. Now don't be a pussy and shit! Besides, I gotta make sure you get it in the hole." I lied to him. I knew he could, of course. But I needed to break him down a bit more. Humiliate him a bit. Taking a dump is one of the most intimate things a person can do. It's a basic human necessity, yet it's embarrassing none the less. I needed to assert that dominance over him. Marky carefully squatted over the hole and his face flushed red as he began to evacuate his bowels. I smirked at his uncomfortableness as he averted his eyes away from me. I watched as his waste dropped into the hole, followed by his piss. My eyes never left him as he took the paper and wiped himself clean. Then I showed him how to cover the hole back up. Back at the site, his uncomfortableness had faded, and we worked on getting a fire going to cook breakfast. Once it was going and I had the coffee pot on there to percolate, I suggested we take a bath in the lake. Grabbing the castile soap, we headed down there and were soon scrubbing each other's bodies clean in the cool lake. Back by the fire again, the coffee was ready. Ah, there's nothing quite like strong campfire coffee. I pulled out a little bottle of whiskey and poured some into each of ours. The perfect morning addition. Marky smiled at this new man treat. After we cooked up a huge batch of bacon and eggs, and scarfed them down, I grabbed the free weights out of the truck and Marky and I did some exercises. I really enjoyed watching him work his developing teenage muscles, buck naked. Couldn't help but pop a boner. Marky did too. When we were done I suggested we go for a hike. I gathered up a couple things in a little bag, we put on our boots, sunscreened each other, and we were off. It was a perfect day. Blue sky full of little fluffy white clouds, and a nice light breeze to keep us cool. My pits were already starting to smell a bit, which I liked, cause I knew Marky's teenage ones would be too. As we trudged up the mountain, Marky was being a little chatter box, talking about nothing particular, so I decided to change the conversation. "So Marky." I started. "You and Kyle ever jerk off together?" I asked him bluntly. "Daddy." He said, acting shy all of a sudden. I was proud he remembered to say daddy. It was starting to flow out of him naturally. "Oh come on." I prodded. "Quit acting coy. This is our man trip." I reminded him. "So, have you?" "Well, um, kinda, I guess." He admitted. "A couple weeks ago when we were at his place, we were in the beds (Kyle had twin beds in his room) and we both jerked off under the blankets. It was dark." Well, that's a start, I thought to myself. "So you didn't see his cock? You didn't see him cum?" I prodded. "No." Mark said, a little dejectedly. "But you'd like to?" I continued. "Um, I don't know. I mean, I guess I'm a little curious." He confused. "Of course you are." I assured him. "Guys are always curious. Especially at your age." "Were you?" He asked, looking up at me. "Of course I was!" I reassured him. Admittedly, I didn't tell him that I was a cumdump for my friends, sucking them off and getting fucked by them. He'd learn that soon enough. "It's perfectly normal. Horny teenage boys have been watching each other jerk off since time began." I continued. "Next time you guys are hanging out, suggest it." "How do I that?" He wanted to know. "Just tell her him something like, your cousin told you about it, or showed you. Something like that. Just don't tell him I suggested it ok?" "I won't." He assured me. "I know, man secrets." "Good boy." I commended him. He was learning so quickly. My mind wandered to the image of him and Kyle, sitting side by side, jerking their little 13 year old cocks. My cute little dark haired son sitting next to his equally cute little blond, curly haired friend. My mouth moistened at the thought. His voice brought me back. "So what about it daddy?" He wanted to know. "What about what?" I asked, a little ashamed I hadn't been paying attention. He let out an exasperated teenage sigh. "I was asking about why I cum so much. When I watch porn and the guys cum, they don't cum as much as I do. Am I normal?" He asked plaintively. I let out a few laughs at that. "Well son, frankly, no. You're not normal." He looked at me with a confused, concerned face. "But don't worry. You're not a freak. Well, you kinda are, but in a good way." I laughed again. I could tell by his face he wasn't finding this funny. "Ok, let me explain. So you have a condition called hyperspermia. It's a harmless condition that just means your body creates a huge amount of sperm. I have it to. In fact, all the guys in our family do. It's a family trait. If you have a son, he'll probably have it as well. But it's absolutely nothing to worry about. In fact, most guys would be jealous of you. It's pretty remarkable really. Does that make you feel better?" "Yea, I guess." He said, sounding a little relieved. "I've always been worried cause it makes such a mess." "Yea, I know." I laughed again. "You're mom and I both noticed." He looked embarrassed that his parents knew his secret. "See," I continued, tousling the top of his head, "I told you, you weren't that good at hiding it. But from now on, you're going to be licking up all that delicious cum. Right boy?" "Right daddy." He said, smiling at me. Ah, these good father son talks. We kept walking, enjoying the workout our legs were getting climbing up the small mountain, and the sweat it was producing, making our bodies nice and ripe. It wasn't long before Marky started more questions. "So daddy," he started, "like, I know you said guys like dirty talk, but like, you were calling me a faggot before. And I'm not gay, so why were you calling me that?" "Well, let me ask you this." I replied. "So I know you're not gay, but remember when I told you how dirty talk turns guys on? And when they call someone a whore or a slut, it's hot?" He just nodded. "Well, faggot's the same thing. I know you're not one, but didn't it turn you on a bit more to be called that?" I prodded, delving further into the newly discovered pig part of his brain. "Didn't it make your dick just a little bit harder to be humiliated a little bit?" He thought for a moment before slowly agreeing. "Yea it did. That's because it's a turn on to be humiliated." I continued conditioning him. "It's a turn on to be degraded. There's nothing wrong with that. It's part of releasing your inner sex pig. All men secretly enjoy it. They desire it. They crave it. It allows them to be free and experience sex in it's nastiest, purest form. You understand?" "Yea. I think so." He said smiling. God this kid was like putty. He was turning into my submissive bitch right before my eyes, and I fucking loved it! "So," he continued, "you said that your dad taught you and uncle Robby?" "Yup." I said proudly. "Grandpa taught us everything when we were your age. All the secrets about being a man. And now I'm teaching you. And soon, I'll teach your brother. Just like uncle Robby taught your cousins." "Do you guys still do stuff together?" He wondered. "Fuck yea we do! Every chance we get!" Of course, I thought to myself, it involves WAY more than jerking and blowjobs. But he'd learn that soon enough. "You see, most women can't satisfy men enough. Especially us Stanley men. We're extra horny. So we really help each other out." This seemed to satisfy him for the time being. We continued on for about another hour before we reached the top of the small mountain we were on. Below us was the entire valley, including our small lake. It was gorgeous. I celebrated by standing there and taking a big piss. Marky just smiled and followed suit. He looked so sexy standing there, his piss making a strong bright stream in the sunlight. I couldn't wait till that beautiful gold was cascading over my body, and vice versa. "Come here." I motioned him as I sat on a big rock. I pulled a joint out of the bag I had carried along, and his little face lit up. "Let's enjoy a smoke while we take in the scenery." He sat his skinny naked body next to mine, and I got a nice whiff of him. "But let's do it slightly different this time. We're going to do what's called a shotgun." I explained as I lit the joint. "Now, when I exhale, I'm going to put my mouth over yours, and you'll inhale at the same time time. Got it?" I asked. He nodded eagerly. "Good." I said as I sucked in a deep breath. I placed my mouth over his plump red lips, and he opened up. I held the back of his head while I started to exhale, and he sucked in my smoke. He held it without coughing as my tongue explored his wet cavity before I pulled off him. "Ok boy, let it out." I told him as he blew out the smoke that had been in my body. "Now your turn." I held the joint up to his perfect cocksucking lips as he took a deep drag. Then I leaned forward and grabbed his head again, pulling him forcefully into my mouth. I moaned as his warm breath left his body and entered mine. It was like I was consuming him. My dick throbbed, and I noticed his did to. This time it was him sticking his tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it. I held his breath in me as long as I could before reluctantly letting it go. "That was nice." I said, stroking his hair. "Lets keep going." We finished off the joint and I lit another one to keep this intimacy between us going longer. Our hands started exploring each other's bodies as our tongues danced and our breath became one. Eventually, the second joint was gone to. Marky was high and horny. Just like I wanted. "You ready to jerk off again?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Fuck yea!" Marky laughed. "Ok." I said standing up. "But I want you to do it for me. Put on a little show for daddy." Mark just giggled as I pulled out my phone. "You're gonna record it?" He asked. "Yes baby. Just for me." I lied. "I want to record this special moment for posterity. So be a good boy and perform for daddy." Marky smiled and laid back on the rock and started stroking his teenage boy cock. "Do it nice and slow for daddy." I instructed him. "Make it really sensual. Explore your body. Make love to yourself." I guided him. "Show daddy what a good little boy whore you are." He complied and started giving a super hot performance for the camera in his stoned state. He was really loosening up as his hands roamed his body. He licked his lips as his fingers played with his little boy nipples, staring right into the camera. But I wanted more from him, and knew just how to get it. I reached into the little bag and pulled out a small brown bottle. "Now watch what I do bitch." I instructed him. "Cause you're gonna do the same thing." Marky's eyes watched me intently as I held the bottle under my nose, first closing one nostril and inhaling deeply, then the other. I repeated it as the waves rushed through my body before I handed it to him. Marky didn't even question as he immediately did what he had just watched me do. The little slut inhaled deeply before switching nostrils and inhaling again. "Good boy. That's daddy's good little piggy." I praised him. "Now do it again pig." I ordered him. He did and I could visibly see his eyes turning glassy as the fumes pumped through his body and brain as he did it two more times. "AGAIN PIG!" I demanded as the whore obeyed me without hesitating. I took the bottle from him as he laid back on the rock, his eyes rolling back into his head as his hands explored his tits and throbbing cock. "Fuck yea faggot." I moaned as I watched my son transform into a lust driven slut. "Play with yourself for daddy. Show daddy what a piggy little faggot you are." I panted as Marky writhed in pleasure as his body burned with chem fueled teenage hormones. "Talk to me whore! Tell daddy what he wants to hear! Are you a slut boy? Are you a faggot whore? Come on, let me hear it!" "Yes daddy." He whined, his voice sounding like a desperate little boy as he stroked his rock hard dick. He instinctively turned his nose into his pits and huffed. "I'm a fucking whore daddy. I'm a faggot whore. I'm daddy's little piggy." "Fuck yea you are you little fucking slut!" I barked. "Daddy's little fucking boy slut! Get on your hands and knees bitch!" I ordered him. He obediently complied as I placed the bottle under his nose, forcing two more deep hits into him. Then I moved behind him and got a perfect view of his beautiful pink hole for the first time. "Oh that's a pretty pussy boy. That's a pretty, pretty pussy. Look over your shoulder at me bitch and tell me it's daddy's pussy!" "Yes daddy. That's your pussy!" Mark panted as his glazed eyes looked right into the camera as I hit the bottle again. "That's daddy's pussy." He continued and I lost it. I put the camera down and grabbed his thighs as I buried my face between his cheeks and started eating his ass with a fury. Marky let out a surprised yelp followed by a series of high pitched grunts as my tongue forced it's way into his sphincter. "Oh fuck daddy!" He cried out. "Eat my pussy daddy. Eat my fucking pussy!" And I did as I tried to devour as much of it as I could. His ass tasted of sweat and teenage funk, and I had never tasted anything so good. Marky whined and moaned as my stubble rubbed his tender flesh raw, but I didn't stop for a good five minutes before I couldn't take any more. I pulled off and told him to role over as I handed him the bottle again. He hit it like a pro a few times before I produced a pair of nipple clamps and attached them to his little nubs. He squealed as they bit into his tender young nips, which only made my dick throb more. "I want you to beg daddy to let you cum bitch. Beg him hard like the dirty faggot whore you are! Don't cum until you have permission!" I ordered him. "Yes daddy." He started whining, pounding his cock. "Please let me cum. I'm your dirty little faggot whore daddy. I'm a little pig boy daddy. Please let me cum Sir!" He begged. I didn't even have to prompt him to call me Sir. It just flowed out of him like the submissive fag he was born to be. "That's good pig, but I want more." I said. "Will you do anything daddy wants? Will you earn the right to cum?" "Yes daddy. Pleeeeease!" He whined harder, pounding his cock. "I want to cum so badly. I'll do anything!" That's all I was waiting to hear. I grabbed his hair and shouted, "Open your mouth faggot!" Marky did and I just rammed my cock into it. I hit the back of his throat and he gagged. I didn't try to force my cock any further, that would come later, but I held his hair tight as I pistoned my cock in and out of his sweet young mouth. His fat red lips were stretched wide around my thick pole, and his teeth scraped me a bit, but I'd worry about that later. "Look up at the camera whore!" I ordered him. His eyes were bloodshot and tearstained from the gagging, but he looked up with those big brown eyes as I pummeled his cute boyish face. And that's all it took to push me over the edge. "Open wide and stick out your tongue!" I demanded and he obeyed, still looking into the camera. I pulled back and started shooting shot after shot into his 13 year old mouth, quickly filling it and coating his tongue. I shot the rest all over his face, coating it well before I finally ran out. I pushed him backward onto the rock and said, "You're a good boy. Cum for me faggot. Cum for daddy as you tell him what you are. NOW!" Marky threw his head back and moaned. "I'm a whore! I'm a slut! I'm a faggot!" He cried out as his cock fired off. His body shook and trembled as he coated himself with his huge load of teen sperm. When he finished, I didn't even have to tell him to, he just started licking up his cum, looking right into the camera, his face still covered in my load, looking like the deranged, angelic looking little cum slut I was turning him into.