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Subject: My Nifty Son (Gay Incest) My Nifty Son This is fiction. Nifty is a treasure we all enjoy. Please support it if you can. I love to hear from readers. You can write me at hoo I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I looked at what I had pulled up from my son’s internet history, shocked at the depravity and intensity of the stories he had been reading on a site called Nifty. His favorite sections appeared to be gay adult youth and gay incest, with a smattering of bestiality thrown in just to make it worse. The stories he read had dad’s hard face fucking their sons. Little boys eating their dad’s hairy asses. Little kids thrilled to be gang banged by adults. Little boys sucking cock and eating cum, both human and canine. Fathers pissing in their kid’s mouths. Cum eating pre-pubescent boys searching for adult cock. “What kind of kid his age reads this?” I thought, mortified but unable to ignore my own raging hard on straining at the fabric of my sweats. “A little cocksucking whore of a kid,” I said out loud quietly. “That’s what kind of kid reads this. A kid like my son.” It made sense to me, now, all the times he “accidentally” walked into the bathroom when I was using it. All the times underwear went mysteriously missing from my dirty laundry. The times he would lay, spread eagled on his bed, wearing only his briefs and want me to come in and chat, especially if I wasn’t fully dressed. I thought of little Geoff, now asleep in his bed, sitting on this very chair, his little boycock hard as he played with himself. Reading these stories. Fantasizing about…fantasizing about… “Me,” I moaned out loud. “Fantasizing about me using him like in these stories.” My cock pulsed and pre-cum oozed from the head once I admitted it. He had spent about an hour in here earlier, unsupervised, wearing Spider-Man pajamas. Was he sitting here, his little cocklet sticking out of the fly? Picturing himself as the son and me as the father? Unbidden, unwanted, the images came into my head. Me face fucking my son. My little boy, laying between my legs worshipping my cock. His little tongue in my ass, exploring, probing, pleasing. My son, moaning while he sucked a dog’s cock, telling me it tasted different than mine. My son, straddling me, his little feet on either side of my thighs as he sat down on my hard paternal cock, sharing an open mouthed kiss with me as şişli travesti my cock head penetrated his virgin hole. Had he sat there thinking these same things? Stroking his boycock? Stroking it and moaning…moaning… “Dad?” I heard a voice behind me. Geoff’s voice. I didn’t turn around, sure that even in the darkness of the room my raging hard on tenting my pants would be obvious. “But he wants it,” something in the back of my mind whispered, “he wants you to rape his little fag mouth and both of you are going to fucking love it.” “Dad, I can’t sleep,” he said, his little boy voice high pitched and needy. I took a deep breath. Slowly, I swung the chair around. My rock hard cock tented my sweats obscenely. I watched Geoff’s eyes widen in surprise, his flaxen hair even paler in the moon light, the silhouette of his tiny body visible in the door way. “Interesting stuff you’ve been reading, son,” I said, my voice thick with lust. He took a step closer and I could see him now in the glow from the computer screen. His eyes were still wide but a look of hope and desire crept onto his face as he stared at rod pulsing through my pants, a small drop of precum darkening the fabric around my dripping cock head. I could see his little boycock straining at his spider man pajama bottoms and he reached down to paw it with one hand. Both of us stood frozen, our eyes meeting. I took a shaky breath and then nodded at my cock before brining my eyes back up to meet his. And then he stepped forward, his pink tongue darting out to moisten his soft, fuckable lips. He took one more step and then another and then he was right in front of me. I spread my legs wide and he stood between my thighs. Our eyes remained locked as he slowly reached out, his small hand grasping my hard on through my pants. My cock pulsed and we both moaned. I wanted him to make the first move. I wanted to be sure this is what he wanted. I thought of all the stories he had been reading, how verbal and aggressive the fathers were. I lifted my hips and yanked down my sweats, revealing my hard, oozing cock. He gasped when he saw it and reached out, grabbing it with his hand. His hand was too small to wrap around it, going only about halfway. I reached down with one hand and put it under his chin, turning his head up to meet my eyes. “Is this what you want?” I said, my voice husky beylikdüzü travesti and overwhelmed with lust. He swallowed hard, his little tongue darting out again to lick his lips. “Yes, dad,” he answered. “Then suck my fucking cock, you little whore. Suck your dad’s hard incest cock and make me cum. You know you want it, cum slut.” He groaned and leaned forward. His soft, pink tongue darted out, licking the precum that was leaking from my piss-slit. I nearly came but managed to hold myself back. He licked the head of my cock eagerly, hungrily, and then ran his tongue down my shaft. He moved down to my balls, licking, huffing at the scent, sucking them into his tiny mouth, and then licked his way back up to my pulsing cockhead. He tried to take my cockhead in his mouth, but his mouth was just too small for it. He wrapped his beautiful lips around it taught and strained just to take the tip in. I felt his tongue teasing my piss slit. Eager as could be, he grabbed onto my thighs and tried to pull himself further onto my cock, hungry to take more of it into his cocksucking mouth, straining to open his jaw further. His eyes met mine and I saw the desperate, eager hunger and need. I reached down with one hand and placed it on the back of his head. He moaned, deep in his throat, making my cock vibrate with pleasure. I pushed on the back of his head, thrusting up with my hips, watching his lips stretch further and his little face distend as my cock penetrated first a half inch, then another, and then my head was fully in his warm little mouth. “Yes,” I hissed, “Suck my cock, you hungry little fag.” He moaned non-stop, eagerly working my cock head. Snot leaked out of his nose and tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes. I felt hesitant for a moment. This was my little boy. My little tow-headed son, not some cheap whore on a street corner! But then he grabbed my thighs, desperately trying to pull himself deeper on my cock. He gagged hard, backed off, and then tried again. This was my son. My little tow-headed boy. And he was eagerly gagging himself on my cock. I pushed harder on the back of his head and thrust up again, pushing deeper and moaning myself as I heard him gag. “Take it slut, take it whore. This is what you want, right? To be a little fag sucking your own father’s cock?” Amazingly, he nodded his head, my cock still buried istanbul travesti in his mouth. Something overcame me then, a lust I had never experienced before. Still holding his head, I stood up. I started thrusting hard, listening to him moan and gag, feeling his little hands grab onto my thighs to keep from being knocked over. That same eager, desperate lust filled his eyes even as tears ran out of the corners of his eyes and snot and spit ran down his face as he choked on my thrusting dad cock. I grabbed his head with both hands and fucked hard, watching his eyes roll into the back of his head in ecstasy as I felt my cock hit the back of his throat and then push beyond, settling into his velvet esophagus. I held him there for a moment, listening to him gag and wretch as his nose was buried in my pubes and my balls smothered his little chin. I pulled back out of his throat and looked into his eyes again. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked. My cock still in his little mouth, he shook his head no, meeting my gaze with that same eager, hungry need. He grabbed my thighs harder, trying to yank me further into his wet, sucking cum dump of a mouth. That was all the permission I needed. I pushed his head deeper on my cock, holding him there while I started fucking. His moans and hard gagging were like music to my ears. I started talking just like those dads in those stories, a litany of filth. “Choke on it, son. Yes, that’s it. Worship your own father’s cock, just like Noah’s son did. I am going to use you as a mouth whore every day from here on. Sometimes I will show up at your school and take you out for the day, just so you can spend it face down in my lap choking on my cock and eating my cum. Maybe I should get you a dog you can suck off whenever I’m not around since you’re such a whore. Maybe we can find other men to use you. We need someone for you to suck off while I fuck your little ass, after all. Someone to force fuck you while I piss on your face.” My little Geoff choked and gagged hard, moaning endlessly and I felt him shudder with a dry cum as I banged his throat like he was a cheap whore. His dry orgasm brought me over the edge and I had the most intense orgasm of my life. He couldn’t keep up and my cum spewed out of the corner’s of his mouth, some even squirting out of his nose, as he gagged and choked on it. My knees felt weak and I collapsed back into the computer chair. My son followed, keeping the head of my cock in his mouth. “Did you like that, son?” I asked, once I fell back down to earth. “I loved it dad!” he squeaked. And then started licking up the rest of my cum.
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