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 Catherine's body jolted when her hotel room door opened.  She stood up,
phone still by her mouth, narrating everything as it happened.  "Oh my God,
the door just opened.  They have a key, a card, whatever.  Christ, it's a
man.  Two of them, wearing suits.  They . . .  They have luggage with them.
What are you two doing here?  Get out."

   The younger of the two smiled at her with placid friendliness.  "Miss,
this is our room."

   "There's only one bed," said the other man, several years older, old
enough to be his father.  "They made a copy of the wrong room key."

   "Okay, okay." Catherine hung up the phone.  "Can you go, can you please
just leave then?"

   "We didn't mean to startle you like this," the older man said.  "I'm
Steve.  This is Timothy."

   "Tim," the younger man said, holding out his hand.  "Do you mind if I
try some of your scotch?"

   Catherine shook it, unwilling thrust into social interaction with these
two strangers.  Timothy was young, too young, with darkening blond hair
that hung just into his eyes.  Early, early twenties.  Well built, but
still a puppy.  Or a beast, for a girl his own age, doubtlessly.  Steve, on
the other hand, was handsome in a nondescript way, strikingly so from the
eyes up and the barrel chest took her attention away from anything below
them.  Tim looked about him as though the wall paint were laced with
something suspicious that might have entered the atmosphere.

   "Nice scent," Steve said as he lifted Catherine's bottle of scotch off
the dresser and poured an inch into the plastic cup beside it.  "Timothy's
too young.  For scotch.  No taste for it.  You though?  You don't have any
tastes either.  Look at him.  Look at my boy.  See those soft . . .  Can
you see . . .  Can you really see . . .  Can you see that if suck the demon
seed out of him then none of other girls will have it?" Timothy smirked,
and began loosening his tie.  "Can you see that look in Timothy's eyes?"
Catherine most certainly could.  Tim was looking at her like an animal he
had run over in his car that he wanted to put down the rest of the way, as
much for its sake as to amuse himself.  Tim knew his place though and, when
his father said, "Timothy here looks like he could just drop to his knees
and eat you out."

   Timothy did exactly that, pulling of Catherine's skirt with her panties
and straining his head back to reach her pussy.  Catherine's moistening
pussy betrayed her and rewarded Tim with sweet nectar that he was much more
intent on feeding on than pleasing her.  It was not even sexual to him, not
arousing, not dirty, not a chore.  Timothy licked and drank the sweet
reward of licking and drinking the reward of eating and sucking a pussy
that struck him simply as beautiful.  "Mommy," he said when he looked up at
her.  Catherine was on the bed before she had her top off, peeling it off
her back with her ass presented for dick.  Tim climbed into bed behind her,
his clothes falling off him, and ran his hands over her body, pull her up
to massage her breasts, which Catherine resisted, not ready to be fondled,
just wanting Timmy in her.  "Thank you," he whispered in her ear when she
was back on her hands, before positing himself to slide into her.

   Catherine gurgled in pleasure when Tim had trouble entering her.  She
reach beneath her, between her legs, and splayed her lips to show the plush
entrance to her womb.  "Right there, sweetie.  Put it right there."

   Tim fit his dick to her and thrust.  Catherine smiled as he stretched
her open and looked up to see Steve's cock before her.  His smile caused
her to drop.  Steve watched smirked at his son as their new fuck thing took
his dick in her mouth, watching his boy hump a pussy for the first time,
watching his open mouth, his limp tongue, his unwillingness to make eye
contact.  "I love you, I love your dick in our woman, I love the need on
your face, I love the distance in your eyes.  How do you feel, Timothy?"

   "Mommy," Tim whined then shuddered, waking from his trance.  He looked
up at his father with love, fucking his toy onto his father's cock.  He
smiled.  Give her to me, dad."

   Catherine gagged as Steve forced his cock into her throat.  Flushed and
sweating, desperate not to escape when her body demanded it.  Timmy was
hard to take seriously as a lover, whatever pleasure he might bring her.  A
fuck, a lovely young fuck that, as she squirmed back against him, crushing
her ass against his hips, she knew was hers.  They held her that way, firm
short thrusts pinner her fast as her throat opened and, for the first time
ever, a cock eased its way down her gullet.  Her throat muscles rippled
around it as she swallowed, moth agape.  When the convulsions of orgasm
began to grip her, she thought she would vomit at first but instead
instinctively closed her mouth about Steve's dick and taking a firm pull of
dick meat as if it were a cigarette as her pussy squeezed about the son
born of the cock whose jizz was oozing into her stomach, trying to milk
little Timmy to the orgasm he needed so badly, his intestines where in
knots.

   Timothy had his hand on Catherine's back and was fucking into her harder
and harder, whining, "Tea, Tea, Tea, Tay, Tay, Tay." Finally, in an
explosion of emotion and cum into Catherine's cunt, he shuddered helplessly
and blubbered, "Take me," in shame.  Catherine remained still as Timothy
relished his ejaculation, the sensation of semen pumping forth from his
cock more gratifying than the orgasm itself, the utter perfection of
feeling it hot around the head of dick in the warmth of Catherine's pussy
was sublime to the brink of spiritual, his every need granted as his father
withdrew from Catherine's mouth and rotated about on the bed to kneel
behind his son.  Catherine, slumped forward, mouth agape and felt a weight
on her ass, a weight that cried out in pain moments later and sunk its
teeth into her.

   Steve took no pleasure in hurting his son, but he knew it must be, that
it was another lesson for Timothy to learn, and besides, it was so damned
right, piercing his little boy's slut-pussy to hear him scream, his
virginity taken.  "It's supposed to hurt," he told his son and watched
Timothy's head nod atop Catherine's ass.  Gently but firmly, Steve allowed
his son to become accustomed to his dick, the walls of his ass feeding him
the strength of ten men that he built to a slow release over many minute
until he was slamming in and out of his boy's shitter with brutal,
atavistic abandon.

   Tim felt confused, biting intermittently at Catherine's ass then finally
simply resting upon its softness as he submitted to his father's cock.  A
loud gurgling moan escaped him and, to his surprise, his father moaned in
time.  Smiling that his ass had coaxed pleasure from his father's mouth, he
decided to put on a bit of a show and began kissing and licking at
Catherine's butt cheeks.

   Catherine smiled an blushed, with a vague sense of curiosity at the
situation until she felt soft hand part her ass cheeks and a tongue enter
her anus, She let Timmy eat her, unconcerned, as her pussy drenched the
sheet, flushing the boy's cum out beneath her, under his very head.  "It'll
be over all too son," she thought.  Ten minutes later, she wasn't so sure.
She turned her head and saw the consternated look on Steve's face.  "Stop,
love," she said and pulled herself from beneath Timothy.  "Steven, lie
back. You're done everything you should.  Let us take care of it."

   Steve lay back on the pillow and spread his lips in satisfaction when a
touch of Catherine's hand at Timothy's hips was enough for him to straddle
his father's cock and sink his pussy-boy hole down around it.  Catherine
was already behind him to catch him and held him steady, her breasts
pressed into his back, her hand on his dick as he began to learn how to
ride not just a man, but his own father.  His daddy.

   "That's it," Catherine cooed, "Ride daddy's cock, make him understand
what you've really needed.  Do you want me Timmy?"

   Tim shook his head then leaned back and screeched as Catherine began
playing with his dick in earnest.  Bouncing a bit to keep him fucking
himself, she soothed him with the words she knew he wanted to hear.  "Your
mommy was such a bad woman to make you want her.  Your daddy was such a bad
man to offer her to you.  You want to be a baby again.  You are.  You're
right her in my arms, baby.  But what you really want right now is a baby."
She jerked his dick as fast as she could, sending him into paroxysms of
wailing and gyrations.  "You want a baby not to be a conduit for our
needs."

   "I'm so proud of you Timothy," Steve cut in.  "You love your dad's cock
and it loves being in you.  I love you, whore.  I love your fucking hole,
that void, that emptiness that was left for me to fill by all the things I
couldn't do, just by being your father.  But you have to do it, boy.  You
have to fuck daddy's cock."

   "You want a baby?" Catherine continued.  "Knock yourself up then, slut.
You filthy, dirty, perverted boy.  Do you want a boy or a girl?"

   "I . . .  Want . . .  A . . .  Man," Timmy cried, his head shaking,
tears flowing from his eyes as his father's legs and hips began bucking
beneath the two of them.

   Catherine pulled Timmy back, her hands lifting his calves, and Steve
mouthed him, sinking his cock into his son's hole.

   "Fucking remember daddy when he cums.  Remember I'm your daddy." He
leaned his head down and kissed Timothy.

   The kiss made everything right.  Tim returned it with enthusiasm, the
whole world loving him as he engaged in the most natural act in the world,
kissing his father, his tongue caressing his daddy's as his daddy's dick
raped his ass.  "Love me?" he asked.

   Steve nodded, surprised at his son's sudden passivity, as he fucked his
pussy.  "I do love you, Tim.  I'm going to make you mine, my baby, my
whore, my love.  You don't know what it's like to be a man's everything."

   "I do, dad," Tim said, his asshole insensate after being so long used.
"I always will."

   Catherine smiled.  "Till death do you part."

   "Honey!!!" Steve whined and fucked fast and hard into his son's ass as
he came.

   Catherine was surprised Steve kept his eyes opened as he came, watching
their pained wince as his son took his seed.  "Let me now, let me now," she
said, and shoved Steve aside before he was truly ready to move.  Her mouth
engulfed Timmy's cock but this was so unsatisfying.  She tossed him over
onto his stomach and made love to his used ass with her mouth, sucking his
father's seed out as best she could, trying to make it hers as Timmy
yelped, her tongue straining to reach up through his bowels to rip his
adam's apple from his throat.  "Tell me Mommy loves you," she said, rolling
him over again and taking his cock inside her.

   "No Mommy, no Mommy.  It's not right," Timmy whined.

   Steve smiled as he watched Catherine frantically try to please his son
every way should could think and fail to bring him the peace and love his
father's cock had.  When she lifted her mouth from his cock for the second
time, it had receded, only half erect.  Her breast brushed against it and,
magically, it stiffened in rapid jerks.  Smiling, Catherine, dragged her
mammary flesh about his little dick, fucking its urethra with one nipple
then the other, then finally collapsing atop him, his manhood, his boyhood
cradled between her soft tits.

   Catherine reached between his legs and grabbed his testicles in a firm
grasp that didn't squeeze.  Massaging them, tugging at them as though
tugging a breast, she smiled, her head on little Timmy's stomach as he
began to thrust his hips.  "Now, now," she said.

   Timmy's thrusts were gentle and soft and so were his whines, escaping
from his lips more like sighs.  There was no cry, just a longer sigh, only
a hair louder, as he came between her breasts, sealing her chest to his
belly.  She lifted her head and stared down at his semen covered stomach.

   Timmy stared up at her, wondering at the predatory look that wasn't at
all centered on his face.  Then he screamed when that head dove and forced
its tongue forcefully into his belly button to taste the cum cradled there.