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Your Last Morning
by Ramrod (rammer300@gmail.com)
***
In an alternate universe where even children face the
death penalty for homosexuality and incest, a father and
son make love one last time before being executed for
their forbidden love. (Mb, ped, preteen, inc, rom)
***
You see the early morning sun peek through the barred
window. The day you've been dreading is here.
You lie on the hard bed of your prison cell, spooning
with your 12-year-old son. Though the cell is cold, you
are both naked, your orange prison jumpsuits crumpled on
the floor. Your semi-hard cock is nestled in the crack
of his smooth young ass, splashed with dried cum from
last night's desperate lovemaking. His hairless, preteen
dick lies flaccid on the mattress in a pool of its own
seed. You are reluctant to wake your son, not wanting
him to know that the sun has risen. Today is the day
both you and he have been sentenced to death.
In the eyes of the theocratic Holy Republic, incest and
homosexuality are the only two crimes so severe that not
even children are exempt from the death penalty. Your
religious zealot harpy of a wife discovered the two of
you with your cock stuffed up your son's bottom as he
bent over the living room coffee table.
The trial was quick. Your son was given the chance to
sign a statement claiming that he had been raped by his
father, which would have spared him execution. You
begged him to sign it but he refused.
"No matter what the prophets say, I know our love was
blessed by God," he told you. "I will not deny it to
anyone."
You briefly wonder why both you and your son were placed
in the same cell, considering your crimes. Was it just a
bureaucratic oversight? Or is there someone on the other
end of that security camera on the ceiling who secretly
enjoys witnessing your crimes?
You look down at your son's blond head and lightly
caress his cock, thinking about the night your affair
had started. Due to a deacon getting sick, your wife had
to work late at the local church, leaving you alone with
your six-year-old son. The duty of bathing him is left
to you.
You soap his legs and, without thinking about it, start
rubbing his tiny cock. The moment you touch it, your son
lets out a moan of clearly sexual pleasure.
You stop, your heart pounding. Despite yourself, you
feel your cock hardening in your pajama pants.
"That felt good, Daddy," he said. "Could you do it
again?"
You nod dumbly and continue rubbing your soapy hand on
your son's cock. He moans loudly and squirms against
your hand. He grinds harder and faster until you feel
his tiny dick throb under your grasp. Your son gasps
loudly and, while you feel nothing coming out, you know
you just gave your son an orgasm.
The bathroom is silent for a long minute.
"That felt good, Daddy," he says again. "Could you do it
again?"
"Okay," you answer against your better judgment. "But
you must promise never to tell your mother."
"I promise! But..."
"But?" you echo nervously.
"Can I see yours?"
You sigh in relief. "Sure." You lower your pajama pants
and reveal your fully-grown cock.
Your son's eyes go wide. "WOW! It's so big and hairy!
And why's it wet at the end?"
"That's precum," you answer. "When a grownup man gets
the good feeling I just gave you, his cock squirts a lot
of white creamy stuff called 'sperm' or 'cum'."
"Woah. Can I see?"
"Absolutely." You stand, your cock pointing at your
son's face. You stroke your large, fatherly boner.
Thanks to your son's recent introduction to gay incest,
you are already on the verge of cumming and you stroke
less than a minute before groaning in pleasure and
spraying five thick white ropes of cum onto your son.
After you come down from your high, you open your eyes
to see your son's hair, face, and chest covered in your
seed. It runs down his smooth young body in white rivers
and mixes into his bathwater.
For six years, the two of you take any time alone to
indulge in your secret perversions. You introduce your
son to oral and anal sex and he loves giving and
receiving both. At first you are careful, only fucking
when you know your wife will be out of the house for a
long time. But as time goes on, you grow complacent,
sometimes sneaking off to your son's room while she
sleeps in the master bedroom. And that is what led to
your imprisonment here.
You wonder about that fateful night. If the deacon
hadn't gotten sick and if your wife hadn't needed to
work late, would you and your son get to live a long,
normal life? But you push the thought from your mind.
The two of you were never meant to have a normal father-
son relationship. You would prefer a short life sharing
the ultimate pleasure with your one true love than a
long life living as a mere father and son, forever
knowing that your relationship was missing something but
never knowing what.
Back in the present, you feel your son stirring awake in
your arms. Without looking at you, he says "Is it time
yet?"
"Almost." His execution is scheduled for the morning
while yours is in the evening. Any minute now, the
guards will come to escort him to his death. The thought
of living even a few hours without your son is
unbearable.
Your son rises from the bed and places his hands around
the bars of your cell door, jutting his ass back at you.
"Daddy, please fuck me one last time. If I'm going to
die, I want to do it with your seed inside me."
Your cock rises to meet your son's last request. You
take your place behind him and stuff your erection into
his tight little butthole one more time. You both grunt
and moan in pleasure and you begin thrusting in and out
of him like a piston, pounding his prostate. The other
prisoners hear the familiar sounds of erotic ecstasy and
being cheering and jeering at you. Knowing your
incestuous affair is being watched and listened to only
arouses you further.
You hear the footsteps of guards down the hallway and
know that you don't have much time left.
"I'm cumming! Son, I'M CUMMING!" You release a massive
flood of thick white cum into your son's rectum as he
lets out a loud, high-pitched cry of pleasure and
squirts his own load of cum outside the prison bars. It
is the last time either of you will ever cum.
You both pant from the intensity of your last lovemaking
session as the guards' footsteps grow nearer. You pull
your now flaccid cock from your son's anus as the guards
appear at your door. They order him to put on his prison
jumpsuit. As soon as he is decent, they open the cell
door. You try to give him one last kiss on the lips but
he is roughly pulled away and the door slammed shut once
more.
Neither of you cry. You've both cried so many times in
the past few weeks that you have no more tears to shed.
You press your face through the bars and watch as he is
led to his death. You see a dark wet spot forming on the
seat of his prison uniform. They turn the corner and
that is the last you see of him.
You return to your bed with nothing to do but await your
own execution. You try praying to God but you don't hear
Him answer. Your son believed that God had blessed your
love but you are not so sure. All you know is that
whether you go to Heaven or Hell, you will be with him.
And that is all that matters.
END