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If any of these things offend you, then turn back now. *** Hello. My name is Markus. I'm a 20-something year old who lives with his sexy Dad in a small town called Kirkland in northern Illinois, about an hour west of some city called Chicago. I have no job, no car, and no social life outside of the house. I'm supported by my Dad, and a monthly Social Security check. The government thinks I'm a moron, so they give me free money. I spend most of my time playing video games during the day while listening to Juggalo music. At night, I rape my Dad. That's right. You read it right. I rape my Dad. I tie him up in chains and rape him. I rape my Dad. I've been doing it for at least 15 years, ever since I was a pre-teen. I know it's wrong, but it feels so good I don't wanna be right. Why do I rape my Dad? Well it's because he's so sexy. He has long blonde hair, an orange beard, and huge muscles. Most people say that it's actually fat, and not muscle, but I don't agree. He's in his late-40s, and is almost 50. However, he looks really good for his age. The only flaw that I can think of is that he's starting to get bags under his eyes. I think it's from so many years of me raping him, and making his life pure Hell for so long. It could also be the dope that he smokes to relieve himself of the stress. Or it could be both. He also drinks and smokes a lot too to deal with the raping. In fact, the stress was getting so bad that he even went bald for a couple years, until I used my powers to make his long sexy hair grow back, in order to make him sexy again. Heck, even with bald hair, he was still sexy. That's how sexy he is. As for me, I'm about 23. I have blonde messy hair, chubby, and have a light scar running down my cheek. I got it from when my Dad and I were fighting, and he took a knife and jammed it into my face. I used to have freckles when I was younger, but when I got older, I grew zits, and that destroyed them. The zits are gone now, so now I have neither. I don't wear shirts. I only wear black sweat pants that I never wash. I also don't wear underwear. Anyway, back to my Dad. He's become so used to being raped over the years, he doesn't think it's a big deal anymore. Sure, he still screams when I ram my cock up his ass, and keep thrusting inside for hours on end, but he's cum to terms with it. He just accepts it as part of his everyday life. Sort of like how a person who has some sort of disability or disease learns how to deal with it and try their best to have a semi- normal life. It's the same thing with my Dad. I've thought about killing my Dad several times before. One time, I came pretty close. I grabbed an ax, and sneak up behind him as he was taking a shit. I have the power to move through walls, and so I could sneak up behind him in the room next door. I raised the ax, and swung it towards his head, but then I changed my mind. When I did, it was literally half an inch from his head. If I changed my mind a mili-second later, it would've been too late. One day, I was playing video games, when my Dad got home from work. I got an instant hard on when I saw him cum through the door. My cock grew six inches in an instant. "Hi Dad," I said while reaching my hand into my pants. "Hi, ya' little incest perve," he grumbled as he sat on his ass. "Oh surprise, surprise. You're playing video games." It was obvious my Dad was in a bad mood. He's always in a bad mood. but more than usual this time. "Dad, why are you in such a bad mood? You're home with me, your lover, Markus." He just shook his head. "You're my son, not my lover. But we've been over that a thousand times by now. Literally." I paused the game, turned around and took down my pants (I don't wear underwear). "Suck it." My Dad sighed, got on his knees, and started sucking my cock. His mouth felt so good on my six inch cock. I trained him to take my cock all the way in his mouth, so he was gagging most of the time as my penis head reached down his throat. I've been making my Dad suck my cock for so many years, that he's become a real pro. He knows how to lick and suck my dick in all the right places, because he knows if I'm not a hundred percent satisfied, there will be some very severe consequences. "Look up at me, groan, and say 'Oh Markus,' Dad." "Oh, Markus," My Dad did a sexy groan as he looked at me. Since my cock was stuffed in his mouth, it sounded really muffled. It was so hot seeing my cock inside of my mouth. After making him suck my dick for about a minute, I was in the mood for him to suck my balls. "Suck my balls," I commanded. He then took his mouth off my cock, and began sucking my testicles. While he did this, I took my dick and began rubbing it against his head. "Oh, Dad..." I groaned. I then yanked his hair, just for fun, which caused him pain. After a couple minutes of sucking my balls, I was ready to have an orgasm. I grabbed my Dad's hair again, yanked his head back, and made him look up at me. "Alright, Dad! Finish me off! Make me cum!" I said while putting my cock against his lips. "Let it back in!" He then opened his mouth, and my penis went back inside. After sucking me off for about another minute, I was almost ready to cum. "Dad! Keep sucking! Keep sucking! Yes! Yes! Yes! OOOOHHHHH, DAAAAAD! OOOHHHH! YYYYEEEEAAAAHHHH!" I yelled as I could feel an orgasm vibrate through my body. I loved feeling my cum squirt in his nice, warm mouth. That's what I live for (video games too). After shooting all my cum in his mouth, he took his mouth off my dick. "Swallow, you man whore," I said before slapping his face. He did as he was told. He let my man seed go down his throat and into his sexy body. My Dad got off the ground and sat back down on the couch. He didn't bitch about it. He didn't say anything. Making him suck my cock whenever I want him to, is just routine. A couple times he's tried to bite my dick off with his teeth when he's really pissed, and he's actually succeeded too. Whenever he does, I scream in pain and he runs away. However, I make my cock grow back, and take my old cock he bit off and shove it down his mouth when I eventually catch him. "You know Markus, when's the last time you took a shower?" my Dad asked. "About three years ago. Why?" I asked, getting suspicious. "You've sat in the living room for so many years playing video games, it's starting to smell like you. You never shower, so the smell never changes. This entire room is a bunch of BO," he said. That pissed me off, so I took my X-Box 360, which I bought using tax payer money, and threw it at his face. "OUCH! WHAT THE FUCK, MARKUS!!?" he yelled. I must've hurt him really bad, because he groaning in pain and covering his face with his hands. "NEVER INSULT ME AGAIN, DAD!" I yelled. I looked down and noticed that the X-Box was broken! That took two Social Security checks for me to buy. I was pissed. "DAD, YOU MADE ME BREAK MY X-BOX! I WANT YOU TO BUY ME A NEW ONE! RIGHT NOW!" "Whatever, Markus. My point was is that we should get some candles to get rid of the stench. I bought some after work today, and I'm gonna start using them, OK?" "You went somewhere after work without my permission?" I asked. My Dad is strictly forbidden from going anywhere besides work unless he asks my permission first. I want him straight home when he's done working, and he better have a damn good reason to not be with me. If he breaks that rule, there are horrible consequences. "You know what, Dad? Just for that, you have to get me a new X-Box 360 RIGHT NOW!" I screamed. I then got in his hands and yelled at him some more. "RIGHT NOW! NOW! NOW! NOW! NOW! GET ME A NEW X-BOX! NOOOOOWWWWWW!" "ALRIGHT! I'LL GET YOUR FUCKIN' X-BOX!" He got off his ass, put on his jacket, and went to drive to get me a new X-Box. Since Kirkland is a small town in the middle of nowhere, there are no major stores here, so he had to drive at least half an hour to the nearest Wal-Mart, and then another half hour back, just for me. It would be a while until he got back, so I was bored and wanted to do something. I decided to take out one of the candles that he bought. He's so sexy. It smelled very nice. It was a cinnamon flavor. I then used my powers to light the candle by blowing fire from my mouth (I've almost burned down the house a couple of times using my fire powers). I then placed it next to me, and smelled the candle. I could tell there was some incense. And it was getting me high. The more I sniffed it, the higher I got. I felt like I was moving up into the fifth dimension. I then began to see visions. I started seeing demon faces all over the place. They were smiling and giggling. Not only that, but there were also glowing flowers. I also began seeing an animated 3D image of my Dad, and he had bigger muscles than usual. He also had a bigger cock than usual. He was also taller than usual. He's usually about six foot, which is average, but was seven feet in my vision. "Hello, Markus." he said with a big, deep voice that echoed. He then smiled, and squinted his eyes. "UUUUHHHH!" he grunted. The sound was loud that it was shaking the house. "Dad! You're so big and sexy! I've never seen you so sexy before!" "Then cum and make love to me, Markus," he said with his sexy echoey voice. He took out his massive cock, which I happily sucked. When I give my Dad head, he usually doesn't like it. He always sighs and rolls his eyes, but in my vision he was closing his eyes, tilting his head back, and smiling. The demons kept giggling and the flowers kept glowing as I made love to me Dad. After sucking his cock for three minutes, he cummed, and tons of his hot, warm man seed dribbled into my mouth. Cum was flowing into my mouth, and dripping down my chin. I had never seen him cum so much! 3D was so much cooler than real life Dad. If only 3D Dad was real. As he orgasmed, he shouted, "BOOOLEEE! BOOOLEEE! BOOOLEEE!" After he was done cumming, he reached down, grabbed my face, and gave me a kiss. His own cum that was on my face smeared onto his lips. I could feel his tongue roll in my mouth, and I did the same for him. Even writing about it makes me hard. "Oh 3D Dad, I wish we could hold and kiss each other forever," I told him, beginning to tear up. "Me too, Markus. Me too." After he said that, my high wore off and 3D Dad vanished. I was sad. The giggling demons and shiny flowers were gone too. It was the most awesomest experience of my life, and it only last a few minutes. I needed to do this more. I needed to sniff more incense so I could make love to 3D Dad. "Oh 3D, Dad! I'm cumming back for you!" I kept sniffing candle incense for several hours, and kept having sex with 3D Dad over and over and over again. It was so awesome, and so much better than sex with my real Dad. The real Dad just screams and cries when I have sex with him, but not this one. Not this one indeed. After doing this for many hours, my real life Dad finally came home. He had a bag in his hand, with my new X-Box inside. "Here you go, your majesty. Another X-Box for you to break when you throw another tantrum," he said. "Go to Hell, Dad. You're NOTHING like 3D Dad!" "3D Dad? What the hell is that?" "GET THE FUCK AWAY, DAD! I'VE GOT A BETTER DAD NOW! AND I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE!" "Good! Have fun fucking your 3D Dad, whatever the fuck that is," he said before walking away. I picked up my incense candle, and took another big whiff. "3D Dad, let's have a magical night." I spent the night having sex with 3D Dad, although this one didn't scream, cry, or threaten to kill himself when it was all over with. It was the best night I ever had. The orgasms were great, the cum was plentiful, and the sex was hot and passionate. We literally fucked all night, and it was all thanks to the incense. I spent the next several days, smelling candle incense to have my visions. Unfortunately, after a while, I was starting to run out, and I needed to get more. I had to know where my Dad got it, and if he could get more. One morning, he was eating breakfast (I'm only allowed to eat breakfast with him on the weekends). As he was eating, I slammed the kitchen table six times with my fist. "Dad, where did you get the incense?" "I got it from Yankee Candle at the Cherry Valley mall." I slammed the table six more times. "Markus, do you have to keep doing that?" "Buy me some more! I need to get high on those candles! I've been having the best sex I've ever had and I need you to buy more!" "Markus, our budget is tight. You steal over half my paycheck every week to pay for your gay porn DVDs and video games! I can't afford it! We've barely got enough to pay for groceries and bills!" I was so pissed that I took his plate of food and slammed it on the ground. "IF I CAN'T HAVE SEX WITH 3D DAD, THEN I'LL GO BACK TO RAPING YOU INSTEAD!" "W-Well in that c-case..." he stuttered while grabbing his wallet. He grabbed three hundred dollar bills and gave them to me, although he was so nervous that his whole body was shaking, and had trouble getting in his wallet. "There! Buy all the incense candles 300 bucks can get you!" I screamed, "ARNEE DEESH! ARNEE DEESH! ARNEE DEEEEEESSSSSHHHHH!" and ran away to get more candles. When I got to Yankee Candle in the Cherry Valley mall, and I bought 250-dollar's worth of incense candles. I saved the other 50 dollars to get some new gay porn DVDs that I can watch my Dad on Friday nights. However, I used the incense so much that I ran out in just a few days. I was becoming addicted. At first, I only used the incense every few hours, then every few half hours, then every half hour, then every 10 minutes, and then every 5 minutes, and then I was doing it all day, every day, seven days a week. I wasn't even playing video games. Suddenly, hundreds of dollar's worth of incense wasn't that much. I finally had to ask my Dad for more. He was working on a van outside. He was half-way crawled underneath, and I could see his ass crack. Kee. Our van is really shitty and old, and it's always breaking down. The reason we don't have a new one because I always drain his wallet. "Dad, I need more money for incense candles." I said. "MARKUS! I DON'T HAVE THE MONEY! I DON'T GET PAID FOR ANOTHER WEEK, AND WE BARELY HAVE ANY CASH!" he screamed as he worked underneath the van. I wasn't paying attention, since I kept looking at his ass crack. It was turning me on. I've always loved my Dad's man ass. His ass is nice, big, and hairy. I've always liked to lick his asshole too. "I want money for incense candles." I repeated. My Dad sighed, got up from underneath the van, and got in my face. "I HAVE NO MONEY! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU!!?" "Do you understand that if I can't rape 3D Dad, then I'll have to rape YOU!!?" "Markus, I have no idea who the fuck 3D Dad, or WHAT it is, all I know is that it's something fucked up and weird, but if it keeps you from raping ME instead, then keep fucking him! But I don't have the money! OK!!?" I rape my Dad. "OK, Daddy. Then I expect you naked, chained up to the wall, tonight at midnight," I growled. Suddenly, I thought of an idea. I would just steal his money. I walked back inside the house, and picked up his wallet, which was on the kitchen table, and took out all the money inside. There was only about a hundred dollars, which he probably needed for gas and bills, but I didn't care. After taking the money, I ran toward Cherry Valley, which was like a half an hour away. I could have just used my powers to warp over there instantly, but I forgot that I had those powers, and kept running. I needed 3D Dad! I got to the mall, and was out of breath. I had ran non-stop, and felt like Hell. I looked up at the balcony where I could see Yankee Candle. I then ran up the escalator, pushing and shoving people out of the way. I made a little girl fall backwards on the escalator, which hurt her pretty bad. I then got up to the store, and grabbed a hand full of incense candles. "I WANT CANDLES!" I yelled. "OK! OK! You need to calm down, kid," the cashier said. "You don't need to scream and yell every time you buy these things." I was pissed. Nobody insults me! I was bent down, and was looking up at him, still catching my breath. My eyes began glowing red, and blood starting foaming down my mouth, and my teeth grew. The cashier started looking scared for some reason. "O-Ok! Just c-calm down," he stuttered. As he took my money, and was getting out my change, I kept staring at him with my red eyes, sharp teeth, blood foaming mouth, and glowing eyes. I could tell it was freaking him out. He gave me my change, I grabbed the candles and ran off. As I ran through the mall, everybody was staring at me. The security guards told me to slow down, but I didn't listen. I've gotten in trouble with them many times. When I finally got home, my Dad was by the kitchen table, holding open his wallet. He looked pissed. "WHERE DID THOSE CANDLES CUM FROM, MARKUS!!? AND WHERE'S MY MONEY!!? GEE, I WONDER IF THERE'S A FUCKING CONNECTION!!?" he yelled. My Dad is always cute when he gets angry (but also annoying). "You know what? 3D Dad would NEVER yell at me! 3D would be understanding of why I stole your money to buy these candles! So-" I began to say, but my Dad was very rude and interrupted me. "I'M SO SICK OF HEARING ABOUT 3D DAD! WHO THE FUCK IS HE!!?" "He's a 3D version of you that I see when I get high on incense and travel to the fifth dimension! And he's a version of you who's sexy! And he likes it when I rape you! Although since he enjoys it I guess it's technically not rape, but I still like to pretend that it is! But either way, he's MUCH better than you!" "Markus, you can't just steal my money! OK? I have to pay for bills, gas, groceries, taxes, and other shit so we can have a roof over our head! And now all my money is gone, and I had tons of bills to pay for next week, that I now can't pay! Which means tons of FUCKING LATE FEES!" "That's not my problem, Dad! As long as I can fuck 3D you, nothing else matters! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna make love to 3D you," I said. I turned around, went into the living room, lit the candle, and embraced the incense. "OOOOHHHHH YYYEEEEAAAHHHH!" I groaned sexually, taking in the smell. The latest batch of candles I had bought only lasted for two days. Yeah, I was using them that much. I literally screamed when I found out I was out of candles! I needed more money! But my Dad claimed we were out! So what was I to do? As usual, I asked my Dad for money. And again, as usual, he yelled at me, and said no. But I had to think of something. Should I rob a bank? Should I rob a neighbor's house? I couldn't decide. But it suddenly hit me that perhaps I could steal money from my Dad's drawer. I remembered he sometimes keeps money in there. I decided to go for it. You can easily go into his bedroom through our living room, which is right next door, but I forgot you could do that. So I had to crawl through the window. So as soon as my Dad went to work one morning, I lifted the bottom of the window seal, and lifted it up. I then crawled inside. It was a pain in the ass, but I managed to crawl in. Since I'm a couple hundred pounds overweight, I run out of breath easily, and was having a hard time breathing. After 10 minutes of catching my breath, I got up to the drawer, and looked for cash. I kept looking and looking, and was just mostly finding underwear, socks, and other things. Finally, I found some cash. It was two bucks. Two bucks? That's it? I was pissed. I slammed the top of the drawer in anger. "THAT'S NOT ENOUGH!" I yelled. "DAD! WHERE DO YOU KEEP YOUR FUCKING MONEY!?" I then crawled back out the window, and went back inside my house through the front door to play some video games. Since I was out of incense candles, I decided to just play video games for hours and hours non-stop, until he finally came home. "Why aren't you fucking 3D Dad?" he asked. I was too busy playing video games to respond. I just said, "Uh" and that was it. He then went over to his bedroom, and brought back out what looked like a camera. I was playing video games, so I wasn't really paying attention, and I didn't care. After about 10 minutes, he came back into the living room with a video tape in his hand. "Markus, I wanna talk to you," he said. I wasn't sure what was going on. I thought maybe he was going to talk to me about pudding, but it wasn't the case. "Did you sneak into my bedroom?" he asked. "Of course not. Why would I sneak into your bedroom, Daddy?" I asked. I was lying, of course. I lie to my Dad all the time. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Then why was the window open?" "I don't know," I lied. "Maybe Melissa was trying to sneak in to use the bathroom." Melissa is my fat sister. "Really?" he asked. "Then why are the drawers all open?" I just stared at him, trying to think of an answer, but I couldn't think of anything. I went back to playing video games. My Dad however picked up the remote, pointed it at the TV, and turned on the VCR, which meant I couldn't see my game anymore! I looked up, and on the TV was video of me sneaking into the room through the window. He actually video taped me! "FUCK YOU, DAD!" I yelled as I slammed the newly paid for X-Box with my fist. "Markus, I placed a hidden camera in my room. I had a feeling you would try to steal my money, and I caught you red handed," he said. "YOU COCK SUCKER! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU VIDEO TAPED ME!" I screamed. I was so fucking pissed! What he did was wrong! "Markus, you sneak into MY bedroom to steal money! THAT was wrong!" my fat Dad said. "Besides, you have Social Security money that the government gives you every month for being a fucking retard, why not use that instead?" "BECAUSE IT'S NOT ENOUGH! I NEED AS MUCH INCENSE AS I CAN GET!" I explained. He just didn't understand. Nobody does. WHY!!? "You know, Markus, I think I need to put you in a home," my Dad said, while shaking his head. "This candle incense shit is getting extreme. Really extreme." "I hate you," I growled. I then spit in his face and ran downstairs to my room in the basement. Afterwards, I heard my Dad go to the tip of the stairs. "OH YOU HATE ME, HUH!!? AND YET YOU HAVE NO PROBLEM TAKING FOOD FROM ME! USING THE ELECTRICITY I PAY FOR! USING THE WATER I PAY FOR EVERY MONTH! I DO SO MUCH FOR YOU, AND YOU REPAY ME BY STEALING MY MONEY, RAPING ME, AND SPITTING IN MY FACE!!? FUCK YOU!" "Really? Yes please," I said. I then made tentacles cum from my body and reach out of my room and towards the upstairs. My Dad screamed, because he knew what was about to happen. I was about to rape him. He started running and screaming, and I was trying to reach him with my tentacles. I warped in-front of my Dad, which stopped him in his tracks. He screamed again when he saw me, and I was less than a foot in-front of him. I gave him an evil smile, grabbed his throat, and lifted him off the ground. "Praeparo instruo futus," I said. That's Latin for 'Prepare to be raped.' I then slammed him to the ground with my tentacols (which probably hurt him), got my cock out, used my powers to make him butt naked, and jumped on top of him. "GET OFF ME, MARKUS! YOU'RE GROSS AND SWEATY!" he yelled. I didn't say anything. I just giggled and inserted my cock inside of his asshole, which caused him to scream in pain. I then started thrusting inside his tight, warm asshole. As usual, it felt soooo good. I could hear the sound of my ball sack smacking against his own ball sack. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "GET OFF OF ME! YOU'RE SO HOT AND SWEATY I CAN'T EVEN BREATH!" he screamed. "Shut up!" I said, slapping his face. I then placed my face down, and bit one of his tits, while sucking and slurping on it. It made him scream in pain. You can see bite marks on his tits from all the years I've bitten on his nipples. I continued fucking him in the ass, thrusting my unit in and out, in and out, in and out of his poop hole, getting closer to an orgasm every time I did so. I stopped sucking his nipples, and smacked his face again. "OH DAD! YOUR ASS IS SO TIGHT!" I growled. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! My Dad kept crying and crying, and yelling as I fucked him. This was pretty typical, and happens every single time. I admit that I enjoy hearing my Dad suffer as I destroy his asshole. It makes it even more enjoyable. After I fucked his ass for a couple minutes, I finally burst my seed into his asshole. "OOOOHHHH, DAAAAD! OOOHHHH, YYYYEEEESSS!" My orgasm felt so good, although not as good as it usually is with 3D Dad. I then took my dick out. "ALRIGHT, DAD! I WANT YOUR DICK!" I said. I then used my powers to make his cock hard, thick, and six inches long. I then put my mouth onto his cock, and began sucking. I made a bunch of sexy groans, hoping that it would turn him on, but it never does. He never likes it when I fuck him. I even lightly nibbled his cock, because I think it's hot to nibble cocks like hot dogs. I took my mouth off his cock and started jerking him off instead. I looked right at his face, spit on him, and growled, "KEEEESSSSHHHH!" I then went back to sucking him off. After a couple minutes, he orgasmed, and cummed in my mouth. "OOOOHHHH, DAAAAD! I LOVE YOUR MAN CUM!" I yelled while his cum was shot up into my mouth. I took that cum, which was dribbling down my mouth, and rubbed it all over my chest. "Oh, Dad! I can feel you on my body!" I said. Having his cum on my chest turned me on again, so I started masturbating. I got up, positioned myself right above his face, and kept beating off. After about a minute, I had another orgasm and cummed again, and this time it was all over his face. "YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!" I grunted as I felt my second orgasm. My Dad was grossed out, but just laid there and took it. "LICK IT UP! DO IT! LICK UP MY CUM!" My Dad used his tongue to lick up the cum that was on his orange beard. "DAD! DO IT ALL SEXY LIKE! GROAN FOR ME AND DO IT RIGHT!" I screamed. He started doing sexy groans as he ate my cum. He used his hands to gather all the hot, warm cum I spewed all over his sexy face and placed it in his mouth. After a couple minutes, he ate all of my semen. "I want you see to say, 'MMMMMMMMM I love your cum so I much I wish they sold it in grocery stores on Saturdays." "MMMMMM. I love your cum so much I wish they sold it in grocery stores on Saturdays," he repeated. Well, I was satisfied. I was done raping him. "Alright, Dad. We're done until later tonight. But before you go, I want you to get on your knees!" Being the good little bitch that he is, he did as I told him. I then turned around, opened up my ass cheeks, and farted right in his face. It's a little ritual that I like to do whenever I get done raping him. After that my Dad got up from his knees, still catching his breath from barely being able to breath from my fat, sweaty body. He just looked at me, and shook his head. "I hate you, Markus. I literally hate you." He turned around, and went towards the bathroom so he could throw up. Sometimes he gets so grossed out by having sex with his own son that it literally makes him sick. I don't see what's so gross about having sex with your own son, but whatever. I smiled, and sighed, satisfied with our love making. The sex wasn't as good as it was with 3D Dad, but the fact he was being raped made up for it, and I realized how much I missed raping him. I missed his screaming, crying, and the occasional vomiting afterwards. Rape. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 76