Silent Night. Unholy Night. 2 by Sydhobart222

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The content of the story is not representative of the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character that they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.

Feature Writer: Sydhobart222

Feature Title: Silent Night. Unholy Night. 2

Published: 21.01.2024

Story Codes: Incest, Bestiality. Young. Devil Worship. Supernatural.

Synopsis: Santa and Satan, all in one.

Silent Night. Unholy Night. 2

Jason Hull was preparing for bed, excited that the following day was the big day everyone was excited about. Jason slipped into his favorite stockings, enjoying the feel of the nylon enclosing his slender, smooth young, legs. He was a good-looking fourteen-year-old boy, even pretty, he received compliments about his pretty face, some even telling his parents their son was even a little girlish, feminine. Jason didn’t mind, he wanted to be a girl, hence the sexy, black stockings he liked to wear secretly, but his parents knew of his fetish for girlie things, which did disappoint them a little, being more traditional in the outlook. Jason snuggled up in his warm bed, looking forward to waking up the next morning, discovering what his parents had bought him for Christmas, and sharing the Christmas experience with his parents, just like any child.

Jason’s peace was disturbed by the noises coming from the bedroom next to his own, his parent’s bedroom. Loud noises, noises of lust, and animalistic grunting as his mother was being fucked by his dad. He could hear them, as he often did, fucking and sucking each other, writhing in their bed demanding satisfaction from the other.

“Why doesn’t daddy ever fuck me?” Jason pondered, reaching for his little cocklet, stiff from imagining his father pounding into his mother’s cunt.

“I’d let him, I’d let Daddy fuck me like a slut. I’d let him use me any way he wanted. I’d be his fucking whore.”

Jason imagined being in the place of his mother, being ass fucked, being used, sometimes he imagined being fucked by his teacher, or the father and son next door, or even some random stranger on the bus, or the park. Jason drifted off to sleep, immersed in his sordid fantasies.

Next door, Alison and Frank Hull thrashed about in their bed. Writhing in their lust, oblivious to anything else but attaining their satisfaction, from each other. Finally cumming together, Frank exploded copious amounts of cum into Alison’s pussy for the third time that night. Exhausted and spent, they lay in each other’s arms, and thoughts turn to their son.

“Do you think Jason will appreciate his presents? I’m sure he’d prefer it if we bought him a dress. He’s becoming more and more like a girl every day. I bet he looks at tranny sites when he’s alone.”

“Well,” said his wife, “I’m sure he does look at tranny sites, maybe he prefers boys to girls, I’ve even seen boys and men looking at him when we’re out. I suppose we should have expected our son to be different, especially having bisexual, deviant parents. Are you surprised he may be gay considering all the men and boys you sucked and fucked even before you left school? All the glory holes you visited and the anonymous cock, if our son turns out to be gay, he’s just a chip off the old block.”

She reached down below the bedclothes to grip her hubby’s stiffening cock.

“See honey, just talking about your son gives you a stiffy.”

He brushed her hand away.

“Stop that, behave, he is my son. If he continues along this path, we’re going to have to adjust to it that’s all. I mean, next Christmas he’ll be fifteen, goodness knows what changes he will have gone through by then.”

“Well baby, we will see, i’m sure he’s going to enjoy the presents we bought him. If he’s not happy with them, we will just have to sit down with him and find out how we can best help him.”

Then, snuggling up close to her hubby, she whispers, “Tell me, what present have you bought me then? Let me guess, a maid’s uniform? Ten-inch dildo? How about a nice big furry fucking dog?”

“You’ve always been an over-sexed, horny bitch. You know I’d get a dog and watch the beast fuck the crap out of you if we had a bigger garden and more space. You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow, now let’s get some sleep, lots to do in the morning.” He whispered to her.

They kissed each other goodnight snuggled against each other’s warm bodies, and drifted into a deep slumber. But not peaceful sleep, someone standing outside their house would see to it that their dreams were full of the deviant images that occupied their daytime fantasies.

She would dream about gang bangs with strangers, fucking gangs of men in parks, fucking their dogs while laying in a field, while watching her husband fucking their son nearby, each enjoying the depravity they play out in their dreams. Mr Hull, laying beside her, dreams of visiting a glory hole in some filthy, dark toilet, he is lined up behind a queue of other men, they all have their cocks out, stroking, waiting in line to suck some strangers cock through a hole in the wall.

Each man before him kneels to suck the cock pushed through the hole, until it’s Franks turn to get on his knees, which in his dream, he does. He goes down on his knees and starts to suck the stranger’s cock which somehow has remained rock hard, he feverishly sucks hard until he can feel the cock is about to shoot its creamy cum down his throat, but just as the cock is about to shoot, the wall is gone, he looks up to see he has been sucking his son’s cock, his son is dressed in high heels and black stockings.

Jason’s son looks down at Frank, Frank can see to the side his wife is there also, but she’s being fucked by a dog, she is looking at Frank with sheer evil lust, ” suck our son you fucking incestuous faggot, suck our Son for Satan. ” Frank is consumed by lust and greedily sucks the cock of his son, it’s a dream but it seems so real to both adults as they both live out their fantasies in their sleep, not knowing the other partner is also lost inside their deviant world.

As the family of three sleeps, outside Santa is on their porch, able to influence the family’s thoughts and fill their sleep with perverted images, for they, like many other unsuspecting families and individuals, have been prepared by much darker forces not normally associated with the festive season.

Using his dark powers, Santa enters the Hull home, follows the stairs upward, past the sleeping parent’s room, opens Jason’s bedroom door, and enters. He walks to the boy’s bed, looking down at the pretty boy’s face for a moment, pulls the bed covers off the boy, and drops them onto the floor. He grins as he looks down at the young effeminate, slender body of Jason, dressed in pretty pretty panties, and black stockings, with a delicate bow around each stocking top.

“Jason,” Santa says softly.

Leaning forward, he cups the boy’s cocklet in his big hand and squeezes.

Jason’s eyes open, disturbed from his slumber, his eyes bulge and he becomes afraid to find a stranger in his bedroom, dressed like Father Christmas. Jason sits up straight, Santa releases his grip on Jason’s cock, for now.

“Who are you? ” he asks, wondering if and how he can call out to his parents in the next room.

Santa rolls his eyes when Jason asks for his identity. Santa looks down at his red costume and then strokes his white beard.

“Me! I’m fucking Tinkerbell! Jason, who the fuck dresses like this at Christmas time?” Santa whispers, gritting his teeth at the same response, he gets every year when he shows up at someone’s house on December 25.

It did exasperate him a bit. He sat on the bed.

“Don’t have all night Jason, got more souls to corrupt. Listen, Jason, I know all about you, and your struggles with your identity, and who you want to be. I’m here to make this your best Christmas ever, to make your dreams come true. In exchange for your soul that is.”

Santa then starts to run his hands over Jason’s smooth chest, his soft thighs, then stroking the panties Jason was wearing, pushing them aside to cup Jason’s cock in his big hand.

“Stop doing that. You mustn’t touch me. I’m going to call my parents and they’ll call the police. You’re not Santa you’re an evil pervert. I’m only fourteen, get out of my bedroom.”

Jason was beginning to be afraid, despite his gay leanings, despite the gay porn he secretly watched on the net, this stranger in his room, seemed to be quite sinister.

“Listen, Jason, I know you’re confused, but I know all about you. I know you like to dress like a girl, I know men and boys want to fuck you. I know you look at gay porn on the net.”

The stranger seemed to know a lot about Jason he would rather nobody knew. How could he know about Jason watching gay porn, lots of boys and men watch gay porn, he’s bluffing? The stranger sitting on his bed was by now stroking Jason’s cock, which Jason was responding to, it was making him stiff.

“You’re bluffing mister. Lots of people watch porn. How could you know what I watch? I think you’d better go, If you go now, and don’t hurt me, I promise I won’t tell my parents. You’re not Santa, you’re wicked, evil.”

The stranger looked at Jason with a steely, cold glare, then continued, while still molesting the teen boy’s cock .

”Listen, Jason, I know everything about you. I know you like faggot porn. The dreams you have each night where you’re sucking strangers’ cocks, I gave you those dreams. I watch you when you wake up and beat off, wanking yourself until you shoot your jizz everywhere. I know who you fantasize about too, your Father.

“You’re an incest-loving cock craving faggot Jason, but shall I tell you something even you don’t know young man, your father wants to fuck you too Jason. Your father wants to fuck your tight, little shit hole. You didn’t know that. Sometimes when he’s fucking your mother in the ass, he fantasising it’s you he’s fucking, and you know something Jason, tomorrow, he will fuck you, take my word for it.”

Jason, still confused, still scared, looked at this gruff old man with a beard, dressed like Santa, talking about gay porn, gay sex, and incest, Jason still doubted he was hearing this, especially secret details about his dreams and his father.

“But you can’t be Santa if you’re talking about incest and gay stuff. Besides, Santa wouldn’t talk like this, Santa is supposed to be good and kind, you’re, you’re, are you?”

Jason’s eyes widened at the realization he may not be talking to someone, or something that he would believe to be good, and kind, but someone, or something that could be wicked, or evil.

“Okay, Jason, I’m going to level with you. I’m going to let you into my secret, then I’m going to rape your ass.”

Jason’s eyes widened at those words.

“Because as you may have guessed, I’m not entirely good, in fact throughout the year, I watch all you humans doing all kinds of crazy, evil shit, let me tell you something Jason, you humans may call me evil, but the shit you dream of, the shit you do to each other, even I’m shocked at times.

“I might be Satan, but you fuckers are Satanic, and if you fuckers didn’t behave as you do, I actually wouldn’t exist, but I need you fuckers, I feed off your disgusting, Satanic behavior. So every year I can manifest myself here on earth, to corrupt and lay the seeds for you humans to follow, and continue to feed me through your perversions, your wicked ways, your lies, your murders, wrongdoings, it’s all power to me when you humans fuck each other up.

“So long ago, I came up with this idea to visit Earth that has fooled everyone. I created this legend that has everyone believing I’m a generous, good man who brings presents, I even rearranged my true name from Satan and came up with Santa, and everyone fell for it. So now everyone trusts me, everyone likes me, and I pay special attention to the pervs like you and your parents who are sick fuckers and who will benefit from becoming followers of mine, and spreading my influence, which you and your parents will do, though, at the moment, they don’t know it, but I want to give you this.”

Santa produces the doll he leaves at the houses of those he knows will be devoted, evil followers.

“Jason, this doll is special, keep it with you, it is possessed by an evil spirit that will help you get what you want help you and your family become truly happy, and will help you fulfill all your perverted desires.”

Santa produced the evil-looking doll and handed it to Jason. Jason could feel some kind of energy from the doll. It filled Jason with lust as soon as he touched it, his mind filled with images of gay sex, and his cock stiffened. He became lustful as he looked at the doll, then Santa.

Santa openly fondled the young man’s now stiff cock.

“Are you with me, Jason?” Santa asked as he released his own ten-inch cock.

“Feels strange,” said Jason, “As if it’s talking to me. Feels strange, but exciting.”

“Follow the doll’s directions, give in to your urges, young man. You will know the pleasure you could only imagine.”

The now evil Santa grinned as he took Jason by the head, and pulled him closer, whispering to Jason.

”Kiss me, boy, let me taste your tongue with mine, then I will taste your cock, then w will fornicate and I will rape your virgin ass hole.”

Pulling Jason closer, their mouths open, and lips met. The boy’s lips felt soft, the two French kissed, Jason seemed to instinctively know to open his mouth and allow the evil Santa’s tongue inside his mouth, to explore in a lustful kiss. Tongues probed each other’s mouth, sucking on wet tongues, Santa held the boy firmly as they kissed each other, until Santa broke off, looked at Jason, then lowered his head onto the boy’s stiff cock.

Taking Jason’s cock into his mouth, Santa sucked hard, biting it, licking and sucking, fondling the boy’s balls at the same time. Jason’s cock became rigid, he hadn’t felt anything like this. He breathed heavily, pumping upwards into the old man’s mouth, throat fucking this depraved, evil Santa. Jason tensed his young body as the excitement became too much and he bucked hard as his shattering orgasm sent him over the top and he shot a load of teen cum down the throat of the old man. He honestly thought he would not stop cumming, such was the explosion of cum.

Looking up from his cock sucking, with a mouth full of teen cum, Santa’s eyes were now coal black, evil lust.

“Now boy, it’s my turn. I need your virgin ass.”

He spoke to the boy in cold tones, even though his persona was no longer that of a good Santa, but an evil being, Jason was no longer afraid. Jason was consumed by his lust. He was going to get what he had fantasized about, and if Santa were being truthful, this wouldn’t be the only or last time he would be fucked.

Santa seemed to pick the boy up with almost unreal strength and carried Jason over to the window. Suddenly it seemed as though the two of them were floating in mid-air. Somehow Santa could float above the ground, and as they both hovered in front of the window, Jason was able to look out, something caught his eye and his eyes focused on the scene below.

He knew this was no dream, for there below his window, in the street, was a large sleigh, loaded with presents, with six reindeer at the front, but what caught Jason’s attention, was the big-titted, blonde elf goddess on her knees, sucking the big stiff cock of the lead reindeer. See that whore down there Jason?

“That worthless piece of cunt is one of my elves, she’s I call them bimbos, she’s bimbo 4, and the others are delivering presents. Open the curtain boy.”

Jason opened the curtain wide, giving them an unrestricted view of the cock sucking antics of Santa’s little helper. Bimbo looked up at them, without stopping, and smiled as she continued licking the animal.

As they both looked down, Jason felt Santa’s hard throbbing cock against his bum hole. He gasped as he could feel it being pushed forward into his bum crack. The stiff cock pushed against Jason’s little, tight hole, probing. Jason could feel it probing angrily as Santa was forcing Jason’s hole wider. Jason realized what Santa was doing.

” No! No! Please don’t.”

Jason was worried at the prospect of what was about to occur, and he knew it would be uncomfortable, to say the least.

Without warning, Santa held Jason in his vice-like grip. He firmly thrust upwards into Jason’s bum hole, too tight for such a thick, evil rape hammer. Jason felt his bum expand, not just uncomfortable, more merciless invasion, too big, the old man’s cock was splitting him, so much pain, Jason could not handle it, too monstrous.

”Stop, please, please, stop. Mommy! Daddy! Help, please. Wake up, wake up! ”

Jason’s parents would not come to their son’s rescue. They had been put into a deep, deep sleep by this evil demonic Santa. They were having their dreams of perversion and debauchery, incest, animals, and gang rape.

Santa’s evil fuck pole thrust into Jason’s shitter, opening him wider and wider, piercing him, showing no mercy and no consideration. The pain was too great for the young faggot who was on the brink of passing out as Santa’s breathing increased, heavier, as he thrust in and out of Jason’s arse, his elf down below was sucking on the beast’s cock still, acting like the true beast loving whore she is. Jason rolled his head back, trying to alter his position so he could perhaps lessen the discomfort and pain.

Santa grunted, violently thrusting up into Jason’s arse until finally he thrust deep into Jason one last time, filling Jason’s arse with hot cum, grunting again and again, breathing hotly.

”Fuck yeah, take it all Jason you fucker.”

His cum flooded out of Jason’s arse onto the floor, plopping out of Jason’s arse Santa’s cock flopped down.

“Fuck yeah, Jason, I’m sure many men and boys will enjoy your soft lips and your poop chute in the future. You’re a good fuck. well, must dash. More filth and corruption to spread in this time of goodwill, and all that crap.”

Taking one last look out the window, Santa looked down at the Bimbo, who by now had finished sucking the beast’s cock and was licking her lips and savouring the taste of reindeer cum.

Before leaving, Santa threw Jason onto the bed but stopped just as he was about to make his exit, a thought came to his mind.

”I haven’t had a piss all night,” he thought.

He stopped by Jason’s bed, got his cock out, and pissed all over the sleeping, unconscious boy. Shaking his cock as he finally finished, looking down at his cum filled, piss-covered conquest, said quietly,

“I’ll be watching you.”

Then he sauntered down stairs and left.

The next morning, Christmas morning, Mrs Hull woke first.

“Christmas day,” she thought to herself, “Lots to do.”

Suddenly she recalled her dreams from that night. Vivid images of perverted, incestuous sex with herself, her husband, strangers, even her son, and dogs. Lots of images came flooding back. It was as if a switch had been thrown the night before and a tv in her mind had shown her so many dirty, horny movies. As dirty as they were, recalling them made her horny. She needed relief but she had lots to do, she would shower and frig herself in the shower, then fuck her hubby later.

She nudged her still-sleeping husband, several times she nudged him until he opened his eye.

“Happy Christmas honey, I’m going to shower and then make breakfast. Come on, lots to do.”

She reached over and kissed him on the cheek then sat on the end of the bed to put her slippers on. Why was she so horny, she felt an electricity run through her, especially her pussy, hotter than usual. There was also a strange in the air. She needed to relieve herself.

Hubby woke, but did not want to look at his wife, he too needed time to go over the very erotic dreams he had had during the night. Could he even discuss his dreams with her, after all, he dreamed he had not only fucked her and their son but also he dreamed he had raped her mother in front of her, then held her mother down while a gang of sex offenders from a prison also raped her. The odd thing, if it wasn’t already odd, while all these sex offenders raped her mother, his wife happily watched while sucking their son’s cock, while their son was dressed like a schoolgirl.

“What on earth did it all mean? It had been so vivid.”

He watched his wife leave the bedroom, there seemed to be a strange atmosphere, it felt erotic, and he had to rub his cock.

To reach their bathroom, she had to pass by her son’s room, unusually his bedroom door was closed but it was now open.

“Is he already up? ” she pondered.

She reached the door and peered inside. She stopped and looked, but she shouldn’t have looked, he was her son, but stood transfixed. She was shocked but could not look away. The bedclothes were in a heap on the floor. Her son was in a heap on the bed. Face down.

His body was almost doubled so his bum was in the air, as if he’d been left like that. She knew she should turn around, leave, and shut the door, but for some reason, she felt almost compelled to stay.

She saw her son was wearing stockings, and there were panties on the floor, but it was his position that baffled her. His naked bum was in the air, his knees and upper body supporting him on the bed. She went closer. She could see his bum hole, gaping open, as if someone had fucked him, or he’s fucked himself with something large.

Something was glistening around his bum hole, she went closer, but she didn’t know why, she knew she shouldn’t, he was her son after all. She could smell cum. She gasped to herself. She sniffed again, she got real close. It smelled like a man’s cum, but how could it she thought, unless her son had had a secret lover in the night before.

“My god, he’s just fourteen, what am I thinking?”

As a mother, she couldn’t believe the thoughts going through her mind.

“But what other explanation could there be?” she thought.

She also realised she was becoming even more horny. It was then she noticed the strange-looking doll by his bed. She went to the top of the bed, quietly as she didn’t want to disturb him and wake him, she didn’t want him to discover her gazing in lust at his naked body.

She went to the doll and picked it up. It didn’t look like anything she had seen in his room when she previously cleaned. She would have noticed. It looked wicked, evil, like something she had seen in horror movies when evil dolls were used in voodoo ceremonies. It tingled in her hands. It almost seemed to wriggle. She had flashbacks of her dreams the previous night.

She was so horny. She put the doll down. Trying to convince herself to leave, she smelt something else, again unmistakable, piss! She looked at the bed. Smells of urine. She got closer and put her nose nearer the sheet, it smelled of urine. She ran her fingers over it. It was wet. Then for no reason, she ran her hand over the stinking, piss-wet sheet, she pressed her face down and licked it, long strokes of her tongue, inhaling as she pressed her tongue into the stinking sheet.

She stood up. Feeling strange, feeling guilty that she had smelt her son’s arse, and licked the piss on his bed sheets. But at the same time, she felt incredibly horny, also incredibly wicked. She stood looking down at the cum covered ass of her son, face down in his piss-covered bed sheet.

She brought her fingers to her stiffening nipples and pinched them hard over her nightgown. The more she gazed, the hornier she became. She knew it was wrong, she knew it was immoral, she couldn’t help herself, she didn’t care. To her, it was all so sexy, so erotic.

“Wait until your father sees you like this, you’ll be punished for this you dirty boy.”

She didn’t know why she said it, but it was loud enough to wake her son.

“Mom, what are you doing here? Shit!”

He shot up as soon as he realized he was naked in front of his mother.

“Why was his bed wet? Why did it smell of urine? What were the dreams he had last night? And why was his mother rubbing her nipples?”

As if her husband had heard her, he appeared at their son’s bedroom door. He hadn’t bothered to put anything on, for some reason, the thought hadn’t occurred to him. It seemed natural to walk into his son’s room naked, with a stiff cock, which didn’t go unnoticed by his wife, or his son.

“Alison, what is it? I was just having a damn good wank while thinking about raping your filthy whore mother.”

For one moment, it seemed like an astonishing, frank confession, for one brief moment Alison was shocked to hear such a thing from her husband, they all got on well, there had never been any talk of any sexual nature involving her mother, not even at the height of their lust filled fucking, but for some reason, it occurred to Alison.

”Why not!”

Something evil had entered their lives, evil thoughts, wicked fantasies, perverted desires. Alison too became consumed by some evil that she could not explain, but it was wickedly delicious. She openly fondled her husband’s stiff cock in front of their son, who looked on in astonishment.

“Yes darling, why not rape her, you should, she fucking deserves it. I’d love to watch you rape her. But for now please deal with our son. I just came in and he’s been inviting strangers into his bed. Imagine, he’s only fourteen and he’s having sex with men while we sleep next door.”

“No Mom, Dad, it’s not true. Nobody’s been here.”

Their son was aghast that his mom would accuse him of having sex with men in his bedroom, though those weird dreams he had had were very real, and for some reason, his arse ached.

His mom stepped forward and slapped his face hard which shocked him as his parents never beat him. Pulling him to his feet his mother bent him over the bed.

”Look dear, look at his bum hole, open and covered in men’s cum. I bet you had lots of men in here last night, I imagine you let them all use you and you were only too happy to let them stick their big stiff dicks in your mouth and up your ass hole.”

She used language she never used in front of her son before. Becoming even angrier, Alison pointed to the wet bed.

“Look Frank, piss all over the bed. I bet our little faggot pervert even let those men piss over him. You’re a dirty little slut you are.”

Jason still pleaded his innocence, but his pleading with his parents was all in vain. He could not believe they were accusing him of having strangers in his bed and having them piss over him, it was all unreal, but it was beginning to make him hard. And where did that strange doll come from? It seemed to be looking at him, almost mocking him.

Taking her son’s belt from his trousers, she handed the belt to her husband.

“Punish him, darling, I’m not having this pervert spoil our Christmas. Punish him for doing such nasty things with I don’t know how many men behind our backs when we’re asleep in the other room. Beat the little fucker. Hard!”

Alison was animated but also turned on enormously, even her hubby had a hard on, the evil that was inside that ugly demonic doll, was beginning to grip this family, it would have them corrupt as many people as possible, but first, the corruption would begin with themselves.

Frank’s cock was hard, his son saw that it turned his son on.

“What would his father do to him? ”

Jason began to tingle all over his young body.

“I’m going to teach you never to invite dirty perverts into our home again, and never to have sex with strangers. Dirty little fucker.”

Even though Frank was angry enough to punish his son, he, as well as his wife, and son, were being consumed by an evil lust.

Frank took the belt from his wife, pulled his son over his knee, and began to thrash his son’s backside.

“Fuck Alison, his ass is wide open, how big were those cocks last night boy?”

“I didn’t have anyone here last Dad, honest.”

By now, Jason realized his pleading had fallen on deaf ears. His father thrashed his ass hard, beating the boy with one belt after another. Tears streamed down Jason’s face as his father beat him. Jason was shocked when he looked over to his mom, hoping she might come to his aid and halt the beating. She was openly fingering her wet pussy. Lust on her face.

“Harder Frank, harder.” she viciously demanded, obviously getting off on the beating her son was taking.

But why did he have an erection? Why could he feel his father’s cock also? And why was his Father’s cock also erect? Why were his parents enjoying this? Until suddenly, it stopped. The beating stopped. Low moans of lust filled the room.

Frank looked over at his wife openly masturbating, enjoying it all, as was Frank. They both looked at each other, Frank moved his hand to his son’s red, marked backside, rubbing his hand over and over. It wasn’t a loving, parental rub, it became a molesting, fondling rub, with his finger probing Jason’s ass crack. His mother looked on, still frigging herself, watching her husband molesting their child.

“Harder baby, finger the faggot more.”

So Frank did, and he enjoyed it, and Jason though still smarting from the beating, enjoyed the way his father probed him in his behind.

Suddenly Frank held his son and made his son get on the bed on all fours. Without any consideration Frank mounted his son, fucking Jason’s shitter, forcing his cock into his son’s arse he began moving back and forth, back and forth. Frank’s cock picked up speed, he needed to cum.

Frank looked over to his wife who was still fingering herself, openly enjoying the anal rape of her son by her husband. Jason was breathing heavily himself, he didn’t understand how any of this came about, somehow he knew it was wrong, but he needed his Father’s cock pummelling his tight little ass hole.

He knew this is what he was born for, he needed to be a slut for anyone to use, to fuck, he needed to feel something inside his ass as much as possible, and he resigned himself to making himself available to anyone that wanted to use him for their gratification. He smiled to himself, then caught a glimpse of the demonic idol that almost seemed to be grinning at him.

Jason knew somehow, that strange-looking demonic doll had something to do with all this.

Alison had an idea, she told her husband to lay Jason on his back and fuck him that way, which he did, then when Jason was on his back on the end of the bed so his father could still fuck his shitter, she clambered on to Jason’s face which he didn’t expect, thrusting her soaking wet cunt into her son’s face she ordered him to lick her until she came.

Jason thought he was just gay, but his mother told him that as long as he has a cock between his legs, she isn’t going to let it go to waste, he could fuck any faggot, but she also had needs, and she was going to be satisfied.

So as his daddy pummelled his still tight boy cunt, and his mommy sat on his face then leaned forward and took his stiff cock into her mouth, she sucked her son like the whore she was. Years of experience meant even her faggot son could be sucked by his mother. He tried to lick his mother’s soaking pussy, it smelt strong with Daddy’s cum still inside her from last night’s fucking he gave her. Jason got his tongue inside her and tried to lick her while his orgasm was very close.

Suddenly his mother began to buck and shake as she ground her cunt against her son’s tongue, she moaned loudly as she was brought to a shuddering climax by her son, it seemed to go on for ages as she continued to use her cock sucking skills to bring her son to his shattering orgasm, sending copious amounts of teen boy jizz down her throat.

She didn’t let go of his cock, she kept sucking like a pro, until she swallowed every drop of her son’s spunk.

“Delicious,” she said looking back at her son being pummelled by his father, ”Got another surprise for you baby boy, ” she told her son, grinning, “…something you like already.”

With that, she positioned her pussy over her son’s face, and within moments a torrent of hot piss streamed out of her pussy and drenched her son’s face.

“Didn’t expect that did you son?”

Her son certainly didn’t expect his mother to piss over him, yet he shouldn’t have been surprised at anything by now, after all, even his father was fucking his arse hole, so by now, nothing should surprise any of them.

His father was sent over the edge by seeing his wife and son sucking each other, his wife swallowing her son’s cum, and then pissing in his face. They all knew something was not right about this whole scenario, but they had been consumed by a wickedly evil lust, they were too far gone down the road to depravity to fucking care.

Frank quickened his pace, grinding into his son’s ass, his son’s eyes were in a mist of such pleasure he neither wanted to stop. Frank leaned forward to try to get deeper into Jason’s ass, picking up his pace, grunting frantically, gripping his son pulling him harder to him as he shot load after load of daddy cum right into his own son’s tight ass.

He filled his son with so much man juice it overflowed and seeped out, seeing the dripping cum Alison licked daddies cock then the excess cum from her son’s cock, slurped it around her mouth with her tongue, looking at both her husband and son, gave them both a deep, sexy French kiss. They fell into each other’s arms to rest.

As they were resting, in their minds neither of them could understand how this situation came about, for a short time it still seemed unreal, but it felt so good, so hot, so sexy, they could not understand why they hadn’t gone down this path before.

They speculated briefly it could have something to do with the strange little demonic idol on Jason’s bedside table, but also agreed that is ridiculous. What they did agree on though, was that they wanted more, to do more with others they would share and corrupt others. They would invite that lovely Christian family across the street for supper the following week.

THE END OF CHAPTER TWO