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STORY CODES: Transgender, Transvestism, Incest, Pissing, Voyeurism, Young Ones, Sodomy, Satanism, Devil Worship, Tribalism, Paganism.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Originally I began this story under the title of “Succuboi” inspired by a lovely young thing on Reddit. However, things change. I introduced characters from another story “Temperance” and quickly realized that they could work together —uniting both Succuboi with Ashley. Inspired by my real-life cousin and by a beautiful young Asian transsexual called “Sisdon” (whom I found on Instagram).
CREATED: 01.03.2025
XIV — Temperance 3
ABOUT “TEMPERANCE”
The fourteenth card of the Tarot. When Temperance appears in a reading, it is suggestive of someone who is embroiled in lust. It often signifies sexual relations, but not necessarily heterosexual sex. It could mean gay, bisexual, transsexual, or even incestuous encounters. Androgynous in nature, Temperance is a balance between male and female forces; between light and dark. Temperance is also about taking sex to the next lustful level — to explore the magic of Tantric sex — desire is equal to passion is equal to orgasmic delight.
SYNOPSIS OF “TEMPERANCE”
A chance meeting between our protagonist with a blood relative sparks an unnatural obsession between them. Is this simply a matter of incest, or is there something even more profane, in this pedophilic and homosexual relationship between man and femboi?
CHARACTERS OF “TEMPERANCE”
- Conner — protagonist
- Roxi — Conner’s girlfriend
- Richard (Dick) — Conner’s cousin’s son, effeminate
- Tony & Karen — Richard’s father (preacher) and mother
- Claire — Richard’s younger sister
- Ashley — Roxi’s transexual “daughter”
ACT SEVEN — FAMILY CONNECTIONS (2,189 WORDS)
My name is Conner. I’m a fifty-two-year-old divorcee. I have been dating a fourth-six-year-old woman and mother, Roxi. She has been traveling overseas for work and I have been away, catching up with my relatives. My Aunt’s ninetieth birthday had brought my far-flung family together again. There were cousins that I hadn’t seen in about a decade, as well as their children, most of which I had never met before.
I guess there’s nothing strange about family gatherings. It happens all the time. But this was the first time that I met my cousin Tony’s youngest son, Richard. His son was small for his age and rather effeminate. Without really thinking about it, I felt an unnatural attraction to the boy and he seemed to be drawn to me.
“Uncle Conner,” said little Richard, “Do you like my OOTD (outfit of the day)?”
Richard was dressed up for the occasion, a celebratory dinner for my Aunt. His tight-fitting pants and crop top seemed to over-emphasize his slight physique. He showed off tossing his long blonde “bleached” hair. His open sandals displayed his pretty little painted toenails. He wore a hint of mascara that darkened his eyes and made them sparkle. I thought he looked so fucking hot and was underdressing him as I continued to openly stare.
“You look fabulous, Richard” I said with a hushed voice with a hint of fun … that could have been taken as a compliment or as a gesture of wit.
“Don’t call me that stupid name. Only my fucked-up father calls me Richard … I hate it!” he laughed, “Just call me, Dick.”
“Dick?” I laughed at the obvious connotation.
“Yes. You like, Dick?”
I didn’t answer. He guessed I did. He linked arms with me, as girlfriends often do when out shopping. It was a feminine gesture, that I pretended to just to take in my stride as a caring uncle. Not as one, that was thinking about getting my cousin’s son into bed, sodomizing him, sticking my cock as deep as I could into his filthy little bowels.
Strangely, I was kind of flattered by the attention of this young sexy boy but weary of others seeing our attraction to each other.
“The family are so fucking dull, don’t you think? Uncle Conner … you’re the only reason, I’m not bored out of my brain, tonight,” he said to me, “When the party is over, can we do something fun?”
I wasn’t sure what young Dick had in mind. But I was up for it. Maybe it was just hanging out or watching a movie? Of course, my cock hoped it was oral sex and frottage.
“Sure, what do you have in mind?”
“Let’s talk later, Uncle. Let’s get this whole, dull fucking dinner and dance thing, over with. I could do with a drink. I’m so thirsty!”
We went about our separate ways, sitting at the long, narrow dinner table. I briefly chatted with Tony and Karen, as well as all my other cousins, over copious drinks and food. The talk was spasmodic. About what we did for the past ten years. About who had died. Who had been born? Who had got married? And who had been divorced … well, me, for a start!
All the while little Dick sat with his gloating parents, Tony and Karen, and looked very bored. Tony was a preacher. They called him, Father Tony. A devout holy man. It was obvious that he didn’t really approve of his son’s femininity, but seemed somewhat helpless to prevent it. I was sure that he was one of those that had a plan … you know … to somehow miraculously change his son into a law-abiding Christian heterosexual — but I was also sure that he would fail!
They seemed to be talking about him, in front of him, complaining about this and that. Well, not so much Karen, his mother, it was more his father. He complained about his choice of clothing, his use of make-up, and of course, Dick’s unnatural behaviour.
“It’s not natural. God Almighty!” I overheard him say, “Unholy.” I only caught snippets. Dick’s eyes kept rolling and then looking over at me — as if begging me to set him free — from all complaints of his tiresome parents.
I laughed inside and decided that I would let him fester. I just smiled back pleasantly, as a loving uncle would do towards his younger family members.
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The party had reached its crescendo and the family were now dancing to the predictable songs of past eras — most 80’s and 90’s stuff. Father Tony was busy talking about church stuff. I briefly caught Karen’s eye. She gave me a rather puzzled look that I ignored, as everyone was more than a little drunk. It didn’t seem to matter what was going on — my gaze seemed to return to looking at my cousin’s son — as Dick danced with his younger sister, Claire.
His tight pants showed the outline of his semi-erect cock beneath. I wanted to get up and stroke it. I wanted to put my hands straight down the front of his pants and start rubbing his naughty cock-flesh — he sensed my eyes on him — as he danced and looked back at me, teasingly, almost flaunting himself … a sexual dance for my eyes only. Of course, I was imagining him dancing naked, stroking that delicious little cock of his.
Everyone was laughing and mucking about. We were all in good spirits. The party “disco” lights flashed red, blue, and green. In the darkened room, the flashing lights obscured details, but I could clearly see Dick’s little erection in his pants. He was putting on quite a display. He turned to face me in the darkness, dancing provocatively, thrusting his hips back and forth, air-fucking, and staring daringly, and directly at me … as if to stir my sexuality towards him.
You fucking, little cock-teaser. I’m going to nail you tonight … I thought.
I got up and danced with one of my female cousins. It was more of a group thing than any coupling, and soon, I found myself dancing directly behind little Dicky. He bumped and ground his hips to the beat. When nobody seemed to be watching, he naughtily but subtly began grinding back against me — he felt my erection pressing against his tight little buttocks. Yes, it felt like his movements were saying “fuck me in the ass” … but I didn’t want anyone else to know what was going on.
“Get me a drink, Daddy,” he whispered as he turned towards me.
“Daddy?”
He laughed and leaned heavily against me, as if unable to support his own weight. Only then did I feel his erection pressing against mine.
“I need something long and strong!” he laughed, “And a drink too! … Don’t you like me calling you, Daddy?”
It was my turn to laugh.
“You shouldn’t be drinking. Your mum and dad wouldn’t approve. And your preacher-father will have a fit!”
“I don’t want his approval. I want you! Can you take me upstairs … so I can suck your cock?”
“Wow! You don’t waste any time.”
“Well, Daddy needs his cock played with. I know. I want to suck it for you, Daddy. I want to rub it until you spunk all over my face … I love the taste of cum … I want to put your cock inside me. I know you want me … I can feel that you’re so fucking hard … you’ll cum in your pants if I don’t get your cock in my mouth soon! It feels so good, Daddy … please … please … let me suck it for you!”
His dirty talk certainly excited me. The little harlot. He was right. I wanted to fuck him, badly.
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The party was still going when the two of us discretely disappeared upstairs. I brought him to my hotel room that was immediately above the party room in the hotel. I was really nervous about being seen by anyone. My cover story would be that little Dick was a bit tired and needed to rest — Dick didn’t seem to care about anything but getting into bed with me.
We got inside the privacy of my room and closed the door behind us. It was a kind of ethereal moment — he leaned up against me and kissed me hard on my mouth.
“I want you, Pervert Daddy!”
His breath was sweet, warm and wet. Soon, our tongues were dueling back and forth, as we began to ground our erections against one another. Fuck, I was so turned on.
”Pervert Daddy?” I said under my breath.
”Yessss …” little Dicky groaned, “The more perverted the better!”
To say I knew this was wrong would be an understatement. Man and boy. They used to call it, pederasty. Boy-love. Be it an effeminate young boy who wanted to be fucked hard in his ass-cunt — I just couldn’t stop our perverted lust.
We’d taken our tops off. It felt deliciously sensuous, feeling our naked chests pressed against each other, while we kissed. I ran my hand through his hair and gripped the back of his neck as we continued to tongue kiss. His effeminate body appeared even more girly without his top on … as if he had the beginnings of small underdeveloped breasts, wide aeroles, and little brown nipples.
I leant forward, kissing his lightly moist skin. First his neck, shoulders, and then his chest. Soon, I was sucking greedily at one of his nipples as if he were a girl — making it hard between my pursed lips. He moaned softly, making girly-boy-fuck sounds, as his small fingers fumbled at my pants zipper. He was eager to get at my cock.
Finally, he got my cock out. It felt incredible having his little fingers wrapped around my throbbing cock — fingers that knew exactly what his new “Pervert Daddy” wanted him to do.
“Oh, that’s … mmmmm …” I moaned.
He squeezed my cock shaft hard and then began to rub my precum-wet foreskin back and forth. He got down on his knees and was about to suck me off. I’d been so wrapped up in the seduction that I hadn’t realized that my bladder was completely full. I needed to take an urgent piss.
“I need to piss,” I said, expecting him to let me go to the bathroom.
“Piss then. Piss in my mouth, Pervert Daddy. Isn’t that what you really want? I can be your toilet mouth … I’ve been thinking about how your urine will taste, all night. I love piss-sex. It makes me so fucking hot. Soak me … completely … make me your piss-wet fuck-toy!”
Of course. A naughty urine game. Why not? I loved solo piss play. My girlfriend, Roxi and her transgendered son, Ashley, both loved sharing our urine too. I guess I just wasn’t expecting it to come up so soon in Dicky’s little kinky seduction.
He drew my foreskin back, licked eagerly around my thick, purple cock-head, and kept his sweet little boy mouth open. My heart beat faster and faster in anticipation of these filthy and forbidden pleasures.
I pressed down on my over-filled bladder and pissed over his gorgeous, little boy face and hair. My salty, hot urine sprayed angrily from the eye of my cock, while my little lover guided my piss flow down his gullet.
”Oh! Pervert Daddy! My incest Daddy! Baptize me in your dirty piss! Mmmmm … more!”
After I’d emptied my bladder, we kissed again. I could taste my own urine on his lips — but he also had a mouthful waiting for me. I swallowed my urine and kissed him right back. We stripped naked and he lay on the bed sheets with his legs open wide — face down.
“Eat my ass, Pervert Daddy! Taste my brown flower … l love being dirty, down there …”
He looked back at me, with his knees drawn up and slightly bent, arching his back, and grinned like a Cheshire cat.
Pervert Daddy didn’t need much encouragement. My hands held his upper thighs, prizing his ass-cheeks apart as my face lowered between his tiny milky buttocks. His brown flower looked delicious and soon I was kissing it, licking it, and trying to get my tongue inside it.
”Oh, Pervert Daddy, I love it when you lick my shit-hole … mmmmm …” he moaned.
This was just Pervert Daddy’s entree. After getting his little anal hole wet with my spit, I pulled him close to my groin, pressing the tip of my cock against his anal sphincter.
“Oh, Pervert Daddy, don’t hurt me … I’m still a virgin …” he playacted as he pushed back against me, “Don’t put your big thing in my dirty place …”
To late. I slid my slippery cock-head into him. It felt incredibly tight inside little Dicky’s poop hole. Little Dicky was masturbating himself furiously, as I rocked slowly back and forth, sliding more and more of my cock inside him with each thrust. His anus felt like a vice, gripping my cock … milking me as he moved back and forth to meet my thrusts.
”Oh, fuck! Oh, Daddy … uurghh … I’m gonna cum!”
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ACT EIGHT — THE ALTAR BOY (2,128 WORDS)
Please don’t ask me why, maybe out of morbid curiosity, but there I was in St. Andrew’s Chapel. It was my cousin, Father Tony’s church. He was there happily leading his regular Sunday morning congregation. I noticed that Karen was seated in the second from the front row. They were singing hymns, saying prayers, and all the usual Abrahamic God crap.
What was far more interesting was watching the young altar boys dressed in their pretty white frocks — of which young Dick was one of them. You could tell that Dick was well practiced, at this and that. It was obvious that he’d been doing this from a very early age. I was guessing that his motivation was mainly because of his father’s expectations — but he seemed a bit of a natural at it. All dressed in his cute little altar-boy surplus. Firstly carrying the thurible (swinging it left and right — to spread the burning aromatic incense that was strewn on lighted coals), then, he was ringing the little bell, and then fetching the liturgical books for his father, the priest.
I was completely fascinated by the formality of this ritual.
“The Lord be with you,” said Father Tony, “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”
The congregation made the sign of the holy cross and were seated.
“A short reading from Galatians 5:16,” said Father Tony, “For the entire law is fulfilled in keeping this one command to — love your neighbor as yourself — If you bite and devour each other, watch out or you will be destroyed by each other — I say then — Walk in the Spirit — and you shall not fulfil the lust of the flesh …” he droned on.
… Yes, love thy neighbor … I thought. Strange, but the entire time, all I could think about was lovingly sodomizing his young son, whilst dressed in his cute little altar boy surplus as we both blasphemed together … offering worship to the Devil.
I had been discrete about being at the church, but my appearance had not gone unnoticed. I don’t think my cousin, Father Tony, saw me at all, but I know young Dick did. He smiled back — slyly — as if he could read my perverted thoughts. Yes, we’d have to do some serious priest and altar boy role-play very soon. Very soon indeed.
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It was as if young Dick could read my depraved mind. It was only a few days later that we arranged to meet up under the pretext that I was to tutor him on his latest school science project. Science was not one of my strengths. It wasn’t one of Dick’s either. It all sounded totally not plausible to me, but Tony and Karen bought it.
Karen even smiled and thanked me for helping her son with his ailing schoolwork.
“He needs your guidance,” she’d mentioned, smiling sweetly, “Tony, you know … he is fixed in his ways. Better that you take him under your wing.”
Little did she know that it was my cock that was doing the educating — stretching out his tight little asshole with every hot sodomistic fuck. His parents thought we were meeting at the library — but I booked a room in a sleazy motel, off the old highway, instead.
With our alibi in place, we could begin to explore what it would be like for me, to be a wayward priest, deprived of any form of sexual release, seeking to molest one of my young altar boys … doing the very things that my God had forbidden me to do. Sodomy. Fornication. Pedophilia. Incest. It was such a delicious game for both Little Dicky and his Pervert Daddy.
Of course, young Dick brought across with him, his freshly pressed, altar-boy surplus. I purchased a few things too — a priest-like gown — so that I could appear to be in character. Whilst I was there, I acquired six large altar candles, incense and a burner, a crucifix and rosary, a copy of the Bible, a chalice and an aspergillum … and last, but not least, communion wafers (well that wasn’t me, little Dicky collected those after everyone else let the church). It was quite a collection. Well, if we were going to be blasphemous perverts together — I thought we should do it properly!
I picked up Dick straight from school and brought him to the motel. It was a very quiet place except for the constant drone of passing traffic on the highway. I’d already picked up the key, prepaid for our stay, and stashed all the “props” for our blasphemous little game inside the room. This way, we could go straight to the sleazy little room on the second floor. I could tell that Dick was very excited. He tried to pretend to be cool about it all — but the telltale bulge in the front of his pants told a very different story.
Once in the privacy of the motel room we once again began kissing each other hungrily. At this point, I restrained myself from doing anything else, so I could set up our rather unholy altar. I told Dick to get changed in the bathroom. I brought a cassette player with some choral music to set the initial mood. And while he was in the bathroom, I dressed up in the priest gown, under which I was completely naked. I turned up the heat and made the room very warm. I lit the candles on our makeshift altar and burned some incense to create the holy aroma. We’d both had plenty to drink and felt that familiar excitement of having a full bladder before our new perverted wet games began. Our urine would flow.
So, the secret ritual began, as it should, with prayers to God Almighty, thanking him for our gifts, and praising the saints, and the angels in heaven. Glory be on high. Hawk the angels sing. Praise be to the Almighty one. We lit the candles kneeling before the altar praying — before the crucifix — offering praise together to the fucking Abrahamic God. I could see that Dick was enjoying it. He kept touching his little boy-cock through his altar boy gown — he was excited with his full bladder ready to urinate over himself.
As little Dicky knelt before the crucifix his eyes twinkled looking upon the twisted body of Christ.
“Heavenly Father,” he prayed out loud, “I must confess to you, that I have a sinful heart. Forgive me my trespasses, Heavenly Father — for I cannot help thinking about lustful thoughts — wicked thoughts — unnatural thoughts … What shall be my punishment, Heavenly Father?”
He played the role so well. And guessed that was my cue.
“Pray tell … what are these lustful, wicked, and unnatural thoughts that you must confess to me?”
”Oh, Heavenly Father, I do not know how to begin,” he replied in a quivering voice.
“Do you entertain the thoughts of the devil?”
“Oh, yes, Father.”
“Do you touch yourself when you think of these wicked thoughts? … Tell me … do you touch yourself?”
“Oh, Father. I do.”
“Tell me, my son … do you stroke your flesh? … Do you play with your erect penis?”
”Oh, yes indeed, Father,” he pretended to sob.
“Confess, tell me all, so that I may absorb you of your sins. Do you bring yourself to orgasm whilst thinking these evil, sexual thoughts?”
“Oh, Heavenly Father … yes, yes, and yes! Please I beg you. Absorbed me of my wrongfulness, of my unholy sinful thoughts and fantasies. Sometimes, I cannot resist the sensation of my hand down my pants. My cock must be possessed by a sexual demon. The demon in my loins makes me always hard and throbbing, whenever I think of sex with other altar boys … I imagine orgies of boys, naked, dancing before the devil’s cock while he urinates over us all … I imagine perverted rituals of anal rape and sodomy … I imagine … you, as a priest of the devil, fucking me!”
“Your sins, most definitely grave. Just like Sodom and Gomorrah, there is a price to pay for your pervertedness. Evil takes many forms. Your fingers have performed evil tasks. They are the instrument of the devil. And your imagination summons the devil’s lust. But it is also true that in order for you to see the light, you must first feel the darkness.”
”Yes, Father … I will do as you say!”
”Show me your foul fingers, boy! The fingers that touched and stroked your rigid cock-flesh … that stroked you until you split your seed!”
He held up his hand and I began to suck his fingers … those naughty fingers that were about to wrap themselves around my precum-dripping cock.
”I taste the sex demons within you … you’re possessed with them … they cry out for deviant lust!”
With those words, I open the front of my priestly gown, so that my erect cock stood up right in front of Dick’s face. I placed his hand upon my cock and he immediately began to stroke me. My bladder was burning. I need desperately to piss. His dirty little fingers slipped back and forth, stroking me as precum and urine began to form upon the tip of my cock. He leaned forward, and licked the golden droplets of my arousal.
“Bring the chalice and the communion wafers.”
Dick brought them down from the altar and held the edge of the challis to the tip of my cock. I began to urinate into it, quickly filling the chalice to the brim with my hot, salty piss. Little Dicky was licking his dirty little urine-drinking lips. The piss-thirst showed in his evil little eyes. Though we had played quite a few piss games, this felt very different. So much more blasphemous. Darker and depraved. We were sick perverts, boy and man. He dipped one of the wafers into my dark yellow urine and put it in his mouth.
“Heavenly Father, please show me the darkness. Show me the way of the devil. Show me how I may serve the demons of my loins — and redeem myself — not in the eyes of God Almighty, the saints, and the angels … but offer my soul in return for the devil’s never-ending lust!”
Wow, I thought, he’s good at this.
”Invert the crucifix. Lick the cunt, Jesus. Make the sign of our new allegiance to the devil!”
He did as I ordered, and then, Young Dicky began to kiss my cock, licking feverishly at my dripping cock-head. My legs were almost jelly as he began to pleasure me with his hands and his mouth, kissing and sucking my balls, licking at my shaft, and masturbating me in his little altar-boy gown.
“Drink from the defiled chalice … for it is the unholy sacrament of the devil. Drink it. Drink it all but don’t stop rubbing my unholy cock … that’s it, faster … rub me, faster!”
“Oh, Heavenly Father, what shall be my punishment for these awful and unforgivable sins? Will you take your cock and stick it in my unworthy anus, so that I may feel the power of the devil in my rectum. Will your semen fill my unworthy bowels?”
He was reading my thoughts — but not yet.
I began to empty the remainder of my bladder over his pretty, young face, drenching his fake blonde hair and soak the front of his gown, turning the white material translucent with my dark, yellow piss. Dick was beside himself. I could see his cock hard against the wet material of his filthy-pissed-soaked gown. He was rubbing himself and masturbating to my words. I also slipped from my priestly gowns, standing, erect, naked, and ready for our unholy act of sodomy … both ready to give our souls to the devil.
“Yes, the sins of the flesh must be absorbed by punishments of the flesh. Remove thy gown. Now! Be naked before me and the devil. Make your offering … empty your bladder into the challis, so that I may taste your forbidden lust!”
Little Dicky wasted no time getting naked and filled the chalice with his altar boy piss. I took it and drank it. We shared a urine kiss. Our tongues dueled as we frotted. Little Dicky emptied the rest of his bladder over me. I picked him up against my chest and held his body above my cock.
”Fuck me, Pervert Daddy, cum inside me,” little Dicky cried, “Appease the devil! … Appease the devil!”
As he danced on the tip of my cock, I allowed his slight body weight to slip downwards, driving my cock upwards, inside of him. In one continuous movement, I was balls-deep inside his bowels.
”Aaarghhhhh …” he groaned as the entire length of my cock fully penetrated him.
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ACT NINE — THE CONFRONTATION (2,217 WORDS)
This was the first of many such blasphemous rituals we partook in at this sleazy hotel. I had taken to record some of our activities on an old camcorder video. It seemed that every new chapter of our sexual adventure became more and more debauched.
Usually, I picked up Dick straight from his school and bring him to our secret meeting place for our religiously-fueled piss-sex games. However, on this occasion, when I arrived, his mother, Karen, was already there before me. Seeing her around meant that I needed to hide my erection — as I was already excited in anticipation of our dirty sex. She was pleasantly dressed. A little conservative but what would you expect of a pastor’s wife?
“Connor,” she said, “I was just around the corner. And wanted to thank you for all the attention you’re giving my son. Your cousin, Tony, is so busy with his congregation, that he just forgets most times about his own family …”
“It’s no problem,” I answered, “He’s a good kid.”
“Well, I don’t know about that. Tony has taken him to a Christian camp for the long weekend. So, Dick will have to wait until next week to continue his … um … studies with you. It was a last-minute thing, you know … I hope that’s not inconvenient?”
Her voice was jittery. Her words sounded a little clumsy.
“Not at all,” I lied, trying to disguise my disappointment, “I’m sure it will be a great bonding experience for the both of them.”
“I’m not sure,” she sighed.
She gestured for me to sit down on a nearby bench with her. Most of the school kids had already been collected by their parents. We must have been one of the last there. She sat close to me and gripped my hand awkwardly. Her fingers felt clammy and I could smell a slightly acrid smell of her body sweat. Honestly, it all felt very weird. But I said nothing. Was she coming on to me, no? What was her ploy? I didn’t pull my hand away, I just sat there and listened to her talk uneasily to me.
“You see … um … Dick’s always been a very troubled child. Um … and … um … he’s certainly no angel in his father’s eyes. Your cousin is so devout, you know … and sometimes his beliefs get in the way of our … lives, together,” she snorted inelegantly, “To put it mildly. I guess, in Tony’s eyes it’s because his son is so … um … you know … feminine… more like a girl with fake blond hair and too much make-up … his father wants him to grow up like a man … um … not like a faggot …”
The word “faggot” seemed so out of place in her vernacular. She smiled slyly as if hiding something. Yes, this strangeness had begun to intrigue me. Why was she so nervous?
“He’s not a faggot,” I lied.
Karen smiled uneasily. There was beads of sweat on her upper lip.
“Yes, he is.”
“Dick is still very young,” I replied, “He’ll discover his own way.”
“Well, that’s … what I wanted to talk about. You see, I know about you … I mean, I saw you at the party that night … with him … I saw what he was doing with you … and then I followed you both upstairs when you took him to your hotel room that night … and before you say anything … I also followed you to that motel down by the old highway …”
I felt her shaking.
“I’m not sure I understand?” I said plainly.
Fuck! She’d been following us. The fucking bitch had me. My first reaction was to pull away — to deny any wrongdoing — this was a disaster! I wasn’t sure how much she knew … but it was clear what she was implying. Why then, this strange meeting? Why not just report me? Why not just get Tony to deal with it? Why was she sitting so close and still gripping my hand so tightly?
“Look, I’m not going to tell anyone. Tony has no idea that I followed you … um … I’m not going to tell him anything …”
“I see. What do you want then?”
I thought she was going to have a heart attack.
“You … you have no idea how frustrating it is … you know … married to the fucking church … we never have sex … Tony isn’t interested in anything except his fucking church…”
She looked at me, and I saw a wild desperation in her eyes.
“I want you to fuck me … in that dirty motel … on the same bed you fuck my son … I want you to tell me everything you do with my son … I want to know every single depraved detail …”
As the words left her mouth, she seemed to glow with embarrassment. She was almost twitching. The bitch was a fucking pervert, just like me. Her breathing was deep, almost hyperventilating.
“You’re a dirty fucking pervert, Connor,” she whispered, “An incestuous pedophile. The thought of it makes my cunt so fucking wet. I have been masturbating myself thinking about all the things you two must get up to … And I want to taste the cock that has been inside my son’s asshole …”
She was still shaking, but seemed slightly emboldened by her sudden outpouring.
“I want to watch you fuck him like a little faggot whore.”
My second reaction was one of relief … and then of kind of weird arousal. She’d cornered me, but my cock stiffened with anticipation. I wasn’t quite sure but it felt arousing me to have been followed and that Dick’s upright, Christian mother was really a sick voyeuristic pervert, getting off on knowing that I was ass-fucking her little boy.
I looked around to check if there was anyone else close by. We were alone on the bench. I pulled her even closer and kissed her mouth gently. Her fingers pressed against my erection as she kissed me back, shaking like a leaf.
”Oh, Connor … let’s go now … take me there … please … treat me like my faggot son … please!”
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We took separate cars but arrived at the motel off the old highway almost at the same time. Karen looked nervous. I was already very horny. I’d already collected the key, as I had originally intended to use the room with little Dicky. It felt so perverted and fucked up. There was so much pleasure in sin … and where was this going? I wasn’t sure — but what the heck — I thought, let’s just have some filthy fun corrupting my cousin’s weak Christian wife … and the Mother of my little lover.
We were finally in the gloomy room with the curtains drawn. I had already set up Dicky’s little demonic altar and the bed was covered in waterproof rubber sheet, so that our piss wouldn’t ruin the mattress. There were candles alight and the mood was very surreal.
“You want a drink?” I asked her.
“Yes. Yes, please …” Karen replied.
I gave her three of little scotch bottles from the mini-bar and she swallowed them one after the other. Her face burned with a slightly reddish tone.
“Feel better?” I asked.
She didn’t reply, as she moved the bedside.
“Is … is this the bed you fuck my son on?” asked Karen.
I nodded.
She ran her hand over the rubber sheet.
”Why the rubber sheets?”
”We urinate over each other … we drink each other’s piss … sometimes we smear ourselves in feces …”
”Oh my God! The devil’s sacrament! Piss drinking. Shit eating. Buggery. Devil worship …”
Her eyes were almost bulging at the sight of our blasphemous altar with its inverted crucifix and a statue of the Baphomet with its erect penis and breasts. She looked like a bottle of champagne that was about to pop.
She silently walked around as I watched her. She saw the camcorder set up on the tripod that I had been using to record our sexual rituals.
“You said you want to watch me … fuck your son … you wanted to see me stick my cock in his dirty little fuck-hole ….” I said, pointing to the old television that faced the bed.
She nodded, biting her lip.
“I … I’m not sure … I …” she stuttered, “It’s all so evil … you’re obviously a sex demon … it’s so fucking evil …”
It was as if the train had arrived at the station, and she was scared to step onboard. I stood in front of her and took her hands in mine.
“We can do this another time, if you want?” I said, though my cock couldn’t wait to penetrate her, to fuck her like a bitch in heat, whilst watching a video of myself fuck her son, sodomizing his shit-hole.
“Maybe … maybe … you’re right …” she dithered.
My hand lifted the edge of her conservative skirt. She didn’t resist. She was soaked. Her knickers were drenched. I could smell her sexual arousal like a pungent, sourish odor. My hand touched her breasts, squeezing her little tits through the fabric of her braless blouse. My other hand snaked its way beneath the elastic waistband of her wet knickers — my fingers finally penetrating her slimy labia and found her erect clitoris, poking outwards. It felt larger than the average.
“Aaarghhhhh …” she groaned, “Aargh … my husband … never touched me like this … he said it’s blasphemous and sinful … but I want to be sinful … it’s what devil worshippers do … my clit … my clit … arghh … rub my ugly clit … my husband said it’s the work of the devil … my body … my tits too small … my clit too big … urghhh … please … don’t … don’t stop!”
She was moaning and thrusting harder and harder against my hand as we began to kiss deeply.
”Show me the video,” she groaned breathlessly, “S-show me how you piss over each other … show me how you both worship the devil … show me my son’s naked body … show me his cock … I want to see you and him together … doing the most perverted acts … show me now … and let me taste the flesh that’s been inside my evil son’s shit hole!”
The video purred into life. It wasn’t the most professional of videos but you could see Dick and myself naked on the bed together in a sixty-nine position, sucking each other’s cocks. The sound was a cacophony of our moans and pagan drumming. Her eyes were transfixed on the television screen that flickered with two naked perverts sucking and masturbating as we began to piss over each other. The video moved forward to another scene. Her eyes were wide watching her young boy sliding up and down on my rampant cock — riding me like a rodeo — and at the same time, pissing over my face and into my open mouth.
“Urghhh … dirty fuckers … so fucking dirty … so depraved …” her body seemed to be rocking to the pulsing pagan beat of the video soundtrack, “Aaarghhh … yes, oh yes, pissing perverts … so sinful … so fucked up and evil … Arrgh … Holy fuck!” she spat — and as she watched, I underdressed her.
Finally, the both of us, were naked too. She looked shyly as she touched herself in front of me. It was obvious that she felt some kind of deep shame. Was it because we were about to commit adultery? Or was it simply because she hated herself and her sexuality? I didn’t have to wait long for an answer.
“I’m feel so ashamed … I’m so damn ugly. Look at my dirty hairy hole. Tony will only fuck me from behind, while I lay on my stomach in the dark, so he cannot see how big my clit is … he once called it the ‘Mark of the Devil’ … you know … he’d divorce me, if he knew what I was really like … what I imagine when he’s not around …”
Instead of talking, I knelt before her smelly cunt and began to suck her prominent clitoris … like a small cock … pressing her labia back, pulling back its foreskin-like covering, to make it stick out even more.
“Ohhh … how … how can you do it … I’m so hideous… my clit is like a boy-cock …”
“It’s beautiful,” I replied, “Your husband is right, it’s a ‘Mark from the Devil’ … you must give thanks fro his gift and ride my cock!”
She grinned, as if I were singing her song.
“Fuck me, demon. Make me a pervert, just like you! I want to imagine being fucked by my faggot son … with you … like a threesome … incest, sodomy, fornication … oh .. how evil that sounds!”
I pulled her onto the bed. The video flickered with images of her son laying naked on the rubber sheet, dressed in a little black bra top and leather choker with little demon horns upon his head. She watched as he began to piss over himself, guiding his piss-flow into his mouth and praising the devil.
“Hail, praise the devil … Hail, praise the devil …” she whispered, almost apologetically.
“Say it … like you mean it!”
“Hail, praise the devil … Hail, praise the devil …” she replied louder — twitching with the arousal of her blasphemous voice.
She quickly mounted me, in a reverse cowgirl, and continued to watch the perverted video as she slid down my precum-coated cock.
“Oh, yes … fuck, yes … hail, praise the devil … piss in me … piss in my cunt and ass! Make me your piss bitch!”
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THE END?
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