Daddy’s Boy part 3

DADDY’S BOY PART 3
By Depraved Fucker

It was a miserable drive back to the city although Justin was back to his
usual perky self as if my fat ugly brother had filled him with joie de vivre
instead of puddles of incest cum.

I suppose I should explain at this point. Sure, I’m a pervert who loves
fucking cunt and female ass, the younger the better, and had been known on
occasion to fuck boycunt if there was none of the real thing around, but it
had always been someone’s else’s kid, not my own. And especialy not my own
son. Yea, I’d been envious of those guys who fucked their little girls as
they were growing up and had cunt on demand at home but Kylie, my daughter
was 16 now and I’d lost the chance. The words ‘hypocrite’ and ‘pervert’
aren’t mutually exclusive. I was confused about my own feelings of watching
my little boy getting worked over by another mob of perverts. Would it be
any better iif I’d given my permission? Or if I joined in? No, there was
something about it being my own kid that made it the ultimate act of
perversion which, of course, got my cock even harder. But my mind was
another matter.

When we got back home the place was empty as usual. Kylie was staying over
at a girl friend’s place and Mike was out with his biker mates. What was
unusual though was that Laurie’s car was in the driveway and Laurie was in
the front seat listening to heavy metal music and smoking. He was waiting
for us. He and Justin swapped a smirk which, if I hadn’t been paranoid, I
would have shrugged off.

“Get inside and do your homework,” I barked at Justin.

“But dad …”

“No buts, do what you’re told.”

Laurie and Justin looked disappointed but quickly covered it.

“Gonna invite your old mate in?” Laurie said as Justin dispappeared in the
front door.

I hesitated then said: “Sure.” I thought for a second he might want to make
a confession.

When we got inside he put his arm around my shoulder buddy-style and I tried
not to flinch. “Hey, mate,” he said, “Loosen up. You’re too fuckin’ tense.
You’re making the guys at the gym nervous.”

“I’ll bet,” I said sarcastically.

“And you’re making Justin nervous.”

“Why, what’s he said?” I asked in my calmest voice.

“Nothing much, but I can see it’s affecting the kid. You should lighten up.
Cut the apron strings.”

That hurt! As Laurie knew it would. But it didn’t hurt as much as Laurie had
hoped because I knew his motives.

“You need to relax, You’re working too hard,” he smiled.

Laurie had got us both a beer from the fridge and was being super pally.

“Cheers, mate,” he said as he clinked bottles.

“Listen,” he said all concern. “I got a little party going at my place
tonight. If you’re not too tired why don’t you head over about six. I
guarantee you’ll get very loose.”

I knew Laurie’s parties. He was famous for them. The sort of thing that was
happening at his gym with my son except they were usually at his house and
included a couple of young chicks boozed off their brains who would be a
cumdump for a group of horny guys.

As if reading my mind, he added, “Exclusive party with just a half dozen or
so plus a young cunt that’s really up for it.”

I guess he could see my cock was definitely interested even if the rest of
me was tired. He reached across and cupped my cock, squeezing it: “I’ll take
that as a yes. Hey, bring Justin if you want, he might enjoy it.”

“Yea,” I added as sweetly as I could muster, “Knowing your parties he might
end up as the boycunt gangbang if the chicks don’t show up.”

Laurie smiled. “Tempting offer.”

I spluttered on my beer. “That wasn’t an offer, any sort of offer,” I
yelled. “Fuck you’re a sick pervert! He’s my son.”

“Keep your shirt on,” he soothed. “At least until tonight. Anyway, they’re
all someone’s daughter or son.