Dad's Turn

Just as I thought this twisted family affair couldn't sink any lower, in walks dear old dad. The motherfucker is seething with jealous rage, his eyes fixed on me like a goddamn predator. Yeah, that's right, he's fucking jealous that I got a taste of Mom's horse cock before he did. Fucked up, ain't it?

But wait, it gets even worse. Mom is sprawled out on the bed, **** and completely fucking out of it from our previous unholy escapades. Dad's perverse mind, always scheming and plotting, sees this as his golden opportunity to claim what he thinks is rightfully his. My virgin trembling ass.

I push him away, struggling and protesting, but his determination knows no bounds. He growls, his voice laced with a sick mix of lust and dominance, "You think you can resist me, you filthy fucking slut? I've been dreaming about this moment for far too fucking long. Now, you're gonna take my goddamn cock and beg for more."

His words are like poison, igniting a foul mixture of revulsion and twisted desire within me. Against my will, my body betrays me, succumbing to the pleasure that his sick, twisted thrusts bring. He moans and groans, relishing in the filthy act unfolding before us.

With each fucking thrust, he fills the room with obscene, filthy words that turn my stomach and fire up my savage desire. "That's it, you little whore, take it deep. Feel me stretching you, claiming you as mine. You're nothing but a dirty slut, and I'm gonna fuck you raw until you're begging for mercy."

He pounds into me relentlessly, his voice mixing with my moans of depraved pleasure, creating a symphony of sick pleasure. The sounds of our skin slapping together echo through the room, a twisted melody that dances with the darkness of our desires.

But, dear readers, let me remind you of one fucked-up detail. He didn't use a goddamn condom. Yeah, that's right, he unleashed his filthy seed deep inside me, his incestuous desire taking no regard for any goddamn consequences.

When I gather my wits, overcome with a mix of confusion and disgust, I confront him, demanding answers. But the sick fuck just smirks, his voice dripping with twisted satisfaction. "You think you're special? In this fucked-up reality, you're the only woman left. We gotta breed new ones, babe. So get ready for more, 'cause I'm gonna give you round two, and you'll beg for every goddamn drop."

In a state of disbelief tainted by my own vile desires, I don't protest, my body aching for more of his depraved touch. The twisted orgasm that consumed me rocked me to the core, and so I ask for more, submitting to the depths of our unholy desires.