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Subject: {ASSM} The Son of Hank 'n Ange
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                  The Son of Hank 'n Ange
                     By: Phil Phantom
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Angie married a damn good man with a fine son, a young man with a very
bright future - captain of the football team, honor society, senior
class president with a UCLA football scholarship, a real gentleman, a
dream hunk, and all-around great All-American young man. His father
was so proud of that boy, and Angie felt that pride as well because he
called her, Mom.

Chad's mom died when he was very young, and though he only knew Angie
a short while before the wedding, he took to her almost from the
start, and when a simple tying of a legal knot with invited friends
and relatives made her an official step-mom, Chad took that one step
better when he stepped up to kiss the bride. She didn't know what to
expect from Chad and wasn't even sure how he felt about their sudden
decision to marry. She prayed that he could at least accept it and
call her Angie, preferably Ange, anything but Angela, or the dreaded
Mizz Angela.

No one really knew how he felt. His father wasn't sure. Least sure and
most unsure was the bride. She was scared shitless. She so wanted this
marriage to work for her and her two young teen daughters who
absolutely idolized Chad. Their idol could make it work or quickly
destroy it. She would find out which it would be by the way he
addressed her following the wedding.

She never expected to find Chad in the kiss-the-bride line, but he was
the caboose, a surprise caboose. When the caboose arrived, everything
in the rented Legion hall suddenly ceased and grew stone quiet. Over
one hundred stood in silence as a nervous bride in a short and sexy
wedding dress broke a cold sweat when Chad took her by the bare
shoulders and made her feel much smaller than five four to his six
three. The equally large and heavier husband moved behind her to lend
his support at the hips. He gripped her hips to convey his support.
She needed that grip, because she still could not tell what was
coming. She looked up into the eyes of a true poker face, silently
begging him not to ruin her day and all the rest to follow.

He was the master of the pregnant pause for dramatic affect. He made
her sweat, but he slowing broke into a warm smile, then said, "You do
make a beautiful bride. I think you get married just to show off, but
I'm glad you married my dad this time. He'll give you no reason to
ever look this beautiful again. You can let yourself go, now - eat,
drink, and be marry, fart when you feel like it, belch when you
please, get fat and go fishing. Laugh and dance your way into a far-
off grave - Hank 'n Ange forever."

He wasn't done, but she was already in tears and hip support was
needed to keep her on her feet as she listened to the rest, "I just
want to sear this vision into my mind. I never saw a more beautiful
woman in my life. I do want my kiss, but I don't want a proper kiss. I
want to know what it's like to kiss the most beautiful and sexiest
woman on Earth. This will be my only chance to get a kiss like that.
Right after that kiss, I have something very important to ask you. If
you say yes, I could never kiss you that way again. Because I do want
a very special kiss, I feel I need to ask your permission and the
permission of your husband. Angela, may I kiss you as I would like to
kiss you?"

She nodded in a stupor, and would have done the same thing if he had
said, "Angela may I fuck you the way I want to fuck you?"

Chad looked past her to his smiling father to say, "Pop, may I kiss
your bride the way you don't want any other guy to kiss her?"

"Please do, Son. Make your father proud. If you can make this
beautiful lady piss in her wedding dress on her wedding day, you will
make you father very proud. Let's see you lay one on her."

He took that limp woman in his arms and he laid one on her that curled
her toes and rang her ears. Those two flat kissed like lovers in a
parked Buick by the lake. They never came up for air. She didn't piss,
and everyone was looking. When Chad got his hands on her bare ass,
many could see the place she pisses from. They thought for sure they'd
see piss - piss or lady cum. Nice shave. Went well with no under
garments whatsoever, and you don't get a bride in a sexier wedding
dress and still call it a wedding dress or the slut in it a bride.

This was a passionate kiss as in PASSIONATE - "lay me down and fuck
me" passionate - "don't care who's watching" passionate - "yes, you
are seeing it right, the horny slut married the jolly old buzzard to
get the hunky son" passionate.

That's what it looked like but she maintained bladder control, and
that was quite impressive, for those who knew her knew she didn't have
a lot when she gets too excited. She dare not ride a roller coaster or
watch Flip Wilson on anything but a piss pot.

That was a good five-minute kiss. That bride should have been ashamed
of herself but she wasn't. That boy should have been ashamed of
himself but he wasn't and only needed adjusting. She smiled when he
did that, and then patted his massive erection affectionately because
they were now that intimate. His slacks were very wet, but she got
them that way without pissing.

After the way they'd had a form of fully clothed standing public sex,
petting and squeezing his big cock was a really cool thing to do.
Everybody thought so, after all he didn't cum but she most certainly
did. She affectionately patted and even squeezed the cock that made
her cum so good by cramming her wedding dress hard into her bridal
cunt and grinding hard on her bridal clit. She wasn't the least
embarrassed by what she did. That was a proper way to thank a young
man for giving her the kiss of her life to start her new life as Hank
'n Ange. Hank thought that was cool, too. God, he was proud of that
boy.

But now, Chad once again held her by shoulders after putting her
hooters back in the bridal hooter holders. Once again he got serious,
so she got serious. This looked serious, so everyone got quiet and got
serious as Chad said, "I have thought long and hard about what I am
about to ask you, probably longer and harder than Dad did before
asking you to be his wife. I don't think he had to think too long or
too hard. I think one kiss was all he needed to put him on his knees.
For me, this is bigger than asking a woman to be your wife. Let's face
it. Most marriages aren't permanent. None of yours have been. None of
Dad's has been. This one will be for both of you. I have no doubt
about that, and that helped me make a permanent decision. I have found
the woman I want. I wasn't absolutely sure until I kissed you, but now
I am absolutely sure, and I want to get down on both knees to ask
you."

He did, and Angela swallowed hard, looked back to Hank who shrugged,
not knowing what this was all about. This was a new Chad behavior.
After that kiss, he wasn't sure what it meant, and most others
weren't, but many thought they were about to witness a three-way
marriage proposal. One of those others was the bride with a young man
on both knees, holding both of her hands. She didn't know how to
handle this. Hank didn't help, but he was still giving good grip
support, now under the dress on bare hips that bared her most private
parts - but this was serious, so most people only gawked seriously.

Chad stopped gawking at her shaved cunt and looked up to her face as
he said, "Angela, this may not mean much to you. It might seem a silly
thing to you. To me, this is the most important day in my life since I
stood and laid flowers on my mother's fresh grave at the age of six. I
wasn't sure I could ever do this or find a woman she would be pleased
to see me kneel before and ask this question to, but I know she is
here with her hands on my shoulders. Angela, I love you. Will you
please let me call you Mom and be my Mom until I am once again with my
Mom? I need a mom in my life, a mother to love who loves me like my
mom did. Please say yes."

The bride pissed. The son soon knelt in a puddle of piss that dripped
off him. She didn't mean to piss in his face or answer him in that wet
fashion that seemed to suggest a very strong, FUCK NO! She cried YES
in a big puddle of piss. Her son got wet, and so did she when she
joined him in that puddle, held his soggy body in that puddle, and
still added to the problem for she had straddled his lap and pissed
right on his cock while holding him close. His new Mommy seemed a bit
excited. Chad didn't know she had that problem. He was still trying to
get over that FUCK YOU he thought he felt.

There was not a dry eye anywhere. Wedding tears are one thing. These
fuckers were blubbering and many were Hank's construction and fishing
buddies or Chad's football buddies who just don't blubber, but they
were. Ladies were sharing their hankies with guys wearing beards. They
didn't want them back wet with tears and snot. Keep it.

Now everyone knew why Chad had to get that kiss out of the way. He was
no motherfucker, but he was a stepmother fucker. If he didn't take
steps to make her a mother, he would sure as hell be fucking that
woman whenever he felt like fucking her. Any kiss would have led
straight to a fucking. Hank was a daddy who would let a son like Chad
kiss his stepmother at the dinner table, then lay her ass over it and
fuck her on it. She'd go with it just as she was willing to in a
wedding dress. She squeezed his cock to let him know he still could.
He could put it in and cum, hell, all the other adult males there had,
including the preacher and her dad.

Hank was that kinda guy and Ange was that kinda gal. Hank had always
wanted to see a father fuck his daughter, a preacher fuck a bride, and
a bride piss in a slut's wedding dress. For Hank, this was quite a
day. He married quite a gal. He had quite a son.

He also picked up two fine young daughters - twelve and fourteen -
beautiful girls, virgin, sweet and pure, dressed in white, and looking
awfully horny after watching their mother fuck an idol standing up
without getting his cock out. When she pissed all over the boy, then
knelt in piss, they looked like bride's maids needing a finger.

The little one got a preacher finger, and then got eased away from the
crowd to a private place. Hank wasn't sure how he felt about that, but
thought he should tell the child's kneeling, hugging mother. Seemed
like the right thing to do, but they were into some serious hugging in
some serious piss. He was pretty sure she'd get up and go put a stop
to that child fucking shit. No one else seemed to have noticed. He
could pretend he didn't, so that was what he ended up doing. Little
Tammy got fucked real good. He knew it. She knew it. She knew he saw -
knew he knew - he knew she knew that he knew - they both knew.

When they were all set to go on their honeymoon vacation to San Diego
as a family, he and Tammy found themselves putting baggage in the car
together. He couldn't resist and said, "Well, how was it?"

"Pretty good. Did you tell?"

"No. I didn't see a thing."

"Do we have a secret?"

"Do you want to shake on it?"

"Yeah." They shook. She beamed a big smile and said, "You sure are a
cool step-dad. Can I call you Daddy, just Daddy?"

"You certainly may, precious, just precious."

"Daddy, I like secrets...so does Sherry. We could have a secret...me
and you...you and Sherry...you, me, and Sherry. We both want Chad to
fuck us. Sherry thinks he would if you asked him to. Every time Chad
fucks one of us, you get anything you want. If he fucks us both, you
get us both, and we'll do anything you want to see two sexy little
girls do. Would you like a secret like that - Daddy?" She said while
showing him her pussy by lying on the driveway.

He liked secrets. Before everyone piled into the car, Hank had a
father to son talk in the garage. The son was shocked. The father
begged. He got down on his knees and begged. The son said, "Pop, get
up. This looks queer. All right. I'll fuck 'em, but damnit, Mom isn't
going to like this."

"It'll be a secret."

"Pop, if you are wasting your honeymoon virility in her little girls,
it won't be a secret for long."

"Fuck her for me."

"POP! I can't fuck my own Mom."

"Step-Mom."

"NO. She's not a step-mom, she's my mom."

"So what. She'd love to fuck you. The woman loves to fuck. That's why
I married her. She flat loves to fuck, and I love to watch her fuck.
Everybody I know has fucked her. You damn near fucked her at the
wedding in her damn wedding dress. She loves being your mom, but she
wants a mother fucker."

"She does?"

"You couldn't tell? She's so excited because she is so sure you are.
If you tell her you're not, she'll be crushed. You sure as hell kiss a
mother like one."

"Pop, you're bullshitting me. I told her and everyone else that I only
kiss a step-mom that way. She knows that. You are setting me up, and
please get up. Get up or suck my damn dick."

"I'll suck the damn thing if you'll be a mother fucker. I'm serious.
Haul that one-eyed bad puppy out. See if I don't suck it. I'll suck a
son's cock. I ain't proud."

"Zip it back up. You ain't suckin' my damn dick, again. I know you're
not proud. You're a damn cock-sucker."

"You have a damn fine cock, son."

"Stop kissing my fucking underwear and zip me up, you fuckin' fag Pop
- KEERIST! Quit showing me the genes I'm not proud of. I think I
buried all the good ones."

He zipped up and stood, saying, "God rest her soul. There was a good
woman - lousy driver, but a fine woman. She always thought you'd grow
up to be a fine motherfucker. If she picked Angie out like you said,
then she picked out a good mom for her boy to fuck."

"Think so?"

"She couldn't pick a finer one. Angie is a damn fine fuck, son. Ask
anybody. Ask her father. Ask the preacher that married us. Ask your
new sisters. They know she's a great fuck. They have eyes. They have
ears. They can smell. They feel she's great because she drips fuck on
them when she climbs over them to get out of bed to go take a piss and
wipe her cunt after a fuck. She don't care what they see, and she
don't mind dripping fuck on them, but she doesn't want those girls
fucking until they're at least sixteen. She made a deal that she won't
hide any fucking if they promise not to do any."

"They should keep their promises."

"Maybe so, but for the little one, it's too late, and they both have a
bad case of the Chads. They don't want promises, they want secrets. I
want secrets. I want you to be a mother fucker and a sister fucker,
only don't keep the mother fucking a secret."

"Damnit Pop, I ain't no mother fucker."

"You will sorely disappoint that woman if you ain't. She loves to fuck
for an audience, especially those girls, and she thinks you are that
way, too, and she thinks you are dying to fuck her in front of her
little girls who she knows adores you and can't wait to see you fuck
their Mommy. She's about to wet herself with excitement. She thinks
you are going to fuck her or mess with her all the way to San Diego.
She's getting herself all gussied up for you, shaving that pussy extra
close, and you can bet your sweet mother fucking ass there won't be
anything to get in your way."

"If I see evidence of that, I could be the son she wants, but I had
best see good evidence. I don't trust you, you horny old pervert
buzzard. I know what you want. You want those girls and you want my
cum in your wife's pussy."

"Girls, too. You got great cum, son, and it don't get no better than
mixed in with pussy juice. Mix it up good for your old perverted Pop.
I know you hate seeing your Pop suck it right outta your gorgeous pony
cock like a queer, so use the pussy blenders I got ya - all three - do
it for me and I'll stop licking your hunky chunky spunky bull balls
and pesterin' you for cum. You won't ever have to fuck my nasty ass
again. Just keep them cunts good and juicy for me. That's all I'm
askin'. Son, I'm beggin'."

"You're a sick puppy, Pop."

"Got me a good woman, though, don't I?"

"She is a good woman, least ways she was till she met you."

"I'm bringing out the best in her, that's all. She ain't never looked
better, felt better, ain't never fucked better or been this horny in
her life. Fucked hell out of her dad, and that man has been trying to
get her to put out since she was eight. She had him in tears, begging
her to stop. She fucked the balls off that sick puppy Pop, but no way
would she ever fuck the balls off my stud pony son."

"She looks happy. I'll give you that, but she won't be happy if she
discovers all these damn secrets. Keeping your secrets in a honeymoon
suite in San Diego will be a bitch. I have a feeling you have us all
sharing one room and one bed, don't you?"

"I had to reserve two adjoining rooms, but we're only going to use
one. The honeymoon beds are big at the Hotel Del Coronado."

"Pop, you are going to blow this marriage before it even gets off the
ground, and you need this one to work out. She's your fucking soul
mate. You're a fucking idiot to rush this."

"She married an idiot. She knows that. She might get pissed, but she
is not going to trash this marriage just because she finds out I'm an
idiot in a rush. The most she'll do is chew my ass and try to slow me
down. I know one thing. She won't kick you out of the bed, and she
won't kick those girls out. She might kick me out. She is already
seeing this as her honeymoon with her stud pony son."

"CHRIST!"

"How do I look...sexy?" 

The subject entered the room and did a turn in something very short
and very sexy. It couldn't get any shorter and it couldn't have any
underwear under it. When she did a cute rump-thrusting bend with hands
perched on knees, Chad saw that he was right. So was his Pop. She
shaved extra close and was eager to prove it - that or to prove she
was a female mare in season - or she was a new mom out trolling for a
motherfucker. The two daughters stood on either side of that shameless
display.

Tammy said, "She wants you bad, Chad."

Sherry said, "Your mommy is in heat, Chad."

Hank looked to his son and said, "Is this evidence good enough for
you?"

It was. Chad sauntered over and cupped her crotch while freeing his
pony cock - a full twelve inches of throbbing love muscle that had
those girls swooning and drooling. Those girls wanted him all the way
naked and set about getting him that way as their mother said, "Fuck
me, Chad. Please fuck me with that gorgeous pony cock. I can't wait
for San Diego and there is not enough room in the car to fuck a
stallion. Fuck me, now, Chad - fuck me, now!"

Chad centered his cock and drove it home, bringing her straight up
where he took her by the tits and kissed her passionately. While he
kissed and fucked, he felt those girls licking his legs until they
were licking his fucking cock and balls. He broke the kiss to say,
"Your daughters are licking my cock and balls."

"They love the taste of fuck. I love giving them a taste. I hope you
don't mind?"

Chad wasn't too surprised when his Pop knelt at his ass and sent a
long tongue up his asshole. Chad could see that nothing was ever going
to change and she was, indeed, his soul mate. He said, "I hope you
know I am going to fuck your daughters."

"Of course you will. We are all yours, Chad. We live to serve you and
your mighty cock and balls, Chad...Chad...CHAD! CHAD, WAKE UP!"
"Huh...what...where...who - ANGELA!"

Angela in a robe sat on his bed at his hip and said, "Yes, Angela, and
welcome to my world. I can see what world you were in and you were
about to create more laundry. I'm sorry to wake you right at the
climax of a wet dream, but I think you have far too many as it is.
There is something wrong with a boy who has so many, and I don't like
hearing my name called out from a boy's wet dream. Stop staring at my
chest. There is nothing inside this robe that should be of any
interest to you, young man. I will not be treated like a sex object,
and my daughters are not your little whores. Don't you even wet dream
about those girls. Don't you even look at my girls like girls. Is that
clear?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Chad, as you know, your father and I are getting married today. I
know this is all rather sudden. Maybe you don't like having us move in
like this. Maybe you'd like to do your own laundry and your own
cooking. Frankly, I don't care what you like or don't like as long as
we have a clear understanding before I go through with this marriage.
That's what I am here to get straight. Your father and I have talked a
great deal about you. Are you aware of that?"

"No."

"We have. I know he has pushed hard to make you a man and you keep
falling short of that mark. You didn't make the football team, and you
lost big in the student body elections. You have never gotten close to
an honor roll. You are winning no scholarships, and you think you are
the last male virgin in the senior class. That wouldn't surprise me.
Let me see your dick."

"But..."

"I said show me your dick."

Chad drew the covers off and showed her a pitiful sight which she took
between her thumb and forefinger like something dead in the road,
small and dead, saying, "Here's the problem. Your father doesn't have
this problem. He's hung like a stud pony - gorgeous cock, a manly man
with a very masculine cock and balls. He gets all the pussy he wants,
including my girls. We all sleep in the same bed. Were you aware of
that?"

"No. I was wondering." 

"Chad, let's face it. You're a loser with a little dick. You would
make someone a good punk. That's what we talk about. That shit turns
me and my daughters on. We'd like to see a father treat his son like a
punk, put his sexy ass in panties, and fuck him like a little girlie
girl, make him squeal like a pig then fuck him in the mouth to shut
him up - gag the little fag bastard on a man's cum - raise him on
whore piss and fuck from whore cunts. He's willing if I can talk you
into it. I will only go through with this marriage if I can. We are
all counting on you to do the right thing and accept your lot in life,
but that will give you a sex life. What do you say?"

"Okay, I guess."

"I thought you'd say that. Here, put these panties on and come with
me. Oh, and by the way. You are going to be a bride's maid. Sounds
just like a wet dream, doesn't it?"

"Pretty close...Angela, after the ceremony, can I call you Mom?"

"Sure, if you want your punk face slapped."

"Just checking."

                           * * *

Reality sucks, don't it :-(

                           The End
                           
Read other stories by the same author by visiting Phantom Base at
HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex
practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with
open sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos,
bestial sex, body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are
the stuff of fantasy and are offered to promote the only safe sex
there is - masturbation. Before you try anything, find out what the
risks and hazards are because they can all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and
remember - sex with minors should be left to other minors. PP




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