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Subject: {ASSM} "Vomit Sex" M/M, anal, BDSM, incest, masturbation, oral, rape, scat, vomit
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M/M, anal, BDSM, incest, masturbation, oral, rape, scat, vomit

   Not intended for any readers under 18.  This story contains rape,
incest, and homosexual themes.  If any of these things offend you, then
turn back now.

   For other stories involving me and my Dad, read "My 3D Dad"
Introduction:
Hello.  My name is Markus.  I'm a 20-something year old who lives with
his sexy Dad in a small town called Kirkland in northern Illinois, about an
hour west of some city called Chicago.  I have no job, no car, and no
social life outside of the house.  I'm supported by my Dad, and a monthly
Social Security check.  The government thinks I'm a moron, so they give me

free money.

   I spend most of my time playing video games during the day while
listening to Juggalo music.  At night, I rape my Dad.  That's right.  You
read it right.  I rape my Dad.  I tie him up in chains and rape him.  I
rape my Dad.  I've been doing it for at least 15 years, ever since I was a
pre-teen.  I know it's wrong, but it feels so good I don't wanna be right.

   Why do I rape my Dad?  Well it's because he's so sexy.  He has long
blonde hair, an orange beard, and huge muscles.  Most people say that it's
actually fat, and not muscle, but I don't agree.  He's in his late-40s, and
is almost 50.  However, he looks really good for his age.  The only flaw
that I can think of is that he's starting to get bags under his eyes.  I
think it's from so many years of me raping him, and making his life pure
Hell for so long.  It could also be the dope that he smokes to relieve
himself of the stress.  Or it could be both.  He also drinks and smokes a
lot too to deal with the raping.

   In fact, the stress was getting so bad that he even went bald for a
couple years, until I used my powers to make his long sexy hair grow back,
in order to make him sexy again.  Heck, even with bald hair, he was still
sexy.  That's how sexy he is.

   As for me, I'm about 23.  I have blonde messy hair, chubby, and have a
light scar running down my cheek.  I got it from when my Dad and I were
fighting, and he took a knife and jammed it into my face.  I used to have
freckles when I was younger, but when I got older, I grew zits, and that
destroyed them.  The zits are gone now, so now I have neither.  I don't
wear shirts.  I only wear black sweat pants that I never wash.  I also
don't wear underwear.

   Anyway, back to my Dad.  He's become so used to being raped over the
years, he doesn't think it's a big deal anymore.  Sure, he still screams
when I ram my cock up his ass, and keep thrusting inside for hours on end,
but he's cum to terms with it.  He just accepts it as part of his everyday
life.  Sort of like how a person who has some sort of disability or disease
learns how to deal with it and try their best to have a semi-normal life.
It's the same thing with my Dad.

   "Vomit Sex"

   "Hello, Mr.  Cock..." as I said while smiling and taking out my Dad's
penis.

   I was about ready to suck my Dad's dick as he took a shit on the toilet.
I placed his hot dog into my mouth, and began sucking and slirrping.  I
groaned sexilly as I sucked him off.  I've sucked his cock for so many
years that I've become a pro.  Every time I heard a turd plurp into the
water, it turned me on even more than before.

   "Speak in Spanish to me, Dad," I said after taking my mouth off his
six-inch cock, "It turns me on."

   After putting his cock back inside my mouth, he started speaking in
Spanish, even though I'm pretty sure it was just random gibberish he was
making up, but I stilled liked to pretend he was anyway.  After a couple of
minutes, he orgasmed (although unwillingly) in my mouth.  Hot warm cum shot
into my mouth, and I eagerly slirrped it all up.

   "Are you done, Markus?" my Dad asked, sounding annoyed.

   "Yesssss....." I whispered sexually.

   My Dad got off the toilet, and flushed.  It's so hot when my Dad uses
the bathroom, although he never seems happy about it.  "You know, Dad, I
get the feeling that you don't really enjoy me giving you head while you
take a shit."

   "Gee Markus.  We've doing this for YEARS and you only just now figured
that out?" he asked.

   I didn't listen to him.  I was too busy whiffing the fart smells in the
air from when he took a dump.  "Uuuuuuuhhhhhh....." I grunted as my eyes
rolled back as I savored the goodness.

   "Listen, Dad!" I yelled while pointing my finger in his face, "If me
giving you BJs on the toilet doesn't turn you on, then I'll have to think
of something that does!  SHADEEK!"

   After that, I turned around and walked away.  I went down into the
basement, into my room that I never sleep in.  There's only an old, broken
mattress that sits on the floor, along with posters of my favorite movie,
Komodo.  I sat on the mattress, and started masturbating, trying to think
of ways to spice up the sex life with my Dad.

   I noticed on the floor a piece of bread.  It was very stale, very moldy.
I actually eat moldy sandwiches for breakfast (lunch and dinner too). 
They're my favorite meal.  I like to take a handful of bread, throw them
somewhere on the floor, and let them sit there for weeks, and sometimes
months, just so they can get hard and moldy.  After they're hard, and have
different colors on them, I eat.  I usually force my Dad to eat moldy
sandwiches at least once a day.  Of course, he always vomits whenever he
eats one, and can't eat the rest.  That's what gave me the idea: VOMIT SEX!

   Instead of having sex on the toilet, I would instead make him have sex
with me while one of us was throwing up.  I'M A GENIUS!

   I got up from the mattress, and ran upstairs screaming, "YAREEKA!" and
like the original man who said it, I was naked too.  My long, hard dick was
moving up and down as I ran up the stairs.  I ran up towards my Dad, who
was now sitting on the couch, reading a newspaper.  When I got up to him, I
started punching him in the face.

   "WHAT THE FUCK, MARKUS!!?" he yelled while getting up and punching me
back.  I kept trying to punch him for a few seconds more, but eventually he
got the upper hand, and started punching me over and over again, even when
I was ready to quit.

   "OK, DAD!" -BAM!- "OK, DAD!" -BAM!- "OK, DAD!" -BAM!He wouldn't stop
hitting me, and there was blood poring down my nose and mouth.  He always
does that.  We get into a fight, he overpowers me, and even when I give up,
he still hits me for like 5 minutes.  Finally, he stopped hitting me. 
After he was done, he just stared me, with pure anger, and catching his
breath.  His face was beat red, and sweat was dripping down his face. 
After a minute of staring at me in pure anger, he gave me one last punch in
the face (because he felt like it I guess), before stopping for good.

   We stared at each other for five minutes, both waiting for the other to
make the next move, but neither of us did.  That happens a lot.

   "Listen, Dad, I have an idea to spice up our sex life.  It'll be so
great that it might even make us stop beating each other every day," I
said.

   "And what's that?  I'm sure it's something SICK!" he yelled.

   "You'll see, Dad.  When I rape you, it'll fix all of our problems," I
said.

   "Markus, the fact that you rape me is what CAUSES those problems," he
insisted.

   I then made a hammer appear in my hand and threw it at my Dad's balls.
He screamed and fell in pain.

   "It's not rape.  It's love making," I pointed out.  I looked up into the
air, and screamed "SHEE DAAAAA!"

   My Dad is sexy.

   "Now listen, Dad, tonight at midnight, you will wake up and get raped.
Understand?"

   "Yeah, yeah, yeah.  I've been doing that routine every night for like 15
years," he said before sighing and walking to his bedroom for sleep.

   Hours later, while my Dad getting the rest he needed to prepare for his
nightly rapings, I was down in the basement, on the computer updating my
website.  It's a site that features videos of me raping my Dad.  There's
some free pictures and videos, but in order to get full access (which I
call the VIP package), you have to pay a hundred dollars a week. 
Unfortunately, nobody ever pays the VIP package, so I never make money off
of the site.  But it's a good deal though.  You get hundreds of pictures
and videos of my sexy Dad.

   When it was midnight, I stopped updating my site with content that
nobody will ever see because nobody bothers to pay for the VIP package and
went up stairs.  My Dad was sleeping on his bed, snoring.  I kept staring
at him as he slept.  I stroked his long, sexy hair.  I then whispered,
"Sleep Daddy, sleep."

   I stared at him for five minutes as he snored, and I kept stroking his
hair.  After that, I slammed my Dad in the chest with my fist, right in his
heart, which caused him to make a loud gasp when he woke up.  I must have
knocked the wind out of him.  He kept gasping for air, and it seemed like
he was having trouble breathing for some reason.

   "GOD DAMN IT, MARKUS!" he yelled, while grabbing his chest.  He looked
like he was in pain for some reason.

   "It's midnight, Dad!  You know what that means, sexy?  It's RAPE TIME!"
I said.

   "Yeah, yeah, I know.  You don't have to tell me every single night," he
said while getting his fat ass out of bed.  He was already naked, as I make
my Dad get nude before he goes to sleep so he's ready when the special
moment happens.

   He then started walking out of his bedroom.  As he walked in front of
me, I gave him a nice smack on the ass.  Watching his ass jiggle up and
down as he walked was really turning me on.  My cock was getting hard.

   When we got into the Torture Room (it's a room full of dildos on the
wall, an old broken bed, and two chains hanging from the wall).  He
positioned himself in front of the chains, and I took them and placed them
around his arms.  He was now secure, and ready to be fucked.

   Before we started, I did an Inca dance.  I always like to do foreign,
ancient, exotic dances in front of my Dad before I rape him.  It just makes
things more kinky for us.  After doing the Inca dance, it was time to rape
him.  This time however, it wouldn't be an ordinary rape.  I've raped my
Dad thousands of times, and I normally don't write stories about them
because they're usually always the same thing, but this time it was
different.

   After taking off my black sweat pants, I was now naked, and my boner was
sticking out.  I walked up to my Dad, and placed my finger into his mouth.

   "What are you doing, Markus?" he asked, sounding concerned.

   I ignored his question and jammed the finger deep into his throat, which
made him have a gagging sound.

   "WHAT THE FUCK, MARKUS!!?" he tried to say, although with my finger in
his throat it sounded more like, "ET UH UCK ARK UH!"

   After shoving it in as deep as my finger could go, he vomited.  Puke
erupted from his mouth.  I could feel his warm vomit on my finger when it
rose from his stomach.  Some of it got onto my chest, and I took my finger
to lick it up.

   "Tasty," I said.  "Kee hee."

   "YOU'RE MAKING ME VOMIT!!?  WHY!!?" he yelled.  He sounded really
pissed.

   "Dad, I thought this would be a great way to spice up our sex life. 
You're not into Toilet Sex, or Garbage Sex, or anything else I've tried, so
I've decided to go ahead and try this.  Do ya' like it?"

   "NO!  THIS IS WORSE THAN TOILET SEX AND GARBAGE SEX COMBINED!  AT LEAST
THEN I WASN'T FUCKIN' PUKING!"

   Garbage Sex is where you roll around in a pile of garbage and have sex.
That's about it all it is.  It's fucking while being surrounded by a bunch
of garbage.  He didn't like that one much either.  He doesn't seem to like
any kind of new kink that I try out for him.  He also doesn't enjoy Toilet
Sex, which is where he takes a shit while I give him a blowjob.

   I then smacked my Dad.  "NEVER RAISE YOUR VOICE TO ME, DAD!" I screamed.
As punishment, I stuck my finger down into his mouth and made him puke some
more.  "NEVER DO IT AGAIN, DAD!  NEVER!" I screamed as vomit poored out of
his mouth and down his chin.

   My Dad, a fully grown man, was actually starting to cry.  "MARKUS! 
PLEASE STOP!  I HATE THIS!  PLEASE STOP!  I'M YOUR FUCKING DAD FOR GOD'S
SAKE!  JUST FUCKIN' STOP!"

   "CRY, FAT-ASS!  CRY!  CRRRRRRYYYYYY!" I screamed before ramming my
finger into his throat again, making him to blow more chunks.  He cried and
puked at the same time.  It was fun to watch.  I got so much enjoyment from
my Dad's suffering.

   "DUGA TEEKEE!  DUGA TEEKEE!" I screamed.  I made him puke for about five
minutes, but it seemed like I made him throw up so much there was nothing
left to vomit anymore.  No more puke was cuming out.

   "You're lucky, fat ass.  There's no more vomit anymore," I said before
slapping him.

   My Dad just stood there crying, and trying to catch his breath, while
his own puke was dripping down from his chin and onto his sexy body.  It
was even reaching down his stomach.  I then took my cock, and rubbed it
into the vomit on his stomach, I made sure to get as much vomit on there as
possible.  My cock was dripping with it, and was even dripping.  I then
began floating in the air, and made forced my cock into his mouth.

   "GIVE ME A BLOW JOB AND TASTE YOUR OWN PUKE, DAD!" I screamed.  He began
sucking.  I could feel him bob his head on my unit.  His mouth felt so nice
on my cock.  He looked more grossed out than usual, probably because not
only was he having to suck his own son's cock, but because he was having to
taste his own vomit.

   "TAKE IT ALL THE WAY DOWN, DAD!"

   He put my entire cock into his mouth, and it reached down his throat,
which caused him to gag again.  He tried to get it out, but I grabbed his
head and forced him to keep it in there.

   "YOU WILL RECEIVE ME ENTIRE DICK, DAD!" I yelled.  "NOW KEEP IT IN THERE
UNTIL I ORGASM!  USE YOUR TONGUE!"

   He kept sucking me off until after a couple minutes I finally orgasmed
into his mouth.  Hot warm cum shot down his throat, which caused him to gag
when he took off my cock and started to obey the laws of gravity again by
going back to the floor.

   My Dad tried to spit out the cum mixed with vomit, but I wouldn't let
him.  As soon as he spit it out, I used my powers to make it go right back
into his mouth.

   "YOU SHALL SWALLOW!" I yelled before slapping him.  He wouldn't swallow,
and just kept it in his mouth.  "I SAID SWALLOW!  SWALLOW!" I screamed
before slapping him three times in a row.

   Being the good bitch he is, he did just that.

   "Please stop, Markus.  Can you just rape me without making me puke?" he
asked.

   "No, I can't, Dad.  I know you hate it now, but I guarantee that when
you get used to it, you'll love Vomit Sex.  It'll do wonders of our
relationship.  It'll make us closer than we've ever been before," I said
before giving him a big kiss on the lips.  "Now listen, Daddy.  I'm going
to give you more food for you to eat.  When you've eaten it all, you'll be
ready for some more Vomit Sex," I said.

   I then left the Torture Room and went into the fridge to get a carton of
eggs.  After I got it, I came right back into the room, where my Dad was
trying to break free of the chains.

   "Alright Dad, I'm gonna make you eat a whole carton of eggs.  They're
healthy for you," I said while taking one out of the carton.  "CHEW!  CHEW!
CHEW!" I screamed.

   He slowly chewed the raw egg in his mouth.  I could see the yolk
dribbling down his mouth, and it was being mixed with the vomit that was
still there from before.

   "EAT IT, DADDY!  EEEEAAAATTTT!  EEEEAAAATTTT!" I screamed.

   I then took the second egg and crammed it in his mouth.

   "HAVE ANOTHER, YOU FUCKIN' PIG!"

   My Dad ate the second egg, while he cried.  I love it when my Dad cries
from being miserable.  Watching my Dad eat raw eggs naked, while chained to
a wall with puke dripping down his body, while crying was turning me on so
much that I started masturbating.

   "YYEEEAAAHHHH!" I screamed while beating off.

   After he was done eating, I took out the third egg and rammed it inside
of his mouth.  As he ate, I kept slapping his face.  I made him do this
with every egg in the carton.  After he ate all the eggs, it was time for
some more Vomit Sex.  I took my finger and rammed it down his throat again,
causing him to blow chunks.  Eaten egg was now spewing out of his mouth,
and landing on the floor.

   "VOMIT, DAD!  VOMIT!  VOMIT!  PUKE ALL OVER THE FLOOR!  PUKE!  I SAID
PUKE!"

   After making him puke for a couple minutes, I took some of the puke on
the floor, and rubbed it on his cock.

   "Alright, Dad!  You're gonna fuck me in the ass with your own puke on
your dick!  Got it?" I asked.

   He didn't answer.  He just cried like a baby.

   "I SAID GOT IT!!?" I screamed right in his face.

   "Yes," he groaned.M

   He was crying so hard that snot was starting to run down his nose.  I
went up to his face and happily licked the snot up.

   I then turned around, and opened my ass cheeks.  "STICK IT IN!" I
screamed.

   My Dad did as he was told, and placed his puke-covered dick into my
asshole.

   "OH, DAD!  THAT FEELS SO GOOD!" I groaned, feeling his warm, eggy, puke
cock inside of my ass.

   He kept thrusting inside my ass, and which each thrust it got closer to
us both having an orgasm.  I started masturbating again, because this whole
situation was just so hot.  Who wouldn't love having your Dad, naked,
covered in puke, crying like a baby, while sticking his dick inside of your
ass?  I can't think of anyone who wouldn't love to be in the same situation
that I was.  I'm very lucky.

   "Oh Daddy..." I groaned while his dick was ramming my ass.  It felt so
fuckin' good.  What also felt good was feeling his balls smack against my
own balls while he thrusted his sexy body.

   After a couple minutes, I managed to orgasm from his ass fucking (that's
right, I can orgasm from being fucked in the ass).  I groaned in pleasure
as I felt the orgasm rip through my body.

   "OOOOOHHHH, DDDAAAADDDDYYYY!  OOOHHHHH!  OOOOHHHH, DDDAAAAADDDDD!"

   Even if I orgasmed, that doesn't mean my Dad was done.  I always make
him keep fucking until he's orgasmed too, so I can feel his seed spew into
my ass.  It was going to feel even better than usual this time with the
vomit that was mixed inside.

   After about another minute, he had an orgasm too.  I could his man
spooldge shoot into my ass.  The sensation of that mixed with the vomit
made me orgasm a second time, because the whole situation was just so hot.

   "Well, that was Vomit Sex, Dad.  What did you think of it?"

   "I hated it," he groaned.

   "How could you hate it?  It was Vomit Sex!  It's the best kind of sex
there is!" I said.

   I was disappointing.  No matter what I do to spice up our sex life, he
never seems to want to do anything kinky.  He didn't like Garbage Sex,
Toilet Sex, or Vomit Sex.  He doesn't even like having sex with me, period,
since he thinks having sex with your own son is gross.

   "You know what, Dad?  Fuck you.  I do everything I can to save this
relationship, and you never want to contribute anything back.  It's always
about YOU, Dad!  Well guess what?  It's about US!  Relationships are about
US!" I said, starting to tear up.  "Relationships are a commitment, Dad. 
And I don't see any of that from YOU!"

   "Markus, we're not in a relationship.  We're father and son.  I don't
want to be lovers.  I don't want to have sex with you.  I don't want to
have sex with you while vomiting, being in a pile of garbage, or while I'm
taking a dump," he said.

   I was hurt by what I was hearing.

   "Markus, we've been through this like, almost every day for the past 15
years.  We've literally had this conversation like a thousand times by now.
What about it don't you get?" he asked.

   "You're lying, Dad.  I know you want me, but you don't wanna admit it. I
know you're playing hard to get, but eventually this train is gonna leave,
Dad, and I don't want you crying when it leaves.  Because when it does,
I'll look back and say, 'You're too late, Dad.  You're too late.' And then
the ending credits will start rolling and the audiences will be sad."

   "What the hell are you talking about?" he asked.

   "You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about, you selfish bastard!" I yelled
while pointing my finger at him.

   I kept pointing my finger at him, because the longer I held it there,
the more he knew that he was in trouble.

   After pointing at him for 15 minutes, without saying a word, I decided
to start raping him for the rest of the night, but it wasn't Vomit Sex,
because he doesn't like and it would damage our relationship, and since
everything always has to be on HIS terms, and not OUR terms, like a real
couple, I had to stop doing Vomit Sex.

   Anyway, it was a pretty good fuck that we had for the rest of the night.
It was an average night in terms of raping.  I got about 69 orgasms in that
night (which is always the bare minimum for when I rape him).

   At about sunrise, it was time for him to go to work after a long night
of rape.  When it was time, he got dressed in his work clothes, headed off
to work like a normal person.  My Dad has a pretty average, normal life
during the day, but when he gets home, he has a very rare life of being
raped by his own son.  Nobody knows of the horrible, disgusting life he has
in the middle of the night.  Neighbors who hear his screaming spread
rumors, but nobody knows for sure if it's true, but the reason I'm writing
these stories is to confirm right now: Yes, it's true.  I rape my Dad.

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