Perverts 'R' Us

It Was Bound To Happen

By Fintinman ( M/m, bi, pedo, inc-fath/son, m/f+, m/F+ )

I am a middle-aged man of fifty, or so I think I am middle-aged, since my family lives well into their nineties. I would like to tell of a very hard-to-believe story, or problem, I have, and how it has shaped my and my family's lives.

Well let's see, it was about forty years ago, I can't be sure. I don't remember all the details of it all too well, but I am at least trying to tell of the things that have ruled our lives.

We moved here from Baryon, Afghanistan, where I was born. My folks were ambassadors to the country, and I spent my first seven years there. I was around all kinds of people, from sheiks to kings, and everything in between.

Dad was a very shy man, almost feminine, while mother was a bit of a hardcore "bitch", or that's how Dad would describe her when she wasn't around. Let me describe my parents first, and then I'll get to the rest.

First, there is dad. He stands about 5'3" and weighs about 120 lbs. He's bald, but at one time he had black hair. He has brown eyes, with a slim look about him. (in other words, a NERD). Then there's mother. She stands about 6'4", 165 lbs, with gray eyes and white hair, (almost an albino amazon). She has a great figure, at 44DDD-30-38. Hot is a way to look, but most that know her are scared of her. I have seen her take a man (who was about 6'2", about 180 lbs, and very muscled) and break him in two, just because he told her that he'd like to be alone with her. Mother didn't take his praise as a complement, but as an insult. I learned in later years that she was a beast and was not to be messed with.

Then, there's me. My name is Raft. I stood about 5'9", 160 lbs, with blonde hair and gray eyes, and I was about twelve when it happened. We were going to visit with Sheik Ahmad Albeola of the Palestine nation.

Well we were being driven in his palace by a few of his guards when there was an attack against us. Dad ducked down, under mother's arm, while the shooting was going on. Mother held my head down, telling me not to move.

Now I didn't have a problem with mother telling me to stay down, but the way she held my head, it was between her legs and I could see every thing she had to offer. She was as bald as dad's head and her pussy was pierced with two golden loops and a larger one between them that looked like a white hand holding an ax. Now, you understand, it was 1957 and it wasn't very well known back then about that side of life. Mother was a dominant and dad was a submissive.

The army was there in no time, but most of our attackers didn't get to come near us. Our guards had killed some twenty-five men. It was my first time seeing death. It's scary.

Mother had gotten out and went to look at the dead. She even kicked a few to make sure. Dad was called out and he too looked at the dead, but mother called to me and told me to look at the misfortunate fools who had tried to kill us. Mother walked me around to every one of them, and told me what each of their names were. Mother showed me that death was nothing to be in fear of, only to fear the unknown. So went my life.

I was to later learn that I was to be a king of the Arab people. You see, my dad wasn't my real father. He just raised me as such. Mother told me that this was going to be a learning visit to see how I coped with the violence and such. I was to also learn that, as of my fourteenth birthday, I was to be crowned as king, at which time I would have to marry and take a queen.

We were taken to the palace and shown to our rooms, and then we were bathed. I just loved that part, all the sexy women cleaning me. I even got my first blow job from a woman named Jasmine. She was nineteen and sexy as hell . I had been at the place for a good five hours, when the sheik came into my room/suite and told me to strip. I just stood there with a dumb look on my face.

Mother came in just then and said, "Raft, this is the man that fathered you. He wants to make sure you are his. Remove all your clothes and stand so he can see you."

I started to take off my clothes very wearily, for I didn't know what was coming. After I was naked, mother told me to turn around so they could look at me. I was very upset and was crying at having to be naked in front of them. The sheik walked up to me and held my dick.

Mother walked up behind the sheik and said, "You see I told you that he is the rightful heir to the throne."

The sheik nodded, but never let go of my dick. I was blushing and asked what was going on. Mother told me that the sheik was going to submit to me in all things. Mother then said, "Isn't that right, Ahmad?"

The sheik just nodded and knelt down and started to blow me. Mother told him to make sure he took me very deep. I came shortly after the sheik swallowed my dick.

Mother told me that I am to be the new ruler of Iran and the Persian Emperor. I was going to be the man the women dulled over and men feared. So, for the next two years, I was trained in decorum of state and leadership.

On my fourteenth birthday I was crowned Shah of Iran, I was then presented with a host of women (twenty in all) all were very good-looking, but there were three that I would like to have as my women.

Mother sat on my right and leaned over, saying "Pick a wife, or more if you like."

So I did. I picked all of them and so stated my reign as Shah and a harem that no one man could equal. I became a sex-crazed fool. I would see a girl walking in the square and have her brought to me and I would take her for myself.

By the time I turned thirty, I had eighty wives and twice that in children. I was told that there were forces against me and wanted me out of power. I told the Minister of War to kill anyone trying to take over. I became a wanted man by many in the world for many years. I was finally told that I was going to die of cancer, if I didn't get help, but I knew that the powers that be were closing in on their time to kill me.

At sixty-four, I had my family moved out of the country and moved to the US so they could live a good life on our riches (I had taken just over six hundred million) to live off of .

My sons were each given a new life, while my daughters chose to keep their own names. Each child was given a million dollars to start a new life and enjoy that what they could.

The mothers chose to move on with five million each. That is, all but Irsa, who stayed with me through everything.

I beat the cancer and we were given political asylum, and now at eighty six live in Punta Gorda, Florida.

Irsa's children have come to visit with us now and again, but we are known as "Grandpop" and "Mom-mom" to all.

It is a really nice way to live, once you move on.

Well, thanks for reading. I hope you liked reading this short tale. But if not, too bad.

Thanks once again for another tale from the one and only Fintinman.