Perverts 'R' Us

Like Father, Like Son

By Willowall ( rape, pedo, viol )

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Part 1.

Rod Moore was raised right. He grew up seeing his father hitting his mother and forcing her to have sex.

Rod's parents divorced when he was 4, so his father raised him. Fred Moore was sort of abusive to his son. He often slapped him around when he got drunk. Even broke the kid's arm once. When one of Rod's buddies argued with him once and told him it wasn't cool to beat his son, Fred justified it by saying it would toughen him up and teach him how to be a man. It was logic a that his buddy couldn't disagree with. But then, anyone who disagreed too strongly with six-foot-five Fred could end up with a broken body part, or worse.

Young Jenny Stevens learned that lesson the hard way. When the cute six-year old tried to fight Fred off as he pulled her skirt off in the back of his van one morning, she ended up with a broken rib and a broken nose in addition to a broken cherry.

Unfortunately, the bitch squealed so loud that Fred got caught and ended up spending four years in prison.

During his dad's prison time, Rod was raised by some ugly lesbian foster parent who paid little attention to him. He was a lonely boy who spent a lot of time in his room jerking off to online porn, and resenting the worthless six year old girl who caused him to be taken away from his dad, who in his eyes would always be a hero.

He hated the little bitch so much, that one day he got a gun off a street dealer, stalked the kid for a week, and when the time was right, shot her and almost blew her brains out. On prison visitation day the next week, he beamed with pride as he whispered to his dad what he did. He was expecting a good firm pat on his back. Instead, Fred was furious.

"I thought you'd be proud of me, dad," said the strapping 14 year old, practically in tears after watching his dad's face redden in rage.

"Don't get me wrong, son. I'm glad you're following in your old man's footsteps. But goddammit, I was hoping I would be the one to kill that little whore," said Fred. "Every jerk-off I have in my cell is devoted to the idea that I'm gonna be the last thing that little bitch sees before she dies."

After Rod apologized Fred said, "This is a good lesson in being a real man, Rod. You never bag another man's kill! You can fuck it. You can beat it. You can bash the bitch as hard as you want, all right. But the man who catches her is the man who gets to send her to hell in a cum bucket. You understand? You got that, boy?"

Rod was embarrassed that after all he had done, his dad still called him "boy". But he knew he was right. There was still a lot he had to learn if he was gonna be a true stud like his old man.

Part 2.

The day Fred Moore got out of prison was one of the best days of Rod's life. See, Rod wasn't really popular at school. He was big and scary looking like his dad, so girls never talked to him. He wasn't too smart, so people made fun of him and that made him skip most of his classes until he eventually dropped out completely. Fred was his best friend.

The sixteen year old picked his dad up in front of the prison steps in the afternoon on the day of his release and drove him to the cramped one-bedroom apartment he had just rented a week earlier. Their new home was in a run down building where a lot of drug dealers and hookers lived. It was a dive, but both of the guys were happy to live there after what they had gone through the last four years.

When they got back to the apartment they talked about starting over.

No more lesbian foster mom. No more snooty high school girls. No more crappy prison food and smelly cell mates.

And no more jerking off!

They decided the first thing they needed to start their new life right was PUSSY. After all, Fred hadn't had a gash for four years straight, and Rod was still a virgin!

But where in the hell are two horny bastards with no money and no girlfriends going to get pussy at 9:00 on a Saturday night? They paced the room with big hot bulges in their pants, like two randy bulls preparing to gore some helpless animal, as they thought of how they were going to get some relief. What whore were they gonna gore?

Just then, an idea popped into Rod's head. He was reluctant to mention it, but, well, why not.

"Dad," he said. "I've got something to tell you."

As Fred listened impatiently, Rod explained to him that he hadn't actually killed little Jenny Stevens when he shot her. The bullet hit her in the back and went into her spine, turning her into a paraplegic, a vegetable from the neck down.

"I was ashamed to tell you that I didn't kill her, dad. But see, this is what I'm thinking... I KNOW where Jenny's hospital room is, and I know how to get in."

Part 3.

Back in the car, Rod told his dad of the many times he had stood outside of Jenny's ground-floor room in the nursing home and jerked off while looking at her body, connected to various life support systems. There were even a few times when he pried open the window, snuck in, and played with her tits and pussy.

"Why didn't you fuck her, son?" said Fred.

"Just scared, I guess. Scared of getting caught," he said.

Fred chuckled.

"Scared!? You were scared?"

"Yeah."

"Rod, tell me something, are you horny?"

"Yeah."

"Is your dick hard?"

"Yeah, it's hard."

"Do your nuts ache?"

"Oh yeah, they sure do, dad," he said, laughing.

"And your dick is pretty big, isn't it?"

"Yep, damned straight"

"What are you, an 8 incher?"

"A full ten!"

"TEN," Fred said, with surprise. "Just like your old man! And how tall are you?"

"Six foot 3."

"You're just a little shorter than me, son. Now take a look at yourself in the mirror there. Do you think you look good?"

"Uhmmmm."

"Be honest, dumbass."

"Ok. No!"

"That's right, Rod. You look like shit, just like me. You look like one mean, ruthless, horny, sonofabitch. You're over 6 foot tall, almost 200 pounds, you've got a smelly ten-inch uncut pecker, you're as horny as hell 24 hours a day, and you've never had a pussy in your life. Rod, get a fucking clue! There's no reason for you to be scared. You are a god damned nightmare! You're a monster! And you're unstoppable."

Listening to his dad's words almost made him shoot a load of cum in his pants. It was such a powerful thing to hear. He finally knew he could be a real bad-ass like his dad - a real man. And he would never be scared to stick his big meaty cock in any pussy, any ass, or any throat of his choosing for the rest of his life.

Soon the guys were at the nursing home. They had a surprisingly easy time getting into little Jenny's room. From his many visits to her room, Rod knew that once the lights were out, no one would be coming into her room all night, but as a precaution, he locked the door. Then he turned on the lights.

Though she was now ten, the sleeping girl looked almost exactly as Fred remembered her. The big difference was the tubes and braces connected to her body to keep her alive. Both men leered at her with an intense evil in their eyes. As they hovered over her in her bed, their breathing was slow and hot. They both had their hands rubbing at the bulges in their jeans while they stared at her, each man planning out exactly how they would take advantage of the sleeping child.

Somehow sensing the men's presence in the room, Jenny suddenly woke with a start, and the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was the face of the man who raped her four years earlier. It was a nightmare she had many times before, but she knew this time she was wide awake and the terror was real.

The worst thing about it (for her)... she lost the ability to speak or scream several months ago, thanks to Rod's bullet. She tried to scream but she had no control over the muscles of her diaphragm or throat. All she could do was stare in terror at the men who stood above her, grinning.

Fred rudely pulled up Jenny's skirt and started fingering her pussy with his left hand. He leaned in close to his son, put his right arm around his back, and whispered in his ear.

"This is my gift to you, Rod. For sticking by me all these years and showing what a good, loyal son you are, I want you to have this tight pussy before I do."

Rod, who by now had taken his cock out and was stroking it with his left hand, put his right hand on Jenny's pussy and rubbed it with Fred.

"Oh fuck, dad, thank you! Thank you!"

The men pulled their fingers out of Jenny's pussy and pulled their pants off, and then Rod climbed up on the bed. This was the first time Rod had ever mounted a girl in his life, so he was nervous and clumsy and had a hard time getting the head of his dick in her hole at first. After missing the entrance a few times, Fred grabbed his son's dick and guided it in. Once the cock head was properly positioned, Rod needed no further help.

With a resolve that he never knew he had, he rammed every inch of his dick deep into her pussy and didn't stop until the base of it was rubbing her mound.

Fred put his hand on his son's shoulder, and then stood with his face just inches away from Rod's and the little girl's.

"Jenny, I want you to meet someone," he said. While Fred talked, Rod slowly pulled his dick out the full 10 inches, and then RAMMED it back into her.

"This is my son Rod. This is the evil bastard who shot you in the back and ruined your worthless life."

The young man started humping his dick in and out of her pussy with greater frequency now.

Rod laughed, "How you doin' bitch?"

"And now he's gonna keep shoving his 10 inch monster of a cock into your pussy and FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT until you wish you were dead. And you KNOW how bad that feels, don't you, cunt?" Fred asked, sticking his tongue out with a nasty giggle.

But Jenny had no way to answer. The look on her face said it all, anyway. Tears poured down her face.

Rod's tongue and drool hung out of his mouth and his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he enjoyed the tight twat that was wrapped around his dick. PUSSY!! It was the best feeling he ever had in his life and he never wanted it to end.

"Fuck her, son! You're doing an awesome job! Awesome job!" said Fred, who stood there jacking off while admiring his son's prowess.

Rod was a real stud. He rocked and pounded and finally rammed his dick into poor Jenny so hard that it finally caused him to bust both his nuts after about 15 minutes. He suffered a complete blow out! There was no way of stopping it, as billions and billions of his horny, overcrowded sperm-bastards blasted their way out of his cock and rushed deep into the young whore's cunt.

Rod collapsed on top of the little girl for a few minutes as the last remaining sperm slowly leaked out of his dick. Fred desperately wanted into that pussy, but he didn't want to disturb his boy. His time to shoot came soon enough, and he ended up squirting all his cum into Jenny's mouth.

When the guys were back at the apartment later that night, Rod told his dad that he should have pushed him out of the way so he could have the girl's pussy.

Fred shrugged. "It doesn't matter, boy. It's one of the sacrifices you make when you're a dad," he laughed.

"Besides, there's always tomorrow night."

And with that, both men went to bed with as much hope in their hearts as cum in their balls. For the first time in years they both had something to look forward to, something to live for. And it's all thanks to the power of brotherhood, of male domination. The power a father has to teach his son how to be a man.

It's all thanks to the power of cock.