Catherine's body jolted when her hotel room door opened. She stood up, phone still by her mouth, narrating everything as it happened. "Oh my God, the door just opened. They have a key, a card, whatever. Christ, it's a man. Two of them, wearing suits. They . . . They have luggage with them. What are you two doing here? Get out."

The younger of the two smiled at her with placid friendliness. "Miss, this is our room."

"There's only one bed," said the other man, several years older, old enough to be his father. "They made a copy of the wrong room key."

"Okay, okay." Catherine hung up the phone. "Can you go, can you please just leave then?"

"We didn't mean to startle you like this," the older man said. "I'm Steve. This is Timothy."

"Tim," the younger man said, holding out his hand. "Do you mind if I try some of your scotch?"

Catherine shook it, unwilling thrust into social interaction with these two strangers. Timothy was young, too young, with darkening blond hair that hung just into his eyes. Early, early twenties. Well built, but still a puppy. Or a beast, for a girl his own age, doubtlessly. Steve, on the other hand, was handsome in a nondescript way, strikingly so from the eyes up and the barrel chest took her attention away from anything below them. Tim looked about him as though the wall paint were laced with something suspicious that might have entered the atmosphere.

"Nice scent," Steve said as he lifted Catherine's bottle of scotch off the dresser and poured an inch into the plastic cup beside it. "Timothy's too young. For scotch. No taste for it. You though? You don't have any tastes either. Look at him. Look at my boy. See those soft . . . Can you see . . . Can you really see . . . Can you see that if suck the demon seed out of him then none of other girls will have it?" Timothy smirked, and began loosening his tie. "Can you see that look in Timothy's eyes?" Catherine most certainly could. Tim was looking at her like an animal he had run over in his car that he wanted to put down the rest of the way, as much for its sake as to amuse himself. Tim knew his place though and, when his father said, "Timothy here looks like he could just drop to his knees and eat you out."

Timothy did exactly that, pulling of Catherine's skirt with her panties and straining his head back to reach her pussy. Catherine's moistening pussy betrayed her and rewarded Tim with sweet nectar that he was much more intent on feeding on than pleasing her. It was not even sexual to him, not arousing, not dirty, not a chore. Timothy licked and drank the sweet reward of licking and drinking the reward of eating and sucking a pussy that struck him simply as beautiful. "Mommy," he said when he looked up at her. Catherine was on the bed before she had her top off, peeling it off her back with her ass presented for dick. Tim climbed into bed behind her, his clothes falling off him, and ran his hands over her body, pull her up to massage her breasts, which Catherine resisted, not ready to be fondled, just wanting Timmy in her. "Thank you," he whispered in her ear when she was back on her hands, before positing himself to slide into her.

Catherine gurgled in pleasure when Tim had trouble entering her. She reach beneath her, between her legs, and splayed her lips to show the plush entrance to her womb. "Right there, sweetie. Put it right there."

Tim fit his dick to her and thrust. Catherine smiled as he stretched her open and looked up to see Steve's cock before her. His smile caused her to drop. Steve watched smirked at his son as their new fuck thing took his dick in her mouth, watching his boy hump a pussy for the first time, watching his open mouth, his limp tongue, his unwillingness to make eye contact. "I love you, I love your dick in our woman, I love the need on your face, I love the distance in your eyes. How do you feel, Timothy?"

"Mommy," Tim whined then shuddered, waking from his trance. He looked up at his father with love, fucking his toy onto his father's cock. He smiled. Give her to me, dad."

Catherine gagged as Steve forced his cock into her throat. Flushed and sweating, desperate not to escape when her body demanded it. Timmy was hard to take seriously as a lover, whatever pleasure he might bring her. A fuck, a lovely young fuck that, as she squirmed back against him, crushing her ass against his hips, she knew was hers. They held her that way, firm short thrusts pinner her fast as her throat opened and, for the first time ever, a cock eased its way down her gullet. Her throat muscles rippled around it as she swallowed, moth agape. When the convulsions of orgasm began to grip her, she thought she would vomit at first but instead instinctively closed her mouth about Steve's dick and taking a firm pull of dick meat as if it were a cigarette as her pussy squeezed about the son born of the cock whose jizz was oozing into her stomach, trying to milk little Timmy to the orgasm he needed so badly, his intestines where in knots.

Timothy had his hand on Catherine's back and was fucking into her harder and harder, whining, "Tea, Tea, Tea, Tay, Tay, Tay." Finally, in an explosion of emotion and cum into Catherine's cunt, he shuddered helplessly and blubbered, "Take me," in shame. Catherine remained still as Timothy relished his ejaculation, the sensation of semen pumping forth from his cock more gratifying than the orgasm itself, the utter perfection of feeling it hot around the head of dick in the warmth of Catherine's pussy was sublime to the brink of spiritual, his every need granted as his father withdrew from Catherine's mouth and rotated about on the bed to kneel behind his son. Catherine, slumped forward, mouth agape and felt a weight on her ass, a weight that cried out in pain moments later and sunk its teeth into her.

Steve took no pleasure in hurting his son, but he knew it must be, that it was another lesson for Timothy to learn, and besides, it was so damned right, piercing his little boy's slut-pussy to hear him scream, his virginity taken. "It's supposed to hurt," he told his son and watched Timothy's head nod atop Catherine's ass. Gently but firmly, Steve allowed his son to become accustomed to his dick, the walls of his ass feeding him the strength of ten men that he built to a slow release over many minute until he was slamming in and out of his boy's shitter with brutal, atavistic abandon.

Tim felt confused, biting intermittently at Catherine's ass then finally simply resting upon its softness as he submitted to his father's cock. A loud gurgling moan escaped him and, to his surprise, his father moaned in time. Smiling that his ass had coaxed pleasure from his father's mouth, he decided to put on a bit of a show and began kissing and licking at Catherine's butt cheeks.

Catherine smiled an blushed, with a vague sense of curiosity at the situation until she felt soft hand part her ass cheeks and a tongue enter her anus, She let Timmy eat her, unconcerned, as her pussy drenched the sheet, flushing the boy's cum out beneath her, under his very head. "It'll be over all too son," she thought. Ten minutes later, she wasn't so sure. She turned her head and saw the consternated look on Steve's face. "Stop, love," she said and pulled herself from beneath Timothy. "Steven, lie back. You're done everything you should. Let us take care of it."

Steve lay back on the pillow and spread his lips in satisfaction when a touch of Catherine's hand at Timothy's hips was enough for him to straddle his father's cock and sink his pussy-boy hole down around it. Catherine was already behind him to catch him and held him steady, her breasts pressed into his back, her hand on his dick as he began to learn how to ride not just a man, but his own father. His daddy.

"That's it," Catherine cooed, "Ride daddy's cock, make him understand what you've really needed. Do you want me Timmy?"

Tim shook his head then leaned back and screeched as Catherine began playing with his dick in earnest. Bouncing a bit to keep him fucking himself, she soothed him with the words she knew he wanted to hear. "Your mommy was such a bad woman to make you want her. Your daddy was such a bad man to offer her to you. You want to be a baby again. You are. You're right her in my arms, baby. But what you really want right now is a baby." She jerked his dick as fast as she could, sending him into paroxysms of wailing and gyrations. "You want a baby not to be a conduit for our needs."

"I'm so proud of you Timothy," Steve cut in. "You love your dad's cock and it loves being in you. I love you, whore. I love your fucking hole, that void, that emptiness that was left for me to fill by all the things I couldn't do, just by being your father. But you have to do it, boy. You have to fuck daddy's cock."

"You want a baby?" Catherine continued. "Knock yourself up then, slut. You filthy, dirty, perverted boy. Do you want a boy or a girl?"

"I . . . Want . . . A . . . Man," Timmy cried, his head shaking, tears flowing from his eyes as his father's legs and hips began bucking beneath the two of them.

Catherine pulled Timmy back, her hands lifting his calves, and Steve mouthed him, sinking his cock into his son's hole.

"Fucking remember daddy when he cums. Remember I'm your daddy." He leaned his head down and kissed Timothy.

The kiss made everything right. Tim returned it with enthusiasm, the whole world loving him as he engaged in the most natural act in the world, kissing his father, his tongue caressing his daddy's as his daddy's dick raped his ass. "Love me?" he asked.

Steve nodded, surprised at his son's sudden passivity, as he fucked his pussy. "I do love you, Tim. I'm going to make you mine, my baby, my whore, my love. You don't know what it's like to be a man's everything."

"I do, dad," Tim said, his asshole insensate after being so long used. "I always will."

Catherine smiled. "Till death do you part."

"Honey!!!" Steve whined and fucked fast and hard into his son's ass as he came.

Catherine was surprised Steve kept his eyes opened as he came, watching their pained wince as his son took his seed. "Let me now, let me now," she said, and shoved Steve aside before he was truly ready to move. Her mouth engulfed Timmy's cock but this was so unsatisfying. She tossed him over onto his stomach and made love to his used ass with her mouth, sucking his father's seed out as best she could, trying to make it hers as Timmy yelped, her tongue straining to reach up through his bowels to rip his adam's apple from his throat. "Tell me Mommy loves you," she said, rolling him over again and taking his cock inside her.

"No Mommy, no Mommy. It's not right," Timmy whined.

Steve smiled as he watched Catherine frantically try to please his son every way should could think and fail to bring him the peace and love his father's cock had. When she lifted her mouth from his cock for the second time, it had receded, only half erect. Her breast brushed against it and, magically, it stiffened in rapid jerks. Smiling, Catherine, dragged her mammary flesh about his little dick, fucking its urethra with one nipple then the other, then finally collapsing atop him, his manhood, his boyhood cradled between her soft tits.

Catherine reached between his legs and grabbed his testicles in a firm grasp that didn't squeeze. Massaging them, tugging at them as though tugging a breast, she smiled, her head on little Timmy's stomach as he began to thrust his hips. "Now, now," she said.

Timmy's thrusts were gentle and soft and so were his whines, escaping from his lips more like sighs. There was no cry, just a longer sigh, only a hair louder, as he came between her breasts, sealing her chest to his belly. She lifted her head and stared down at his semen covered stomach.

Timmy stared up at her, wondering at the predatory look that wasn't at all centered on his face. Then he screamed when that head dove and forced its tongue forcefully into his belly button to taste the cum cradled there.