Part 2
And so the saga continues, I have had a very hard life whilst lost in the tunnel of puberty. However I feel as though my time in the tunnel is over. A new chapter in my life will unfold, so, lets get blunt. I recently murdered my father and when I had securely inserted the knife fully up the anus and made sure that blood was produced I proceeded to shag him firmly up the same bleeding hole. After spunking in his eye I deep fried his sawn off testicles along with his abnormally large bell end and fed to the Squeed in a bowl of his own urine which had been previously extracted from his dead bladder.
As the nights drew further on, I released I had a deeper love with my mother, as she undresses for the shower, the hole I made in the wall becomes extremely useful. As I masturbate watching my mother touch her self up in the shower I soon become more aroused. The prospect of me and my mother in bed together, making wild sex thrills me. I usually get my mother drunk until she is unconscious then the games begin, first I gently open her legs and use my tongue to empty my mothers vaginal juices. I must admit that I do enjoy my mothers womb being thrusted on by my fist.
At the age of 51 and my mother reaching almost 93 I feel as though my antics are getting very boring. I need a new stage to unfold. On Tuesday 25th December I thought I give my mother a real christmas present. After destroying every gift she had given to me I managed to get her severely drunk, in no time at all I had her nickers off.I dragged her up to the bathroom along with our dog Bruno and once I had Bruno fully erected guided his red raw penis into my mothers urine lubricated arsehole. To round the evening off I thought it would be fun to wear my sisters G-string and shit and piss all over my drunk mother and also my by now beaten and almost dead dog.
After forcing my sister (at aged 13 at the time, only 3 weeks from starting her periods) to be pregnant in drunken rage of raping fury, we had a deformed inbred son, called Patrick. My aim in life wasn�t to abuse or even thinking about touching Patrick. But I couldn�t stop my feelings to my son, I loved him so much, I think I love him more now he�s dead. My secret confession, which is been told for the fist time started when Patrick reach the tender age of 2. A boy who just had learnt the basic rule of language, had just learnt not to pee his pants. As I was getting Patrick to sleep, I quickly looked in his pants, I had an uncontrollable amount of pleasure, by looking at my bare naked son. I knew only time would stop me touching him. And so without time wasting I fondled my sons deformed 2 year old testicles. This just made me even more aroused, I hit him hard enough until he was nearly dead, after thrusting my quite large erect penis up the pinhole rectum, I felt the skin of my sons arse spliting in to two. This however did not stop my penatration and further splitting. After many other encounters with similar endings, I thought why break the mould and stop now.
On his 3rd birthday my sickness took over my warped mind and after giving him a home made birthday cake (with secretly ingredient of sperm and his own urine which I had been mischievously collecting by blocking the toilet) and wishing him a happy birthday, then, I ripped his pants off and sunk my teeth into his shrivlled tiny willy. |
