My Little Corpse

The smell of rotting flesh seeped into all corners of the house, like lazy buzzing of flies that circled over rotten body.

For two weeks there was a corpse in an abandoned house. And if not for the yellow-green skin, decaying flesh, which is absent in some places the skin and bones, sunken eyes, a cut in the neck, and more, then you would think that he just fell asleep.

His name was Sam Parker. He was an ordinary, difficult teenager, fifteen years.

His mother, Jessica, died in childbirth, giving your son life. Well, her husband decided to raise her son alone, well, that he did not give it to the orphanage, though ...

Thirteen years Sam was obedient and meek boy like Nick, his father. Sam's life was ... calm. At fourteen he transformed into a evil and bad bitch: he began to swear, talk back to all and sundry and even smoking.

Nick knew it was an awkward age, but he was worried and worried about his son.

"Sonny, stop swearing," Nick Sam begged. "And that's enough to smoke."

Instead of listening to his father, the teenager started strongly to insult and humiliate him in front of his friends, but Nick kept himself in hand and not paying attention. Gradually he began to drink to briefly forgotten in oblivion and forget about my son. So he became an alcoholic.

As the days passed, weeks, months, and the young Parker corrected. He quit smoking, started to greet everyone and almost stopped using profanity.

It took some time, and then came his fifteenth birthday. Sam has invited all his friends, cleaned the apartment and decorated it.

It was an awesome birthday. He brought a large, three-story cake, a bunch of expensive gifts. And then the party.

Dancing, fun ... The party was just gorgeous, but as with all parties in the world, a few hours later it was gone.

It was late evening. Sam read the book, which was given to him. when suddenly his room burst into Nick. In his mind it was obvious that he was drunk. And this was to blame not only the birthday of his son.

"Hey, Sam," hiccup father. "Happy birthday!"

Young Sam Parker often seen him, but it was last year, and it just did not pay attention to it. But this ...

Sam moved back to the wall.

"Son, what's wrong? You're not happy to see your daddy?" Man smiled slyly.

Teenager further moved away from his father.

"Stop!" He snapped. "You do not think I'm your father!"

"N-no, I think," Sam said quietly. He had seen similar situations to "box", so he tried to behave as it was in any serials, quieter grass below the water.

"Well, be still in place! Because I must give you your present!" Nick walked over to his son, but he moved still further, until pressed back against the wall.

Nick's face reddened, and he grabbed the guy behind the arm, threw him on the floor.

"You fuck that, I really do not take a person?"

But the son was silent.

The man raised his hand to strike Sam, but suddenly stopped.

"Okay, live," Nick frowned contemptuously, but suddenly his face changed. "And by the way, keep your gift." He took a bundle from his pocket and tossed it to his son.

Sam looked at this thing and wanted to put her on the bed as the father grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

"Discover it now!" He snarled, and the guy had no choice but to open the parcel ...

Inside were panties.

"But ..." The guy looked blankly at his father "why me lingerie?"

"Why?" Nick looked strangely at her son "You'll be a whore, like the redhead, which I saw yesterday in your porn, or you that thought I was a dumbass, not guess what you do?"

Sam looked down, and the blood rushed to his cheeks and ears. He realized that he was asleep, and that now he is the father of fucks him or will his friends and those already tear it. It was the end. Was nowhere to run.

"Well, dress them!" Nick Parker barked, but Sam shook his head.

"Yikes!"

Nick with all his might hit his son on the cheek. Nick cheek blazed, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Hurry Put on these lace panties! I that wasted on them for seven dollars?" He swung, and Sam, handing over his regular clothes, wore a beige lingerie.

His thin, white body, jet black hair, very contrasted with panties.

"And indeed slut!" Nick staggered. "And that should do whores? Properly carry out their dirty work!"

Man unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his dick.

"Come on, Samantha, my slut, turned me on his mouth," he smiled, but Sam just turned away.

Nick abruptly grabbed the guy behind the hair and pushed into the face in the groin. Sam's lips "dug a passionate kiss" in the father's penis, from what he groaned. Sam just grimaced and pulled. Then the boy's father took the initiative in their hands, he again took his son by the hair and began to rub the face of his dick. Sexual organ began to harden and exude precum, smearing her face.

"Yeah, " Nick breathed. "So baby, yeah!"

Sam almost crying from resentment - that the father allows himself? Who does he think he is?

Nick stopped rubbing his son's dick is tired.

"You're going to suck?"

Son silent.

"Well ..." Said the man with all his strength and gave his son a slap. Sam cried out in pain, and then Nick broke dick deep throat son, and eggs hit the chin.

Flowed from his mouth drooling boys, and he coughed. The guy thought he was going to die. Nick leaned back slightly, making it possible to catch my breath and swallow saliva son that has accumulated in the mouth like water.

Sam made it difficult - and he accidentally swallowed tongue touched the head dick father.

Nick groaned and began to fuck her son in her mouth. How is bliss was hurt head rough tongue Sam "Samantha", and especially ribbed sky.

But the teenager was not in a rush to feel the salty taste of the penis and grease.

Father more and more accelerated pace, until he felt that the cock begins to pulsate. Then he abruptly took a dick.

Nick raised his son from the floor and threw it on the bed. He pulled off his donated their panties, spread his buttocks, put a member of the anus, Sam began to resist.

"P-please, do not," the tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Shut up, whore!" Nick rushed inside, causing the boy's wild cry.

"AAAAAAAAAH" Cried, and the tears rolled down even harder on his cheeks.

"Oh, shut up already, sissy!" Back cuff and a sharp jolt.

It all seemed hell for a teenager. All these sudden shocks, though still but the pain was still, something ... pleasant - Nicholas touched his cock prostate child, causing it to buckle from the pain and pleasure.

"Aah" boy groaned at that Nick laughed:

"Yes, slut, yes! I see you like it!"

Nick started to accelerate. He has just tore apart his son until ... flash and he falls on his stomach on the back of Sam.

"Thank you, Samantha" Sam's father pulled his penis out of a teenager. "Oh, and be good, cleanse my dick."

As always, Sam was silent, only occasionally sobbing.

"Okay ..." Man nodded and left the room.

Teens got out of bed and headed for the exit. His anus very sick, my legs dripping sperm mixed with blood - it was the worst birthday of his life. Sam was about to leave the room, as his way was blocked by a man.

"Where are you going? I have not played enough with you!" Nick pushed Sam and he could not help but fall.

"W-what more do you need?" Hoarsely shouted the boy.

"Soon learns, bitch!"

Nick pulled from his pocket a bottle of vodka and opened it. Sam huddled in the corner, and the man looked fiercely at the guy came up to him and put the cancer. Sam turned and kicked his father in the groin. He grimaced.

"Oh, you bastard!" Nick pulled out a knife and sliced ​​sharply Nick on the scrotum, but he declined, and the blade deeply into the shin.

Sam tried not to scream, but it is poorly managed.

"You pay for this!" He hissed and broke a bottle of vodka. He remained in the hands of "rossete".

"No," Sam whispered. "Ask."

At this time Nicholas was silent. He just grabbed the one hand his son's throat and the other thrust abruptly "rosette" developed in a hole.

"Aaaaaaah!" Wild cry smote apartment. "Aaaaaaaa!"

But Nick did not care about her son, he was in alcohol-drugged.

Broken bottleneck anus torn by Man. And again the cry. And again. And more.

It anymore, he could not and lost consciousness.

"Hmm, so easy to give up ..." Well, that same man of forty-took a knife and cut his son's throat. One jerk. "Here you are distinguished, and in fact would you do such dirty things ..."

Nick next two hours driving along the deserted countryside. He was looking for an old house of the forester. As a child, he walked beside him.

Another half an hour, until he found the right place. Nick got out, shouldered the bag with the corpse and went to the house, the old lodge, with whom he was associated very much ...

Man blew the lock and entered.

Everything was covered with cobwebs, dust and moss-this picture standing in front of Nick.

"Well," - man took his son out of the bag and threw it on the floor, admired Sam for the last time and left.

***

After four weeks.

Police vengeance looking for him a son, and he said he did not know where he is ...

It was a normal morning in August, again soaked with alcohol. Nick had already drunk two bottles of port and one of vodka, but he is still thirsty. He washed down the mountain - he lost his son, though not on purpose, but lost. And he was the one who instilled hope ... The next day after the brutal rape and murder of Nicholas realized that his life has turned into nothing, and that "nothing" was nothing. He lost the meaning of life, and to live without him. So first thought it was just to hang himself, or cut the vein. Nick wanted it, but for some reason did not. Maybe he was afraid that it will be punished there, and maybe for some other reason.

But suddenly, instead of drinking alcohol he got the idea to visit his son, so drunk he got behind the wheel and went into the hut forester.

All the way he thought of his dead son. Nicholas did not know it rotted Sam or his eaten by scavengers, but he wanted to go there.

Two hours later, he was at the hut. he was not afraid to go there, just delayed. Two minutes later, he sighed, and staggering drunk, broke into the ...

Yellow skin, and the stench of decaying flesh - his son was still intact and fresh.

Nick walked up to him and bowed.

"I... you ... I'm so sorry" he whispered, and the tears rolled down his cheeks. "Oh, boy. " Man stroked his cheek, and shuddered - the skin was more like ice. colored ice.

But he is, oddly enough, I liked it, and he began to stroke his son's cheek, chest, stomach, over the penis.

"Yeah," man groaned and realized that he needed immediate discharge.

"Suppose it's wrong, but if I want something badly, I do not forbid," he thought, and took off his pants, and shorts followed flew.

His balls ached from the strain, and the term was already excited, so without further ado he put a penis to anus torn and went there.

Chill son scolded Nick through, but it did not prevent him to start moving in a guy.

His cock is entered, walked out of anal son. He penetrated so deeply. That his balls touch the buttocks.

Nick tried not to breathe, because the air was impregnated with ptomaine as Sam himself.

Man fucked her son then fast, then slow, then entered to the end, then take it out completely. After seven minutes, the man breathing quickened dick increased even a little bit, and he began to finish. In his dead, cold son.

Testicles due to cold tightened so much that it seemed that they were not. And yet there was a lot of sperm.

He took out his penis and began to dress.

"Thank you," he kissed his son on the lips and left the hut, and the corpse was left lying on the dirty floor, decaying further.