Date: Thu, 4 May 2017 09:13:57 +0200 (CEST)
From: z.blake@tutanota.com
Subject: Nolan in the Nightie

NOLAN IN THE NIGHTIE
By Zachyboy
M/b, incest, oral, anal

The following story is a work of lubricated friction, made possible by a
mother's nightgown (may she rest in peace), a rather licentious father and
a warm dish of butter. Please don't try this at home.

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Nolan is in his nightie, frying eggs for his daddy. That's it. Nothing
else. Just the eggs and his nightie. His bare-naked ass is almost showing
through from the back of his nightie because the fabric is so thin and
sheer, and his daddy is paying very close attention to the way Nolan's butt
is round and bubbly and inviting. The nightie used to be Momma's, but now
it belongs to Nolan.

"You feel just as good as your Momma felt in that nightie," Daddy says to
him right before they fuck. "You ain't got titties or a front door pussy,
but we do just fine in your back door, don't we?"

Nolan agrees they do just fine.

FNolan flips the four eggs with his spatula and wiggles his hot hungry ass,
so Daddy remembers to fuck it after breakfast. Daddy has a bi-i-i-i-i-i-g
man's appetite. He's hungry for eggs and for Nolan's sweet fuck-piece.

Nolan is only 10, but he knows if he wiggles like a skinny little
hoochy-boy enough, he'll soon have Daddy's big old man sausage inside his
itchy butt where he needs it the most. Daddy'll go in and out of his
fiddle-diddle and grunt like a bear and he'll spurt his gobs way up inside
Nolan's cunt-pretender pussy-hole.

SPURT, SPURT, SPURT! And then Nolan's hole will be burning and he'll waddle
off dripping his droplets all over the dirty kitchen floor. Sticky cheap
linoleum full of Daddy's juicy gooby-goo.

Daddy likes to call Nolan's butthole a boy cunt sometimes. It's not a real
cunt like the kind where girls make babies. Nolan can't make babies in
his. Nolan's just got a boy one. A sloppy juicy stink tube where his
poopies come out. Only no poopies ever come out when Daddy fucks him in
there. Daddy fills it full of butter first, and it's clean as a stinky
little whistle, he tells Nolan with a smile.

Sometimes little farts and puffs of air come out, and sometimes they can
smell it a little, but mostly it stays nice and clean in that backdoor
bottom hole for Daddy's big fat fuck sausage. Sausage for breakfast, Nolan!

Every once in a while, Nolan gets right down on his knees to suck on
Daddy's sausage before Daddy sticks it up his poop chute.

"Eat this big fat cock you gorgeous little hoochy-boy," Daddy tells
him. "Open that sweet pretty mouth and take a good taste of the sweet old
fat fuck-stick that made you all those years ago."

And Nolan does what he's told, because he's 10 now and he's a big boy. And
his knees feel sticky on the grimy old floor because nobody's there to mop
it anymore, but he hardly notices his sticky knees with Daddy's sweet old
fat fuck-stick in his mouth, because Daddy rams it real far where Nolan's
tonsils came out, and Daddy keeps right on going until Nolan can smell
Daddy's stinky man hairs from Daddy's bush full of pubics.

Nolan likes to smell his daddy's stinky man hairs from his bush full of
pubics in his nose. Sometimes when he smells them, he can't help making the
"mmmmmmm" sound, which makes his daddy stick his fat fuck-sausage even
farther where Nolan's tonsils used to be.

Every so often, Daddy just can't stop himself.

"Can't help myself, little hoochy-boy – can't help myself at all – oh
LORD – oh FUCK – oh Jesus Mary Joseph – gotta let this one loose
in your sweet little windpipe – gotta let this one loose in your hot
little cum guzzler!"

And he jerks! And he twerks! And he pumps! And he dumps! And LORD HAVE
MERCY – BAM IN THE TONSILS! He lets it all loose where Nolan's tonsils
used to be!

"UGGGGGGGGGH! FUCK!!!!!! DRINK IT ALL DOWN, COCKSUCKER!"

And he grabs Nolan's head as hard as he can, AND BAM! LORD JESUS! Nolan
gobbles and gags! It comes squirting out like jets that sting, like the
water-gun pump-loader Johnny Damn Baker shot Nolan in the eye with.

And Johnny Damn Baker fucks Nolan's butt too, only he's just 12, two years
older'n Nolan, and he ain't nearly that damn good at it.

But Daddy's good at it. And when Daddy cums in your tonsils, you better
damn-well believe you'll swallow every damn drop. Johnny Damn Baker or
Nolan in the nightie. Daddy gets mad if you don't, so get down on your
knees and open up, cocksucker.

But mostly Daddy doesn't want to waste it in your tonsils. Mostly he wants
to slide it up your fiddle-diddle. That's his name for your stinky old
butt-hole.

"God damn it, hoochy-boy. That fiddle-diddle looks fine this morning. You
finish those eggs up and I'm going to fuck that thing till the rooster
crows."

Nolan giggles cause they ain't got a rooster.

Nolan gets excited and his fiddle-diddle starts twitching and his dickie in
front gets a little boinger. Nolan's thinking how it always ends. He bends
his over the sink or hops up on the kitchen table, back or tummy, however
Daddy wants him. And sometimes Daddy licks his butthole to get it slimy and
started, but mostly he just hocks some spit on the end of his big sausage
and up it goes, quick as a wink. And when it's dry in there and it won't go
up, then oh Sweet Jesus, out comes the butter dish.

Nolan makes a HISSSSSSSSSSSS sound like a snake when Daddy plows him with
his buttered-up sausage in the middle of his fiddle-diddle, but Nolan's
getting used to it now, because Daddy's been sticking it in there for a
long time now. And now he's 10 and he can finally pipe down for pete's sake
and take it like a big boy. Now Nolan even whispers the dirtywords at
Daddy, because Daddy likes the dirtywords.

"Fuck my stinky butthole, Daddy. Fuck your big hard daddyfucker in my dirty
little stinkhole."

Daddy grunts and calls Nolan a good little fuck-piece, and he grabs him by
the hips and grunts in him so hard it's like a pitchfork sticking into the
hay.

"NNNNGGGH! RAM your sweet little babystink fuck-piece! TAKE this hot load
you little bitty fuck whore!!!!!!!!" And "NNNNNNNNNGGGH!" And "BITCH!!!!!!"
And he blows it where Nolan's poop comes out. And sometimes Nolan poops a
half a day later and it's still all white and tinged with his daddy's
stinky gooby-goo, because that's the way the cookie crumbles, kiddo!

After Daddy squirts his gooby-goo in Nolan's fiddle-diddle, Nolan waddles
off to the dirty downstairs bathroom, squats over the toilet because the
seat's all dirty, and farts out air and poops Daddy's gooby-goo in the
toilet bowl. FART! FLUSH! Bye, Daddy's gooby-goo!

And then he gets dressed and then he walks off to school, sometimes with
Johnny Damn Baker, sometimes not. Sometimes when they walk together, Johnny
Damn Baker can smell he's just been fucked by Daddy and he gets himself all
worked up in a tizzy, and he takes Nolan off into the woods past the side
of the road by Old Man Peters farm and he fucks Nolan standing up against
Old Man Peters fence post, right in the stinky old ass tube, still juicy
with his daddy's gooby-goo.

"Your Daddy fucked you in the nightie this morning, didn't he, Nole? Oh
Lord, sweet Mercy, I can smell it from here. Good God that makes me pecker
hard. He made you put the nightie on again, didn't he, Nolan?"

It comes out "didnee Nolan."

Johnny Damn Baker gets so excited, he fucks Nolan so fast with their pants
around their ankles, it only takes him 35 pumps to squirt. Nolan counts
them all. Then Johnny Damn Baker takes his cock out of Nolan's wet stink
hole and he spits on the ground.

"God damn you feel tight in there. God damn that hurts when your daddy
fucks a person in the old shit-box nightie."

Johnny Damn Baker would know. Daddy ripped off a piece of Johnny Damn
Baker's wet shit-box too one day.

"I can always tell when your Daddy's been in there, fucking you in the
nightie. Your ass is all sticky and you smell like your Momma."

That part's true. After Daddy fucks Nolan in the shit-box fiddle-diddle
sometimes Daddy puts a dab of Momma's perfume on Nolan's butthole to cover
up the stink smell. To cover up the smell of Nolan's boy ass and Daddy's
stinky man hairs from his bush full of pubics. Even with a dab of Momma on
him, Nolan can still smell the sex smells all over his body
usually. Sometimes he can smell them even at school. One the teacher even
said, "Pee-yoo, Nolan, you need a bath!"

Nolan remembers Daddy used to fuck Momma in the cunt box and the stink box
by lifing up the nightie before Momma died and went to Sweet Jesus. Before
Momma died, Daddy used to nightie-fuck her every morning and Nolan would
watch. "Sweet Jesus," Momma would moan as Daddy bent her over the sink or
flopped her on the kitchen table and fucked her right in the kitchen after
she fried up the eggs, four over-easy.

"Sweet Jesus, Sweet Jesus, Sweet Jesus," Momma used to call out the
Precious Lord's name over and over. And He must have heard her and said
come on up, because now she's up there living with Him, which was thanks to
smoking cigarettes after she got the Big C.

And once Momma went to her Great Reward to her new house with Sweet Jesus,
Daddy had nobody to fuck in the nightie anymore until he told Nolan to put
it on one morning after Nolan just turned 9.

"Take all of your clothes off, hoochy-boy. Just wear the nightie," Daddy
told him. Daddy put him on it that first time, and Lord alive, he got a big
boner. He made Nolan sit on his lap and they did a bunch of lickie-kisses
with Nolan in the nightie, and Daddy's boner was big as the venison sausage
they got from Uncle Vern when he shot those two deer during bow and arrow
season.

And then that first time Daddy made Nolan wear the nightie in the kitchen,
he patiently showed Nolan how to fry four eggs over-easy and Nolan messed
it up and popped all the yolks, but Daddy ate them and called him a good
boy anyway.

And then Daddy cleared off the table and laid Nolan down on the edge and
showed him how to get fucked in his fiddle-diddle butthole. Nolan messed
that up too and made things a little icky the first time, but little by
little with practice every day and a good hearty breakfast for Daddy, Nolan
got the hang of it and it all got cleaner and easier.

Now it's more'n two years later and Nolan makes four eggs over-easy
perfect, and Nolan gets fucked perfect in whatever position daddy wants his
gooby-goo and man sausage in. Sink or table, tummy or legs-up. Makes no
difference to Nolan.

"Look at that fine, fuckin' ass," Daddy growls at him as Nolan's frying
eggs in the nightie. "Hurry those eggs up, so I can wolf those bastards
down and fuck you in the fiddle-diddle."

Nolan finishes the eggs. Adds the bacon. Adds the toast with Aunt Granny
Dot's strawberry preserves. Aunt Granny Dot's a mean old bitch who don't
fuck nobody. Wouldn't fuck a cow if she needed the milk.

And Nolan sets that plate down in front of Daddy and Daddy wolfs it down
and then licks his lips while he sticks his fat fuck-finger in the butter
dish and fingers Nolan's fiddle-diddle all the way up deep to his last
knuckle, and oh boy, is that a way to wake up in the morning before school.

"Get down on the floor, hoochy-boy, and suck my fat cock and get me ready,"
he tells his son. "You get on that floor and you suck my big dong."

Nolan drops to his knees and takes Daddy's big cock in his mouth. It's a
big old dong-sausage for sure, and Nolan loves how strong it tastes in the
morning. Sometimes there's a squirt of salty piss on the end. And with
Daddy's stinky man hairs from his bush full of pubics in Nolan's nose,
Nolan's little fake-pretend-cunt-box is already getting twitchy, and his
little pecker in the front is already hard as a stick you play fetch with
and make the dog bark.

Daddy finishes his breakfast and pushes the dishes aside.

"Hop up on this table, you little hoochy-boy," he tells his son. "Let's get
that boycunt wide open and see if I can taste the jelly inside."

He dips his finger inside Aunt Granny Dot's strawberry preserves and sticks
a big old gop up Nolan's butthole, and wiggles it around in there for a few
seconds, then yanks Nolan's legs up to his shoulders and with Nolan's back
still on the kitchen table, Daddy leans forward and Nolan bucks his
ass-pussy up to Daddy's mouth and squirms and rubs all over his face while
he licks the jam out of the hole where he can't have babies.

Daddy pushes the dishes aside, and some of the silverware clanks to the
floor, but he doesn't give two shits up a goose's ass. He flips Nolan over
so he's tummy-down on the table. Nolan's still got the nightie on. Just the
nightie. Nothing else.

And Daddy hocks a big goober of spit in the palm of his hand, and he spits
on his cock and he tries to stick it in Nolan's hole, but Nolan's still a
little tight in the mornings, so Daddy growls with impatience – Daddy
has a temper – and he grabs the butter from the butter dish and tells
Nolan, "I'll grease that little poker-hole up. You'll be getting' it up the
fiddle-diddle before you know it, little dry smart man."

And the next thing he knows – YOWWWWWWWWWL!!! – Nolan sees stars!!
They're the same stars he always sees when Daddy rams his sausage up his
fiddle-diddle. Like sparkles and fireflies. Nolan smells the heat of butter
and bung-hole. Nolan thinks his own butt smells like cream that's curdled
just a little too soon. Like cheese curds from the dairy that squeak in
your mouth when you bite them. Like apple cider vinegar, and green apples,
and his own underwear. It smells like his own butt always smells, a good
smell, only it's wider open now, and getting fucked real deep, which makes
the smells seem larger now. Stronger, better. Sweeter. More important.

Daddy's dick splits him open and Nolan bites the inside of his cheek to
keep from hollering.

Daddy doesn't tolerate a crybaby when his sausage goes in. Johnny Damn
Baker found that out the hard way last year when Daddy fucked him AND
whupped him afterwards for being a little crybaby pissy pants. Oh Lord,
that was fun to watch. He made Johnny Damn Baker take his clothes off and
put the nightie on too, and Lord that was a hoot and a holler for Nolan to
watch when Daddy fucked Johnny Damn Baker from behind like he was just
another fiddle-diddle hoochy-boy, and made him cry at first then got him
moaning and twisting before it was over, then whupped his afterwards anyway
for being a little titty baby.

Nolan thinks of Johnny Damn Baker while his daddy does his business up
inside Nolan's stinky butthole. He feels itchy from the toast crumbs. He
feels butter on his butt cheeks. He wants to watch Daddy fuck Johnny Damn
Baker again. Nolan wants Daddy and Johnny Damn Baker to fuck him
together. One in his fake old stink-cunt, and one down his tonsils. He
thinks Daddy might like that someday. But they'd have to buy another
nightie. Daddy only fucks a boy when a boy's in a nightie.

Daddy starts twirling that dick around inside Nolan's chute, inside and
out. He pulls it out. He crams it back in again. Nolan's little butt hole
is burning like it's crawling with fire ants. Daddy twists and twirls it
like a big magic wand and Nolan feels so good inside he wants to kiss
Daddy's sausage with his fiddle hole and give it some tunnel hugs. He wants
to squeeze and kiss Daddy's cock with his stinky hoochy-boy gobble-hole, so
he starts making squeezy-squeezies with it – GULP GULP GULP – NIP NIP
NIP – GOBBLE-SAUSAGE GOBBLE-SAUSAGE and his juicy little butthole is
gulping Daddy's cock.

"Aw, that's it, little man. You just squeeze that nasty chute all the way
up and down Daddy's cock while he plows your little stinker-goose."

Nolan keeps on doing it. GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE – NIP NIP NIP – SQUEEZE
SQUEEZE SQUEEZE – like Daddy's cock's the udder and his bung hole's the
farmer's fingers.

"Sweet Jesus," he whispers to Momma up in heaven while Daddy fucks his
butthole hard. Daddy's a world champion butthole fucker and he knows
it. Johnny Damn Baker never butt fucked him this good over Old Man Peters
fence post, that's for god damn sure.

Daddy calls him dirty names.

"Take that cock, you little wet bitch. I smell that dirty ass. I smell that
sweet boy cunt wide open."

Daddy really loves Nolan and cuddles him close at night, but he also likes
to call him dirty curse words when he does his business inside his
pooper. He asked Nolan once if it was okay if he cursed when he stuck his
big sausage in and out, or if it hurt Nolan's feelings, and Nolan said it
was fine for Daddy to curse away, because it made Nolan feel like he was
grown up like Momma. Hot little fuck pieces like Nolan and Momma get cursed
at a little when they take it in the stink box.

So now Daddy fucks Nolan in and out with his fat sausage and says, "Look at
you moan for this big thick daddy-cock, you dirty little ass whore. Look at
you twitch for this fat cock breeding your shit box."

Daddy pulls his cock out of Nolan's ass with a big fat plop and makes Nolan
suck it a little so he can get a taste of his own spicy insides.

"Gotta know what your treasures taste like, hoochy-boy," he winks at Nolan.

Then he flips Nolan tummy-side down again, hocks another glop of spit on
his sausage, spreads Nolan's legs again and crams it back in his cunt
hole. The fake little cunt hole that can never make babies.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Daddy mutters under his breath. "Gonna give that little
fuck tube a reason to itch at school today, hoochy-boy."

He grunts in Nolan's cunt box and sweat drips off Daddy's hair and onto
Nolan's back. It tickles as it drips down Nolan's ribs. Nolan can smell his
hot boy pussy in the air, along with his butt and the stinky man hairs from
Daddy's bush full of pubics.

"Right here's where I'm gonna spray my sperm, little hoochy-boy," Daddy
grunts at him. "Gonna shoot this sperm up right up in that sweet little
baby boy cunt of yours."

Nolan's boy cunt grabs Daddy's cock shaft. SQUEEZE SQUEEZE SQUEEZE, GOBBLE
GOBBLE GOBBLE, KISS KISS KISS, he gives his daddy gobbly little cunt
kisses.

"Wish I could fertilize your god damn eggs," Daddy growls in Nolan's ear
before he licks his neck. "Wish I could shoot this stinky cum in your twat
and give you four eggs scrambled, give you four eggs over-easy. Put a baby
inside you and make you big and round in the belly."

Daddy leans down and licks the sweat off Nolan's back.

"Where do you want my sperm, you hot little fuck piece? Where do you want
this fucker to squirt, you pussy-dripping hoochy-boy.?

Nolan grunts out the word "stinkhole" but Daddy can't hear his because he's
grunting too loud.

"You want this big old fuck load in your juicy little little
fiddle-diddle?"

"Fiddle-diddle, Daddy," Nolan begs. "Shoot it in my asshole!"

"Where do you want it?"

"Asshole, Daddy!"

"WHERE do you want it?"

"SHOOT IT IN MY ASSHOLE, DADDY!" Nolan screams. "FUCK IT UP MY STINKY
LITTLE SHIT HOLE!"

The force of Nolan's curse words makes Daddy growl like Spud Wilson's dog
when it got the rabies last year, and he crams it into Nolan again, and his
nightie is a twirled-up mess all shoved around his head, and Daddy takes
his cock out and he grabs some more butter and he smears it on his sausage
and POW! He rams that fucker up Nolan's twitchy little stink gully so hard
Nolan calls out for Sweet Jesus again.

"OH FUCK, OH FUCK," Daddy mutters while he plows his gasping Nolan. "Gonna
cum in that sweet little fuck box, fucker! Gonna cum in that sweet little
shitter, stinky pants!"

Nolan grunts and he growls and feels Daddy up his butt so far it feels like
that sausage is going to pop out of his throat from the back way. GOBBLE
GOBBLE GOBBLE! SQUEEZE SQUEEZE SQUEEZE!

"OH, here it comes!" Daddy howls like a thunderstorm. "God help you Jesus
boy, say your prayers, here it comes, you filthy little hoochy-boy
fuck-bitch! Here comes some daddycream up your buttered back door!! OH
NNNNGH! OH FUCK!!! OH TAKE THIS CREAMY LOAD, YOU STINKY LITTLE FUCK
BABY!!!!!!!"

AND POW! Daddy's twitching in him. Bucking in him. Flopping on him. That
big old dick is creaming Nolan's stinky shithole guts and Nolan LOVES IT,
WANTS IT, NEEDS IT! HE ASS GOBBLES IT! He milks the hot wad from Daddy's
cock and feels so proud he can be a big boy like this.

Daddy lays there on top of him twitching out his sausage juice. Nolan feels
every drop of it oozing in his crack and burbling out of his cunt-hole, all
hot and sticky like a fuck-bubble volcano, erupting back out of his itchy
little fiddle-diddle.

"Good boy," Daddy tells him, pulling out his cock and wiping it on the back
of Nolan's leg. "Hot little fuck piece with the sweet little shit box."

Nolan rolls over on the table and pulls his nightie down and jumps up in
Daddy's arms and gives him big lickie-kisses.

"I love you Daddy love you Daddy love you Daddy love you Daddy," Nolan
tells him over and over again in between his juicy little
lickie-kisses. Daddy's breath still tastes like eggs over easy. Nolan
smells his own butt and Daddy's bleachy cock-cum in the air.

"Love you too, little boy," he whispers in Nolan's ear. In his sweaty,
drippy ear. "Lay yourself back down on that table and let daddy chew on
that sweet little cock-a-doodle doo of yours. Let Daddy make you feel good
in your pecker before you run off to school, little hoochy-boy."

"Oh yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy. Make me feel good in my pecker."

Nolan lays back down on the table and spreads his legs as far as he can
spread them – farther than he ever spreads them for Johnny Damn Baker
– and his beautiful strong daddy leans on down and dives on in and sucks
on his little pecker and slurps the juices out of his drippy little
wet-hole and fingers Nolan's dirty gooby-goo ass and sucks on Mr. Boy
Pecker until Nolan twirls and swirls and humps and pumps and bucks up his
hips up and shoots his sparkles all inside Daddy's mouth!

"OHHHHHH EEEEEEEEEEEEE, DADDY! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

And Nolan quivers and sparkles and there's two squirts of pee. All over the
breakfast table, along with a bunch of Daddy's gooby-goo that leaked back
out of Nolan's drippy old ass. Nolan wipes it all up with his nightie and
adds it to all the other crusty sex stains.

Daddy's such a good daddy. He loves Nolan sooooo much to always gobble his
pecker afterwards.

"Get on up and get dressed for school," Daddy tells him, spanking his
bottom as he runs out of the kitchen.

"Take that god damn nightie off!" Daddy hollers after him. "Bring it on
back here and put it in the hamper. Nighties are only for fuckin' your
sweet litle pussy, hoochy-boy. You oughta know that well enough by now."

Nolan blushes and takes the nightie off. Now he's bare naked and Daddy
looks hungry again. Bare naked he brings it back, and looks at Daddy with
the pouty lip Daddy likes so much. Nolan can feel Daddy's gooby-goo running
out of his stink hole and down his left leg. Dripping out of his
fiddle-diddle.

"Sorry, Daddy," Nolan says in his best little boy voice, only softer like a
girl. The voice Nolan had for real when Daddy started doing his business up
his butt when he was just 9 and a little bit scared of it. Now he's not
scared at all. A year's a good long time to get used to a thing. Now Nolan
takes sausage in any old place.

Nolan puts the nightie in the hamper next to the laundry room door, just
past the kitchen, and he can see the sheer fabric is all smelly and crusty
with Daddy's juices and Nolan's pee dribbles. If nighties could talk, oh
Lord, this one would have stories for certain. This one could tell a yarn
or two. Lord, yes.

Standing before Daddy, Nolan does the pouty look and sucks his thumb and
says "I'm sorry, Daddy" with big wide eyes, because Nolan knows it'll make
Daddy love him some more and maybe he can miss part of math class if he's
lucky. If Nolan sucks his thumb and does the pouty look and talks in his
sweet soft girly-boy voice, it'll make Daddy want to have seconds inside
Nolan's itchy little boy pussy. Seconds are always good, but thirds hurt
like the devil.

Daddy growls way down deep in his throat when he sees Nolan suck his thumb
and bat his eyes like that.

"God damn it, hoochy-boy. Now you're gonna be late for school again."

Nolan giggles and sucks his thumb some more.

"Get back up on that table, you sweet little fuck-piece. We ain't quite
done with your breakfast yet."

Daddy shoves his cock in Nolan's mouth again, and fucks it hard where his
tonsils used to be. Nolan can smell the stinky man hairs from Daddy's bush
full of pubics in his nose, and he reaches down to fiddle with Mr. Boy
Pecker while he sucks on Daddy's stinky dong. It tastes like Nolan's ass
juice.

Daddy reaches for the butter again.

"You get on that table face down and you spread that asshole wide open for
me this time. As wide as it goes, you sweet little pretty-cunt."

"Yes, Daddy," Nolan says shyly, like a little girl. He hears Daddy growl in
his throat again.

Nolan reaches behind himself and peels his sticky butt cheeks apart, as
fa-a-a-a-a-r as they ever can go!

>From the corner of his eye he sees the nightie hanging out of the hamper
as Daddy lines his sausage up and sticks it in Nolan's achy old shit box
again. Nolan grunts and groans while Daddy fucks him hard, and he stares at
the nightie. Nolan's vision is clouded by sparkly little fuck stars. Every
time Daddy grunts in him, his vision makes sparkles.

"That damn nightie is nothing but trouble," Nolan giggles in his head. "It
got my Momma fucked. It got Johnny Damn Baker fucked. And it's getting me
damn fucked every god damn morning." Heady stuff for an 10-year-old face
down on the breakfast table.

Nolan goes GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE, SQUEEZE SQUEEZE SQUEEZE with his shit box
muscles, and Daddy moans at the pleasure from it, and Nolan stares at that
dangly little nighty hanging half out of its hamper, mesmerized, waiting,
and counting the minutes until he'll be late for school.

He's 10-years-old. He's in 3rd grade this year.

"Sweet Jesus," Nolan whisper-moans, sore as a toothache as Daddy blows one
more breakfast load up his tight little, hoochy-boy, fiddle-diddle
fuck-piece. He feels Daddy's gooby-goo running down his legs again.

Daddy kisses Nolan's forehead and tells him he's a good boy.

"I love you, hoochy-boy. You know that, don't you?"

Nolan kisses him back. "I do, Daddy. I do."

"Best get going," Daddy says tenderly. "I reckon you got out of math. You
don't want to be late for the rest."

Nolan giggles.

"I love you, Daddy."

He tucks the nightie all the way down to the bottom of the hamper before he
runs upstairs, gets dressed quick, and scampers off to school like a shot.

Nolan pushes the nightie real far down in the hamper so daddy can't see it
lying on top. Otherwise, Daddy might get all worked up again and haul it
out for thirds. Seconds are always good, but thirds hurt like the devil.
It's a fine day in May, but Nolan's butthole is howlin' like the moon right
now and they're almost out of butter.

And you can't trust that nightie for nothin'.

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