Date: Thu, 9 Aug 2012 21:59:10 -0500
From: Silent One <silent_one__@hotmail.com>
Subject: Forbidden - Chapter 01 - Transgender / Transsexual - Magic & Science Fiction

Disclaimer:

This story is a work of fiction. Any names referenced in its writing that
bear resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental. I only hope that
more is written about male pregnancy/transgender pregnancy. Thank You and
Enjoy.



Forbidden - Chapter 01



	Paul's on his back, stroking his 12 inch dick in his hand, eagerly
waiting what he knows will come. Almost immediately, his lover rises up to
her feet on the bed, and lines up her asshole with his monster. She slowly
sinks down onto his cock, feeling it pierce her flesh as she goes. Paul
never gets tired of seeing her ass slip over, first the purple head of his
cock, then slowly moves down until his dick is completely buried in her
ass. Letting out a groan of pleasure, he gives her ass cheek a good slap,
eliciting a groan from his lover. Slowly, she gets a good position, and
starts to slowly fuck his cock with her ass. Teasing her lover, she makes
sure and goes slow, keeping him on the brink of filling her ass with
cum. She knows it won't take long for him to get frustrated, like he
usually does, and sure enough, after only a few minutes of slow thrusting,
he grabs her by her waist, forcing her doggy style, and fucks her ass from
behind.

	Getting a good grip on his woman's hips, he eagerly pounds her,
nearly into oblivion. He's motions are a blur as he desperately pounds her
ass, reaching that peak we all know so well. The smell of sex, and the
sound of skin slapping against each other fills the bedroom as Paul lifts
his head, and howls to the world. His 12 inch dick expands to nearly 14
inches long as his hot, boiling cum erupts from its head, deep within the
bowels of his woman.

	As both lovers come down from their high, Paul falls back on his
own rear, with remnants dripping from his love monster. Taking a breath, he
admires the view of cum leaking out of his woman's asshole, her insides
absolutely drenched with his baby batter. He watches as it slowly creeps
out of her asshole, drips between the globes of her ass, then continues
down her balls, then onto the bedspread. It happened in a split second, the
realization that the person he was fucking was a man came as the person
turned their head towards him, "That was pretty intense daddy, you must
have saved up for me." As he heard that, he realized that the woman he was
fucking was actually his own son, Tommy.

	Paul awoke with a sudden start in his own bed alone, the bed sheets
drenched with his spunk from the intense dream. "Not again. Why does this
always happen to me." Paul gets up, puts on some quick clothes, and puts
the sheets in the washer. He had to do that quite often lately, seeing how
he came harder in his sleep than with his own hand nowadays.

	As he fixes breakfast in the kitchen, Paul thinks back to the
dreams he's been having. Ever since his wife left him and Tommy a year ago,
he's been having dreams about having sex with an unknown lover. At first,
it was definitely a woman, with a pussy and all. Slowly though, his dreams
shifted to fucking the ass of someone else, someone he knew was a little
bit different. It wasn't until a few weeks ago that he caught a glimpse of
the person the incredible asshole he was fucking belonged to, his only
son. "No, no, it's just a dream, nothing more than that." He says to
himself, making some scrambled eggs. Even he couldn't deny, it was the
dreams of him fucking his son that made him use the most detergent on the
sheets than he ever needed before.

	"Good morning Daddy! What's for breakfast?" Tommy asks, walking
into the kitchen, and sitting down at the table. "Eggs of course Tommy",
Paul replies, not turning around to meet his son's gaze. "Even though
you're in high school, you're still a little on the scrawny side", Paul
iterates. Turning around, putting the eggs on his son's plate, he can't but
help notice how much he looks like his mother, blue eyes, round face, long
legs. "Daddy, you alright?" Tommy asks, Paul simply standing there
motionless looking at his son. "Ummm, yeah, fine." Paul struggles to get
the response out of his mouth, still shocked at the thoughts going through
his head. As Paul turns around and starts to clean up, Tommy simply grins
as he eats his eggs. He's knows about that look, the twinkle in a person's
eyes when they want to fuck them silly. Tommy is no spring chicken, having
had his fair share of pussy in his short life. His girlfriends always
wondered why he wanted them to play with his asshole, and even more
surprised when he'd cum almost every time. Sometimes he wondered if that
shouldn't have been a clue then. It really doesn't matter now because his
father wasn't the only one needing some detergent on his sheets. He was
well aware of his father's dreams, what with Paul being so vocal and
all. In fact, Tommy thought it a miracle that half the neighborhood didn't
know about his father's dreams by now.

	For the past few months, he'd been having his own dreams about a
mystery man fucking his tight little asshole. He'd almost look forward to
the dream feeling of a huge monster invading his asshole every dream-filled
night. In fact, Tommy ventured out and started to stick things up his own
asshole as part of his usual masturbation routine. It started out with
pens, then grew to rulers, and evolved even into bananas, and his father
thought he just developed a liking taste for them. The result was the
monster belonging to the man of his dreams always got bigger, and longer,
always eager to invade his asshole. It wasn't until a few nights ago when
he was lucky enough to glimpse the face of the man fucking his poor little
asshole.

	As Paul sits down to eat with his son, Tommy simply looks into his
eyes, knowing that it's his father that he's been dreaming about, plowing
his poor ass into ecstasy. Paul doesn't meet his son's eyes, fearing the
lust that might overcome him. Hurriedly finishing breakfast, Paul stands
up. "I'll be back in a while Tommy. I just used the last of the detergent
on the sheets this morning." As Paul left, he heard something like, "See
you later Dad!" as he left the house. It was kind of hard to get into the
car, especially when you have a 12 inch dick that's rock hard.





To Be Continued.




Other stories by the same other:

transgender/Magic-ScFi/ghosts/

bestiality/shadow/

bestiality/my-stallion-my-mate/




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