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“Please dad, I don’t want to. She’s my mom.”

He slapped me across the face. Before I could run, he grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me towards his bedroom. My mother was in there, curled in a tight ball, whispering to herself, eyes darting everywhere.

“You’re sixteen. You’re practically a man. You’ve got the build like one. Broad shoulders like me. Big, strong body. You need to use it. One day, I’ll be gone, and somebody will need to show her how it is. Someone needs to take control. Take control, boy! Stick your dick in her and fuck her into obedience.”

“NO, NO NO, FUCK OFF!” My fist punched the wall. It was my dad’s face, then it was the wall again. My eyes blinked erratically. One of them twitched. My fists clenched and unclenched.

Back and forth. Back and forth. My legs took me around the room. Back and forth. Back and forth.

“Don’t make me do it! I don’t want to! Leave me alone!” I yelled out, chasing the shadows in the corners.

He pushed me onto the bed and ordered me to take my clothes off. I did. When I didn’t move, he took his belt off and lashed anywhere he could hit. “Move, boy! Rip her clothes off and fuck her. Make her obey. Take some goddamn control!”

He tossed a knife at me. My mother shook her head and covered her ears. She was humming the words ‘fly away’ under her breath. She would go back and forth between talking nonsense, then back to humming.

My father screamed at me again, then raised the belt. I didn’t want to be hit again. Without wasting any more time, I grabbed my mother and pushed her down onto the bed. She scratched at my skin and kicked her legs. I used my strength to hold her down. The knife slashed her clothes, I ripped them off.

My vision turned into a blurred haze. I heard my dad’s words over and over. To take control. Make her learn. Make her obey. Be a man. Be a good son.

I jerked my cock, then rubbed my fingers over her vagina. I’ve never been with a girl before, so I just use the memory of all the times dad made me watch him fuck mom. He used to make me watch, so I could learn how a man really does it.

“Come on, son, fuck her good. Make her scream. I love it when they scream.”

I slapped my head, over and over, trying to rid myself of the memories. I didn’t want to be him. I couldn’t. I wanted to be good. I didn’t want to be a monster. I wanted to be with Starla the right way, like I should have done all those years ago, when I first saw her.

I never thought I’d cross paths with her again. When she showed up on my doorstep, I had to have her. She wasn’t like the others. I didn’t want to kill her.

But the ghost of my father whispered in my ear to kill them, to beat them, to control them, to make them obey, to break them, to claim them. Women are nothing but slaves for our pleasure and entertainment. They’re dirty and crazy. They’re whores.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I flipped a few chairs over and covered my ears, trying to drown him out. The flames took him, that house burned to the ground, but that wasn’t enough, he was still here.

The dark pressed in. The dark wanted to take me, it wanted me to do all the things my dad wanted me to do. The dark terrified me, but my dad scared me more than the dark.

“Is that you, Milo? Sweet Milo, don’t do this to mommy. Don’t let your daddy possess you.” My mother squinted at me, as if she was finally seeing me. My dad was watching, so I raised my hand, and slapped her. It felt good to see the terror in her eyes. To feel the surge of power. I liked it. I hated it.

“You’re not Milo, you’re the devil! The devil! Get out of my son!” My mother screamed out, raising her fists to push my chest away. My father came over and grabbed her limbs.

“Shut the fuck up, crazy bitch.” He taped her hands together. “Hold her legs, boy, so she can’t kick you off.”

I did what he said and held her legs. I pushed them back, and finally, she stopped resisting, and started talking to imaginary people.

I pushed my cock inside of her. He was right, she was nice and tight. It was kind of nice. I pretended her face was not there, I tuned out her screams. I moved my hips like dad showed me and fucked her hard.

She screamed and screamed, it only made me go faster, harder. My dad stood by the side of the bed and slapped her face every time she fought too hard. Every time he slapped her, she lost a little more of her fight.

“Does it feel nice, son? She’s got a nice pussy for a lunatic. Nice tits too. The big tits are the best.” My dad rubbed her nipples while I fucked her. I watched my cock slide in and out. There was a tingling sensation in my balls. It ignited my skin. It devoured every inch of me.

Every time she screamed, it enhanced the pleasure, and I began to shake. I watched her tits bounce. They did that whenever I fucked into her. They looked so good bouncing together.

My dad kneeled onto the bed with his cock out, and shoved it in my mother’s mouth. She gagged on his cock, eyes rolling back. He held her head and fucked her mouth. She was struggling to breathe, I could tell, but he didn’t stop.

I tried to focus on her tits, on the pleasure in my cock, on anything but the fact that I was raping my mom, while my dad fucked her throat.

Soon enough, the pleasure exploded. It was everywhere. It was the best pleasure I’ve ever experienced. Cum flooded out of my dick into her pussy. I pulled out and spilled the rest onto her stomach.

“You liked that, son, didn’t you? I knew you would. Your mother is a perfect fuck doll, just need to break her a little bit.” My father kept fucking her mouth, panting and groaning. He came too. He pinched her nose closed and came in her mouth. She gagged and gurgled. She wheezed and flailed.

“I’m sorry, mom,” I whispered, low enough so my dad couldn’t hear.