'How come nobody has raped me on the kitchen table?' Kyle asked. 'I knew I shouldn't have gone to bed early.
'Oh, yeah? Well, it didn't help to have some big dick old fucker rape me on the kitchen table when my hole was already wrecked.' I replied. 'That's what happens to little boys who are greedy.' granddad said. There's no way I can sit without my ass hole aching.' 'Damn, I'd think twice about taking on that meat without working up to it.' dad said. 'Your son had a run in with Deputy Monster Dick.' granddad said. 'Got ants in your pants?' dad asked as I squirmed again. I was squirming in my seat, trying to take the pressure off of my poor ravaged hole when dad came in one side from the hall and granddad came in the back door after going to the store for butter. The next morning found me sitting on a fluffy pillow at the kitchen table while Kyle prepared breakfast. Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
