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The Son of Hank 'n Ange
by Phil Phantom (pp@philphantom.com)
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Hank was a daddy who would let a son like Chad kiss his 
stepmother at the dinner table, then lay her ass over 
it and fuck her on it. (MF, family)

***

Angie married a damn good man with a fine son, a young 
man with a very bright future - captain of the football 
team, honor society, senior class president with a UCLA 
football scholarship, a real gentleman, a dream hunk, 
and all-around great All-American young man. His father 
was so proud of that boy, and Angie felt that pride as 
well because he called her, Mom.

Chad's mom died when he was very young, and though he 
only knew Angie a short while before the wedding, he 
took to her almost from the start, and when a simple 
tying of a legal knot with invited friends and 
relatives made her an official step-mom, Chad took that 
one step better when he stepped up to kiss the bride. 

She didn't know what to expect from Chad and wasn't 
even sure how he felt about their sudden decision to 
marry. She prayed that he could at least accept it and 
call her Angie, preferably Ange, anything but Angela, 
or the dreaded Mizz Angela.

No one really knew how he felt. His father wasn't sure. 
Least sure and most unsure was the bride. She was 
scared shitless. She so wanted this marriage to work 
for her and her two young teen daughters who absolutely 
idolized Chad. Their idol could make it work or quickly 
destroy it. She would find out which it would be by the 
way he addressed her following the wedding.

She never expected to find Chad in the kiss-the-bride 
line, but he was the caboose, a surprise caboose. When 
the caboose arrived, everything in the rented Legion 
hall suddenly ceased and grew stone quiet. Over one 
hundred stood in silence as a nervous bride in a short 
and sexy wedding dress broke a cold sweat when Chad 
took her by the bare shoulders and made her feel much 
smaller than five four to his six three. The equally 
large and heavier husband moved behind her to lend his 
support at the hips. He gripped her hips to convey his 
support.  She needed that grip, because she still could 
not tell what was coming. She looked up into the eyes 
of a true poker face, silently begging him not to ruin 
her day and all the rest to follow.

He was the master of the pregnant pause for dramatic 
affect. He made her sweat, but he slowing broke into a 
warm smile, then said, "You do make a beautiful bride. 
I think you get married just to show off, but I'm glad 
you married my dad this time. He'll give you no reason 
to ever look this beautiful again. You can let yourself 
go, now - eat, drink, and be marry, fart when you feel 
like it, belch when you please, get fat and go fishing. 
Laugh and dance your way into a far-off grave - Hank 'n 
Ange forever."

He wasn't done, but she was already in tears and hip 
support was needed to keep her on her feet as she 
listened to the rest, "I just want to sear this vision 
into my mind. I never saw a more beautiful woman in my 
life. I do want my kiss, but I don't want a proper 
kiss. I want to know what it's like to kiss the most 
beautiful and sexiest woman on Earth. This will be my 
only chance to get a kiss like that.  Right after that 
kiss, I have something very important to ask you. If 
you say yes, I could never kiss you that way again. 
Because I do want a very special kiss, I feel I need to 
ask your permission and the permission of your husband. 
Angela, may I kiss you as I would like to kiss you?"

She nodded in a stupor, and would have done the same 
thing if he had said, "Angela may I fuck you the way I 
want to fuck you?"

Chad looked past her to his smiling father to say, 
"Pop, may I kiss your bride the way you don't want any 
other guy to kiss her?"

"Please do, Son. Make your father proud. If you can 
make this beautiful lady piss in her wedding dress on 
her wedding day, you will make you father very proud. 
Let's see you lay one on her."

He took that limp woman in his arms and he laid one on 
her that curled her toes and rang her ears. Those two 
flat kissed like lovers in a parked Buick by the lake. 
They never came up for air. She didn't piss, and 
everyone was looking. When Chad got his hands on her 
bare ass, many could see the place she pisses from. 
They thought for sure they'd see piss - piss or lady 
cum. Nice shave. Went well with no under garments 
whatsoever, and you don't get a bride in a sexier 
wedding dress and still call it a wedding dress or the 
slut in it a bride.

This was a passionate kiss as in PASSIONATE - "lay me 
down and fuck me" passionate - "don't care who's 
watching" passionate - "yes, you are seeing it right, 
the horny slut married the jolly old buzzard to get the 
hunky son" passionate.

That's what it looked like but she maintained bladder 
control, and that was quite impressive, for those who 
knew her knew she didn't have a lot when she gets too 
excited. She dare not ride a roller coaster or watch 
Flip Wilson on anything but a piss pot.

That was a good five-minute kiss. That bride should 
have been ashamed of herself but she wasn't. That boy 
should have been ashamed of himself but he wasn't and 
only needed adjusting. She smiled when he did that, and 
then patted his massive erection affectionately because 
they were now that intimate. His slacks were very wet, 
but she got them that way without pissing.

After the way they'd had a form of fully clothed 
standing public sex, petting and squeezing his big cock 
was a really cool thing to do.  Everybody thought so, 
after all he didn't cum but she most certainly did. She 
affectionately patted and even squeezed the cock that 
made her cum so good by cramming her wedding dress hard 
into her bridal cunt and grinding hard on her bridal 
clit. 

She wasn't the least embarrassed by what she did. That 
was a proper way to thank a young man for giving her 
the kiss of her life to start her new life as Hank 'n 
Ange. Hank thought that was cool, too. God, he was 
proud of that boy.

But now, Chad once again held her by shoulders after 
putting her hooters back in the bridal hooter holders. 
Once again he got serious, so she got serious. This 
looked serious, so everyone got quiet and got serious 
as Chad said, "I have thought long and hard about what 
I am about to ask you, probably longer and harder than 
Dad did before asking you to be his wife. I don't think 
he had to think too long or too hard. I think one kiss 
was all he needed to put him on his knees.  

"For me, this is bigger than asking a woman to be your 
wife. Let's face it. Most marriages aren't permanent. 
None of yours have been. None of Dad's has been. This 
one will be for both of you. I have no doubt about 
that, and that helped me make a permanent decision. I 
have found the woman I want. I wasn't absolutely sure 
until I kissed you, but now I am absolutely sure, and I 
want to get down on both knees to ask you."

He did, and Angela swallowed hard, looked back to Hank 
who shrugged, not knowing what this was all about. This 
was a new Chad behavior.  After that kiss, he wasn't 
sure what it meant, and most others weren't, but many 
thought they were about to witness a three-way marriage 
proposal. 

One of those others was the bride with a young man on 
both knees, holding both of her hands. She didn't know 
how to handle this. Hank didn't help, but he was still 
giving good grip support, now under the dress on bare 
hips that bared her most private parts - but this was 
serious, so most people only gawked seriously.

Chad stopped gawking at her shaved cunt and looked up 
to her face as he said, "Angela, this may not mean much 
to you. It might seem a silly thing to you. To me, this 
is the most important day in my life since I stood and 
laid flowers on my mother's fresh grave at the age of 
six. 

"I wasn't sure I could ever do this or find a woman she 
would be pleased to see me kneel before and ask this 
question to, but I know she is here with her hands on 
my shoulders. Angela, I love you. Will you please let 
me call you Mom and be my Mom until I am once again 
with my Mom? I need a mom in my life, a mother to love 
who loves me like my mom did. Please say yes."

The bride pissed. The son soon knelt in a puddle of 
piss that dripped off him. She didn't mean to piss in 
his face or answer him in that wet fashion that seemed 
to suggest a very strong, FUCK NO! She cried YES in a 
big puddle of piss. 

Her son got wet, and so did she when she joined him in 
that puddle, held his soggy body in that puddle, and 
still added to the problem for she had straddled his 
lap and pissed right on his cock while holding him 
close. His new Mommy seemed a bit excited. Chad didn't 
know she had that problem. He was still trying to get 
over that FUCK YOU he thought he felt.

There was not a dry eye anywhere. Wedding tears are one 
thing. These fuckers were blubbering and many were 
Hank's construction and fishing buddies or Chad's 
football buddies who just don't blubber, but they were. 
Ladies were sharing their hankies with guys wearing 
beards. They didn't want them back wet with tears and 
snot. Keep it.

Now everyone knew why Chad had to get that kiss out of 
the way. He was no motherfucker, but he was a 
stepmother fucker. If he didn't take steps to make her 
a mother, he would sure as hell be fucking that woman 
whenever he felt like fucking her. Any kiss would have 
led straight to a fucking. 

Hank was a daddy who would let a son like Chad kiss his 
stepmother at the dinner table, then lay her ass over 
it and fuck her on it. She'd go with it just as she was 
willing to in a wedding dress. She squeezed his cock to 
let him know he still could.  He could put it in and 
cum, hell, all the other adult males there had, 
including the preacher and her dad.

Hank was that kinda guy and Ange was that kinda gal. 
Hank had always wanted to see a father fuck his 
daughter, a preacher fuck a bride, and a bride piss in 
a slut's wedding dress. For Hank, this was quite a day. 
He married quite a gal. He had quite a son.

He also picked up two fine young daughters - twelve and 
fourteen - beautiful girls, virgin, sweet and pure, 
dressed in white, and looking awfully horny after 
watching their mother fuck an idol standing up without 
getting his cock out. When she pissed all over the boy, 
then knelt in piss, they looked like bride's maids 
needing a finger.

The little one got a preacher finger, and then got 
eased away from the crowd to a private place. Hank 
wasn't sure how he felt about that, but thought he 
should tell the child's kneeling, hugging mother. 
Seemed like the right thing to do, but they were into 
some serious hugging in some serious piss. 

He was pretty sure she'd get up and go put a stop to 
that child fucking shit. No one else seemed to have 
noticed. He could pretend he didn't, so that was what 
he ended up doing. Little Tammy got fucked real good. 
He knew it. She knew it. She knew he saw - knew he knew 
- he knew she knew that he knew - they both knew.

When they were all set to go on their honeymoon 
vacation to San Diego as a family, he and Tammy found 
themselves putting baggage in the car together. He 
couldn't resist and said, "Well, how was it?"

"Pretty good. Did you tell?"

"No. I didn't see a thing."

"Do we have a secret?"

"Do you want to shake on it?"

"Yeah." They shook. She beamed a big smile and said, 
"You sure are a cool step-dad. Can I call you Daddy, 
just Daddy?"

"You certainly may, precious, just precious."

"Daddy, I like secrets... so does Sherry. We could have 
a secret...me and you... you and Sherry... you, me, and 
Sherry. We both want Chad to fuck us. Sherry thinks he 
would if you asked him to. Every time Chad fucks one of 
us, you get anything you want. If he fucks us both, you 
get us both, and we'll do anything you want to see two 
sexy little girls do. Would you like a secret like that 
- Daddy?" She said while showing him her pussy by lying 
on the driveway.

He liked secrets. Before everyone piled into the car, 
Hank had a father to son talk in the garage. The son 
was shocked. The father begged. He got down on his 
knees and begged. The son said, "Pop, get up. This 
looks queer. All right. I'll fuck 'em, but damnit, Mom 
isn't going to like this."

"It'll be a secret."

"Pop, if you are wasting your honeymoon virility in her 
little girls, it won't be a secret for long."

"Fuck her for me."

"POP! I can't fuck my own Mom."

"Step-Mom."

"NO. She's not a step-mom, she's my mom."

"So what. She'd love to fuck you. The woman loves to 
fuck. That's why I married her. She flat loves to fuck, 
and I love to watch her fuck.  Everybody I know has 
fucked her. You damn near fucked her at the wedding in 
her damn wedding dress. She loves being your mom, but 
she wants a mother fucker."

"She does?"

"You couldn't tell? She's so excited because she is so 
sure you are.  If you tell her you're not, she'll be 
crushed. You sure as hell kiss a mother like one."

"Pop, you're bullshitting me. I told her and everyone 
else that I only kiss a step-mom that way. She knows 
that. You are setting me up, and please get up. Get up 
or suck my damn dick."

"I'll suck the damn thing if you'll be a mother fucker. 
I'm serious.  Haul that one-eyed bad puppy out. See if 
I don't suck it. I'll suck a son's cock. I ain't 
proud."

"Zip it back up. You ain't suckin' my damn dick, again. 
I know you're not proud. You're a damn cock-sucker."

"You have a damn fine cock, son."

"Stop kissing my fucking underwear and zip me up, you 
fuckin' fag Pop - KEERIST! Quit showing me the genes 
I'm not proud of. I think I buried all the good ones."

He zipped up and stood, saying, "God rest her soul. 
There was a good woman - lousy driver, but a fine 
woman. She always thought you'd grow up to be a fine 
motherfucker. If she picked Angie out like you said, 
then she picked out a good mom for her boy to fuck."

"Think so?"

"She couldn't pick a finer one. Angie is a damn fine 
fuck, son. Ask anybody. Ask her father. Ask the 
preacher that married us. Ask your new sisters. They 
know she's a great fuck. They have eyes. They have 
ears. They can smell. They feel she's great because she 
drips fuck on them when she climbs over them to get out 
of bed to go take a piss and wipe her cunt after a 
fuck. She don't care what they see, and she don't mind 
dripping fuck on them, but she doesn't want those girls 
fucking until they're at least sixteen. She made a deal 
that she won't hide any fucking if they promise not to 
do any."

"They should keep their promises."

"Maybe so, but for the little one, it's too late, and 
they both have a bad case of the Chads. They don't want 
promises, they want secrets. I want secrets. I want you 
to be a mother fucker and a sister fucker, only don't 
keep the mother fucking a secret."

"Damnit Pop, I ain't no mother fucker."

"You will sorely disappoint that woman if you ain't. 
She loves to fuck for an audience, especially those 
girls, and she thinks you are that way, too, and she 
thinks you are dying to fuck her in front of her little 
girls who she knows adores you and can't wait to see 
you fuck their Mommy. She's about to wet herself with 
excitement. She thinks you are going to fuck her or 
mess with her all the way to San Diego.  She's getting 
herself all gussied up for you, shaving that pussy 
extra close, and you can bet your sweet mother fucking 
ass there won't be anything to get in your way."

"If I see evidence of that, I could be the son she 
wants, but I had best see good evidence. I don't trust 
you, you horny old pervert buzzard. I know what you 
want. You want those girls and you want my cum in your 
wife's pussy."

"Girls, too. You got great cum, son, and it don't get 
no better than mixed in with pussy juice. Mix it up 
good for your old perverted Pop.  I know you hate 
seeing your Pop suck it right outta your gorgeous pony 
cock like a queer, so use the pussy blenders I got ya - 
all three - do it for me and I'll stop licking your 
hunky chunky spunky bull balls and pesterin' you for 
cum. You won't ever have to fuck my nasty ass again. 
Just keep them cunts good and juicy for me. That's all 
I'm askin'. Son, I'm beggin'."

"You're a sick puppy, Pop."

"Got me a good woman, though, don't I?"

"She is a good woman, least ways she was till she met 
you."

"I'm bringing out the best in her, that's all. She 
ain't never looked better, felt better, ain't never 
fucked better or been this horny in her life. Fucked 
hell out of her dad, and that man has been trying to 
get her to put out since she was eight. She had him in 
tears, begging her to stop. She fucked the balls off 
that sick puppy Pop, but no way would she ever fuck the 
balls off my stud pony son."

"She looks happy. I'll give you that, but she won't be 
happy if she discovers all these damn secrets. Keeping 
your secrets in a honeymoon suite in San Diego will be 
a bitch. I have a feeling you have us all sharing one 
room and one bed, don't you?"

"I had to reserve two adjoining rooms, but we're only 
going to use one. The honeymoon beds are big at the 
Hotel Del Coronado."

"Pop, you are going to blow this marriage before it 
even gets off the ground, and you need this one to work 
out. She's your fucking soul mate. You're a fucking 
idiot to rush this."

"She married an idiot. She knows that. She might get 
pissed, but she is not going to trash this marriage 
just because she finds out I'm an idiot in a rush. The 
most she'll do is chew my ass and try to slow me down. 
I know one thing. She won't kick you out of the bed, 
and she won't kick those girls out. She might kick me 
out. She is already seeing this as her honeymoon with 
her stud pony son."

"CHRIST!"

"How do I look...sexy?" 

The subject entered the room and did a turn in 
something very short and very sexy. It couldn't get any 
shorter and it couldn't have any underwear under it. 
When she did a cute rump-thrusting bend with hands 
perched on knees, Chad saw that he was right. So was 
his Pop. She shaved extra close and was eager to prove 
it - that or to prove she was a female mare in season - 
or she was a new mom out trolling for a motherfucker. 
The two daughters stood on either side of that 
shameless display.

Tammy said, "She wants you bad, Chad."

Sherry said, "Your mommy is in heat, Chad."

Hank looked to his son and said, "Is this evidence good 
enough for you?"

It was. Chad sauntered over and cupped her crotch while 
freeing his pony cock - a full twelve inches of 
throbbing love muscle that had those girls swooning and 
drooling. Those girls wanted him all the way naked and 
set about getting him that way as their mother said, 
"Fuck me, Chad. Please fuck me with that gorgeous pony 
cock. I can't wait for San Diego and there is not 
enough room in the car to fuck a stallion. Fuck me, 
now, Chad - fuck me, now!"

Chad centered his cock and drove it home, bringing her 
straight up where he took her by the tits and kissed 
her passionately. While he kissed and fucked, he felt 
those girls licking his legs until they were licking 
his fucking cock and balls. He broke the kiss to say, 
"Your daughters are licking my cock and balls."

"They love the taste of fuck. I love giving them a 
taste. I hope you don't mind?"

Chad wasn't too surprised when his Pop knelt at his ass 
and sent a long tongue up his asshole. Chad could see 
that nothing was ever going to change and she was, 
indeed, his soul mate. He said, "I hope you know I am 
going to fuck your daughters."

"Of course you will. We are all yours, Chad. We live to 
serve you and your mighty cock and balls, Chad... 
Chad... CHAD! CHAD, WAKE UP!" 

"Huh... what... where... who - ANGELA!"

Angela in a robe sat on his bed at his hip and said, 
"Yes, Angela, and welcome to my world. I can see what 
world you were in and you were about to create more 
laundry. I'm sorry to wake you right at the climax of a 
wet dream, but I think you have far too many as it is.  

There is something wrong with a boy who has so many, 
and I don't like hearing my name called out from a 
boy's wet dream. Stop staring at my chest. There is 
nothing inside this robe that should be of any interest 
to you, young man. I will not be treated like a sex 
object, and my daughters are not your little whores. 
Don't you even wet dream about those girls. Don't you 
even look at my girls like girls. Is that clear?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Chad, as you know, your father and I are getting 
married today. I know this is all rather sudden. Maybe 
you don't like having us move in like this. Maybe you'd 
like to do your own laundry and your own cooking. 
Frankly, I don't care what you like or don't like as 
long as we have a clear understanding before I go 
through with this marriage.  That's what I am here to 
get straight. Your father and I have talked a great 
deal about you. Are you aware of that?"

"No."

"We have. I know he has pushed hard to make you a man 
and you keep falling short of that mark. You didn't 
make the football team, and you lost big in the student 
body elections. You have never gotten close to an honor 
roll. You are winning no scholarships, and you think 
you are the last male virgin in the senior class. That 
wouldn't surprise me.  Let me see your dick."

"But..."

"I said show me your dick."

Chad drew the covers off and showed her a pitiful sight 
which she took between her thumb and forefinger like 
something dead in the road, small and dead, saying, 
"Here's the problem. Your father doesn't have this 
problem. He's hung like a stud pony - gorgeous cock, a 
manly man with a very masculine cock and balls. He gets 
all the pussy he wants, including my girls. We all 
sleep in the same bed. Were you aware of that?"

"No. I was wondering." 

"Chad, let's face it. You're a loser with a little 
dick. You would make someone a good punk. That's what 
we talk about. That shit turns me and my daughters on. 
We'd like to see a father treat his son like a punk, 
put his sexy ass in panties, and fuck him like a little 
girlie girl, make him squeal like a pig then fuck him 
in the mouth to shut him up - gag the little fag 
bastard on a man's cum - raise him on whore piss and 
fuck from whore cunts. 

"He's willing if I can talk you into it. I will only go 
through with this marriage if I can. We are all 
counting on you to do the right thing and accept your 
lot in life, but that will give you a sex life. What do 
you say?"

"Okay, I guess."

"I thought you'd say that. Here, put these panties on 
and come with me. Oh, and by the way. You are going to 
be a bride's maid. Sounds just like a wet dream, 
doesn't it?"

"Pretty close...Angela, after the ceremony, can I call 
you Mom?"

"Sure, if you want your punk face slapped."

"Just checking."

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Reality sucks, don't it :-(

The End

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CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before 
engaging in unsafe sex practices that involve any 
exchange of body fluid, even contact with open sores or 
small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, 
bestial sex, body waste ingestion, bindings, devices 
and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy and are offered to 
promote the only safe sex there is - masturbation. 
Before you try anything, find out what the risks and 
hazards are because they can all be deadly. Read, 
enjoy, and remember - sex with minors should be left to 
other minors. PP

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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