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As I gently laid down my angelic little son,
Tucking him in cosily and securely,
Like a caterpillar in a cocoon,
I decided it was finally his bed time.

"Please read me a bedtime story, Daddy."
He pleaded to me sweetly just as I was leaving,
In that high pitched, pre-pubescent tone I was contented by.
I turned back eagerly with utmost satisfaction,
A sinister grin on my blackhearted face,
"Ok tiger, if I must", I muttered sarcastically.

I plonked myself down next to him...
Painstakingly close,
I could almost taste his soft, enticing skin.

I took a quick inhalation of his mouth-watering scent,
Then proceeded to recite 'twinkle, twinkle, little star',
In the smooth affectionate tone he adored,
Making him feel so loved...
So secure...

It was a shame I was fooling him so mercilessly and maliciously,
But I couldn't let myself be separated from his,
Firm, playful and hairless buttocks, any longer.

I'd grown tired of my long-winded charade,
So I made the move instantaneously.
Grabbing his toned haunches (just how I like 'em),
I flipped over his featherlight frame,
Forcing him aggressively onto his back, with the rest of his body flailing in every direction in distress.

My long fingers grabbed the back of his soft hair,
And slammed his tormented face into his own dusty pillow,
Tearing handfuls of locks out by the second in a final moment of amusing mayhem and havoc, with his bookcase falling and his fish bowl smashing beside me - but this doomed struggle only added to my pleasure.

With a final wriggle and helpless shudder,
His entire body went limp,
Leaving it to the mercy of my ravenous sexual organs.