I want to fuck Kiku while thinking about his father who had probably been fantasizing about how his son would be a fine young man one day, whom he nurtured and hugged, taught him how to be the man of the house when it was only him and his mother, teaching him valuable life skills that men would need in life.

And now, I would be shoving my cock between that same son's lipstick-ladden lips, reminding him that his masculinity has been taken from him, and that he is now a frail woman to be willingly and joyously dominated by a masculine male. And as his boy-pussy curves and shapes to the contours of my cock, I smile not just at the sense of utter domination over him, not just the sexual pleasure of his smooth girly skin he has meticulously shaved and washed while laddening it with perfume, but in knowing that his own father has had all his dreams stolen from him. His son will not grow up to be a fine man, but a slutty woman built only for sexually pleasuring men. His entire lineage will vanish under my cock - my cock has made two entire lives completely pointless. And the only one turned on more by that fact will be Kiku.