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Dad was leaning against his truck, staring off at the setting sun as he waited for my shift at the grocery store to end. He looked hot as fuck, wearing his reliable work boots and his favorite ball cap, the golden light kissing his full beard and muscular body. I knew it was totally wrong to lust after my own father, but I couldn’t resist my desire for him.
“You didn’t have to come get me,” I called out as I walked my bicycle towards his truck. “I’m eighteen years old, Dad. I’m perfectly capable of riding my bike home alone.”
“I know, Avery,” Dad smiled, picking up my bicycle with his strong arms and tossing it into the back of his truck. “I was just worried those guys might come back and give you some more trouble.”
Dad was referring to an incident that had happened a few weeks earlier as I was riding my bike home on Route 16. Two guys in a red truck pulled up next to me, yelling faggot repeatedly before running me off the road and into a ditch. I got a bit scraped up, but it was my ego that hurt the most.
“It was an isolated incident, Dad,” I tried to assure him as I hopped into the passenger seat of his truck. “I can’t live the rest of my life in fear of homophobic assholes like that.”
“You’re right, Avery,” Dad patted my leg paternally after turning over the ignition, the engine rumbling to a start. “But as your father, it’s my job to take care of you.”
My heart swelled as Dad made the turn onto Route 16, gunning the engine. Despite being a faggot, as all the guys back in school had called me, I always felt protected by my hunky father. I was safe in his presence, sheltered from the evils of the world. I wanted to show Dad my appreciation and gratitude for him—in my own, special way.
“Thank you for always taking care of me, Dad,” I began, my hand reaching for his leg, landing precariously close to his bulge. “Maybe I can take care of you, too.”
“The fuck?” Dad spat, one hand swatting my arm away as the other steered the truck off the road, gravel crunching under the tires as we came to an abrupt stop. “Avery, what the fuck is wrong with you? Did you just offer to get me off?” he demanded.
“I—I just wanted to show you how much I love you,” I stammered, suddenly realizing my stupidity in thinking my straight father would give up his cock to his gay son. “I just wanted to suck you off.”
“Suck me off?” Dad gasped. “That’s not something that a normal son would do for his father.”
“Yeah, I know,” I began to cry, trying to exit the truck, intending to walk home in shame. “Because if there’s one thing I’m not—it’s normal.”
“Jesus, Avery,” Dad leaned over to stop me from leaving. “I didn’t mean it like that. You know that I love and support you for being gay. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you suck my dick.”
“Why not?” I persisted. “I know Mom doesn’t suck your dick. She told me she thinks oral sex is sinful. And I’ve overheard you two arguing about sex, how she’s never in the mood and—”
“What your mother and me do in our marriage is none of your concern,” Dad cut me off.
“When was the last time?” I asked.
“What?”
“When was the last time you got your dick sucked?” I clarified.
“Shit,” Dad exhaled, adjusting his ball cap. “It was about ten years ago. I paid a nasty whore twenty bucks to suck my cock in a gas station parking lot down in Tuscaloosa when I was picking up fertilizer.”
“Does Mom know?” I asked, eyes wide.
“Of course she don’t know,” Dad spat. “I felt so guilty for cheating on her like that, I vowed that I’d never do it again.”
“But did you like it—the blow job?” I wanted to know. “Did it feel good?”
“Well, duh—of course it felt good,” Dad eased up and laughed. “It was a fuckin’ blow job. It’s supposed to feel good.”
“Then why don’t you let me—?”
“Now that’s enough,” Dad interrupted, holding up the palm of his hand to silence me. “We’re done discussing this. I’m not gonna let you suck me off. You understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I nodded sullenly as Dad shifted the truck back into drive, continuing us towards home.
“What happened between you two?” Mom asked over meatloaf and mashed potatoes that evening. Dad and I were eating in awkward silence, avoiding each other’s glances.
“Nothing happened, Martha,” Dad asserted feebly.
“Well, considering that you’re already on your second whiskey,” Mom gestured to the tumbler in Dad’s hand, “I’d say you’re lying.”
“I got mad at Dad for picking me up from work,” I fibbed. “I told him that it’s perfectly safe for me to ride my bike home—that I’m not a little kid anymore.”
Mom dropped the interrogation after that, but the chill in the air between Dad and me continued all evening. After dinner, he retired to the den with a bottle of Jack. I wanted to apologize, to set things right between us. But knowing my father, I knew it would all be forgotten by morning, and that Dad would be his usual jovial self.
It was after midnight when the door to my room creaked open, waking me up, a beam of light from the hallway illuminating my face. Dad stood for a moment in the doorway before stumbling into my room, closing the door behind him.
“Dad—I’m—I’m sorry about earlier,” I whispered as Dad ambled towards me. “I should never have—”
“Shhh,” he silenced me, his thick index finger at my lips. “We don’t wanna wake your mother.”
And then Dad undid his belt, unzipping himself, releasing his cock as he pushed his pants down to his knees. He was rock hard, his eight-incher begging for attention.
“You gonna suck this big dick for me or not?” his whiskey-soaked breath was hot at my ear. “Come on, son. I know you want my load.”
Wordlessly, I threw off the bedcover as I stumbled out of bed and dropped to my knees. Like a supplicant, I knelt before Dad and took his big cock down my warm throat.
“Fuuuuuck,” Dad exhaled, his head tipping back in ecstasy as I took him all the way, his hairy balls mashed against my chin. “Damn, I needed this.”
I went to town on Dad’s big dick, employing all the skills I had picked up sucking cock in gas station men’s rooms and the city park after dark. But at the end of the day, my skills weren’t all that important. Dad just wanted to face fuck me.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he growled, grabbing the back of my head as he abused my throat, pounding my tonsils. “Open that throat for me.”
Straining to breathe through my nose, I stretched my jaw, allowing Dad to breach the upper limits of my esophagus. I was gagging on his big dick, tears streaming down my face, drool dripping down my chin, soaking my t-shirt. I was loving it.
I reached around and gripped his meaty ass with my hands, trying to hold on for dear life as Dad unleashed years of pent-up sexual frustration down my throat. If his frigid wife wasn’t going to suck his cock, his slutty gay son might as well be a worthy substitute.
“Fuck, you know how to throat a cock,” Dad praised, his big dick a piston in my throat, his balls smacking my chin with each thrust. “I ain’t gonna last much longer in this throat pussy.”
Eager to taste Dad’s cum, to feel his load spewing down my throat, I cupped his balls in one hand. They had pulled up tight, hugging his body, preparing to expel his seed. Dad’s cock had begun to swell in my throat. His orgasm was imminent. But then he pulled out of my throat abruptly.
“Why—why did you stop?” I croaked, gasping for air. I was worried he had suddenly sobered up, seeing the error of his ways, the incestuous sin of giving his cock to his son. My fears were unfounded.
“Bend over, Avery,” Dad ordered. His meaty hands were suddenly yanking me off the floor and shoving me against the edge of the bed, pulling down my briefs. “Hurry the fuck up. I wanna finish up your ass.”
“FUCK,” I screamed, gripping the bedsheet as Dad shoved his big dick in my tight, knotted hole with one, violent thrust. The pain was unreal. But in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to feel my father cumming up my ass. I wouldn’t have to wait long.
“SHIT—I’m gonna cum,” Dad barked, his swollen cock working inside me, his eager balls no match for my tight hole. “Here it comes—OH FUCK—SHIT.”
Dad’s body convulsed, jolting me and the bed as his big dick erupted in my depths. “FUCK—FUCK,” he grunted repeatedly as his massive load spewed within me, coating the walls of my fuck canal.
“Fuck, you’ve got a sweet cunt on you, son,” Dad praised as he extracted his cock from my bowels, his balls emptied. His spent dick dripped cum onto my bedroom rug as he stood back and observed his handiwork—my wrecked hole.
I quickly climbed onto my bed, hoping that Dad would join me. After taking his seed, our shared DNA swimming in my guts, I longed to fall asleep in his strong arms. Alas, not all dreams come true.
I watched as Dad opened my bedroom door, ambling down the hall to the bed he shared with my mom. I soon fell asleep, blissfully content as Dad’s load slowly leaked from my used cunt.
Mom was drinking coffee at the kitchen table when I came down for breakfast the next morning. “Where’s Dad?” I asked.
“Your father went into town early this morning,” Mom began. “He wanted to surprise you, but you know I’m no good at keeping secrets. He’s going to that used car lot, the one next to the Walmart, to buy you a car. He doesn’t want you biking to work anymore.”
“But, I never asked Dad to—”
“Come now, Avery,” Mom laughed. “You must have done something to butter up your dad, convincing him to buy you a car. He never does anything like that for me.”
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The thought of a wife who practically begs for me to fuck our daughter is so deliciously hot. Night after night of disgusting sex in which she's describing how tight our baby would feel around my cock. How her pretty little lips would look around my cock. How she'd eagerly tongue my cum out of her, desperate for her not to get pregnant. Perhaps we'd even fuck other girls, slightly older than our daughter, and play out our most disgusting fantasies.
Except one day, I'd come home to find my baby girl had grown herself some teeth. Talking back to me with sharp, snide comments. Practically begging for punishment. Begging for her daddy to discipline her. That's what some girls need. A strong, fatherly figure to show her her place.
And so I'd drag her to my wife, look her in the eyes and tell her it was time. By the time I'd pull my cock out and drag our confused little fucktoy to her knees, she'd find herself lying back with her legs spread and a hand fiddling with her cunt. Half shocked, half incredibly needy.
She'd get to watch me stir up our baby's little mouth, both hands firmly latching onto her tiny head and furiously choking her out for the first time. Sliding my cock back and forth between her braces. She'd cough and gag, of course. Just an innocent little virgin, after all. But she'd take it. I'd make her take it. As I'd fuck the shit out of that teenage throat, I'd tell my wife what our baby had done. How she'd disrespected her own father.
As I'd speak, I'd feel my annoyance grow and find that the punishment isn't harsh enough. I'd pull her up, giving her dazed little face a quick peck on the forehead, before bending her down. Her ass pushed up against me, her face inches away from her mommy's sloppy cunt. The hole she came from. The woman who raised her, fed her, cared for her now watching with eager, mindlessly horny eyes as her own father stretches out her unused cunt.
It'd take everything not to immediately empty my balls into that tight cunny. It'd take everything not to sink myself into her impossibly tight, convulsing little fuckhole and make myself a grandfather. A hand roughly groping away at her ass, another grasping a fistful of hair, pulling her head up to look directly at her mother's cunt.
The sloppy, drooling twat of her own enabling mother making her cunny clench down for some reason on my cock. I really wouldn't last long at this point, and I'd tell my wife as much. I'd ask her if she's still okay to make good on her word. If she'll help prevent our daughter from becoming a mother.
That's all it would take. She'd crawl over, a hand still desperately fucking her sloppy cunt. Lips dragged across our teenage sextoy's pretty body, before settling on her clit and my balls. Lapping away at it as her fingers work her cunt. Still lapping away even as my balls twitch and suddenly I'm filling our baby's virgin cunny with nasty, icky, pervy cum. Loudly groaning, before slapping and grabbing a handful of our kid's ass.
I'd let my wife clean up our daughter's cunt before letting her taste her pussy off my dick. I think that would teach our baby a lesson in respect. Right?
Coach had caught me staring one too many times. He finally asked me about it and I was honest and told him I was curious.
"About what?" He asked.
"What other people look like," I replied.
He had a smirk on his face. The whole situation made me nervous, like I was going to be in trouble.
"You've seen your friends and probably your Dad's. You probably already know," coach said. "You know if I see you staring at my crotch, others probably can too."
"Yeah, I know," I told him and blushed. "That's how I've been able to see a few."
"Oh." He said. "So you're trying to get me to show you mine, huh?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "If you want to show me."
"Others show you hard or soft?" He asked.
He looked around his living room as if his wife and kids would catch us. It was early afternoon, and no one was home with us. My Dad couldn't get me until after dinner and Coach had an early day so I left with him because he was my ride.
"Both," I replied. "Dad's always is hard when he shows me," I told him.
"You think you'll be mad if I show you?" He asked softly.
I was eighteen, I didn't care what Dad thought to be honest.
"No," I told him. "He doesn't care."
Coach put his hand on his crotch and began kneading himself. I did the same to mine as I watched him and he watched me. I was hard right away but Coach took a moment, kept looking around making sure we were still alone.
He stood up right in front of me and pulled his shorts down, revealing his heavy balls. His cock was caught on his shirt at first, thick as hell, just like I had guessed it to be from watching it. He lifted his shirt and let it fall straight forward, pointing at me.
"So?" He asked, it jumped as he flexed it.
"Thick! Nice," I told him and licked my lips. "Biggest so far," I complimented him.
"Are you good at sucking?" He asked putting his hand on my shoulder. "I could really go for a warm mouth."
"Yeah," I replied immediately and wrapped my hand around him and looked up.
I slowly stroked him and smiled up at him. He looked happy as I was, this was going to be great. I opened my mouth and tasted him, he was a little musty from the day and I could smell the soap and cologne wore. I sucked on the thick tip of his dick as he massaged my shoulder in his grip.
I loved sucking cock, especially cock that was off limits. There was something about getting to do the things I wasn't supposed to be able to do. To enjoy men that everyone else stayed away from. Like Dad, he was vocal, I could hear him grunting and sighing to himself.
"Fuck, that's it. Suck my cock," he spoke out loud.
"Mmm," I moaned so he knew I liked doing this for him.
"Yeah, you do. Got myself a little cocksucker, don't I?" He said to me.
I pulled him out of my mouth. "Yes, Sir," I said looking up at me. "And you can fuck me too," I added.
I figured I let him know I was down for however he needed to get off.
"Yeah? I haven't fuck a dudes hole since college. You want to ride me?" He asked and pushed me away and sat on the couch before I responded.
I slipped off my shorts and shirt and climbed on his lap. He aimed his cock straight up and held my hip as I sat down on him. I watched his face go from happy to pure joy as he felt my body wrapping around him, as every thick inch slid slowly inside my welcoming ass.
"Oh fuck, that's it baby. Take it," he growled at me. "You're Daddy do this too?" He asked casually, like it wasn't crazy.
"Yeah, we do," I told him the truth. "Whenever Mom's not home I suck him then he fucks me."
"Lucky dude," he told me. "Glad he can share."
I sat completely down, feeling his warm body pressed against mine. My balls resting on his stomach and his cock firmly entrenched inside me. I felt full, really really full. My cock was jumping because of the pressure he was pushing onto my prostate. I began to pull off when he pulled my right back down.
"No, let me enjoy being completely in for a second," he said with a huge grin.
"Okay," I told him. "Can I kiss you?" I asked.
He paused and then nodded yes.
I leaned in and felt his big arms wrap around me and his tongue slipped in my mouth. I let out a sigh as I melted into him, our body entwined in a forbidden sexual act.
I wondered why his wife would think if she walked in and saw him with his cock inside of me. Would she be turned on like my Dad would be or mad like my Mom? Clearly coach thought it was worth the risk to fuck me.
I slowly rocked back and forth until he began to lift me with his arms. Thrusting his cock in my slowly at first he picked up spread, not breaking our makeout session. I felt so good having him sliding in and out of me, stretching my ass around him as we fucked on his living room couch.
"You're so fucking right," he said finally pulling away and leaning back.
He held my hips, lifting and pulling me down hard onto his lap. The sounds of sex filled the room as we both moaned, grunted and our bodies slammed together.
"I'm gonna live your hole for your Daddy, so it's nice and ready tonight when he picks you up," Coach said.
"Yes, please," is all I could get out as I get my cock erupt all over this pecs and stomach.
"Oh fuck!" He yelled as he felt me squeezing around him and my warm cum coating his skin.
He pulled me down, pushing his cock as far as he possibly could go and exploded inside of me. I felt his body tense as his orgasm gave me the lube he had promised. This husband and father of three was depositing his seed and loving every second of it.
That was my favorite thing about men, they are animals and their needs taken care of, period, nothing more to it. They have basic sexual needs that any willing person should be able to provide them. That's where I came in, my need was to be used by these men, to fill the needs and support them any way I can.
"Thank you Coach, fuck that felt so good," I told him and gave him a hug, my cum smearing into both of our skin as his cock was still hard in my ass.
"Right back at you, I needed that," he told me and rubbed my back as his cock softened and slipped out.
"Anytime, I got you," I told him, opening up our future to more fucking.
"Definitely," he said and held me close.
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“Stop what, sweetheart? I’m just touching my girl. My beautiful girl.” His breath was sour with alcohol. “You look so much like her. But you’re not gonna leave me, are you? You’re a good girl. You love your daddy.”
The silence after the door slammed was the loudest sound he had ever heard. Then came the click of the lock, the final, definitive note in the symphony of his failure. He sat in his worn armchair, the cheap whiskey in his glass catching the dim light from the lamp. He’d been drinking since the fight started, and the world had a pleasant, blurry edge to it. His wife was gone. She’d taken her bags and her righteous anger and left him alone with the house and the one thing she couldn’t—or wouldn’t—take.
He heard a soft sniffle from the doorway.
His daughter stood there, a small, shadowy figure in her pajamas. She was sixteen, with the same wide, frightened eyes her mother used to have before the bitterness set in.
“She’s gone, isn’t she?” the girl whispered.
He took a long swallow of whiskey, the burn a familiar comfort. “Yeah, baby. She’s gone.”
That first night, he just stared. He was drunk and lonely, and she was a warm body in a cold house. He’d call her into the living room, make her sit on the footstool by his chair while he drank and talked about what a bitch her mother was. He’d watch her, his gaze lingering too long on the developing curve of her hips, on the soft swell of her breasts under the thin cotton of her pajama top. She’d fidget, her eyes darting away, uncomfortable under the weight of his attention.
The nights blurred into a routine. The whiskey bottle was a constant fixture on the end table. His loneliness curdled into a dark, possessive need. She was all he had left. His.
“Come here,” he’d slur, patting his knee.
Reluctantly, she’d move closer. He’d start with a hand on her leg, “just to comfort her,” he told himself. His touch would creep higher, his thumb stroking her inner thigh. She would tense, trying to pull away without being obvious.
“Daddy, stop,” she’d mumble, her voice small.
“Stop what, sweetheart? I’m just touching my girl. My beautiful girl.” His breath was sour with alcohol. “You look so much like her. But you’re not gonna leave me, are you? You’re a good girl. You love your daddy.”
The first time he pushed her onto her knees, she cried. Silent, hot tears that tracked through the dust on her cheeks as he fumbled with his belt. “Just do it,” he’d growled, his voice rough with whiskey and lust. “This is what you’re for now. You have to take care of Daddy.”
She hated it. She hated the smell of him, the rough grip in her hair, the way he filled her mouth, the guttural sounds he made. She would lie in bed afterwards, scrubbing her skin raw in the shower, trying to wash the shame away.
But he was persistent. Night after night, he’d drink, and he’d call for her. The sessions became longer, more demanding. He’d touch her everywhere, his hands claiming her body as his own property. He’d whisper filth in her ear, things that made her stomach clench.
“This is what Mommy should have been doing,” he’d pant, forcing her legs apart. “A wife’s duty. But since she left you, you have to be the wife now. You have to be my good girl.”
He started taking her on the couch, then in his bed, then in her own. He’d make her look at him, forcing her to acknowledge him as he moved inside her. “Look at me,” he’d grunt, holding her chin. “See who’s fucking you. Your daddy. The man who made you.”
The change was slow, insidious. It started in her body, a traitorous flicker of heat deep in her belly during one of his rough sessions. He was grinding against her, his pelvis hitting that spot, and a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure shot through her. She gasped, her back arching involuntarily.
He felt it immediately. “Yeah? You like that, don’t you, you little slut? Your body knows what it wants. It wants Daddy’s cock.”
She shook her head, denying it, but the seed was planted. Her body began to betray her mind. The fear and shame were still there, but now they were tangled with a horrifying, building pleasure. She started to anticipate his touch, to crave the forceful way he took her. The hated sessions became something she dreaded and yet found herself thinking about during the day.
The night she came for the first time, it broke something inside her. He had her on all fours on his bed, pounding into her from behind, his hand fisted in her hair. He was calling her his whore, his cum-slut, his replacement for her mother. The degrading words, combined with the relentless stimulation, sent her over the edge. A wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful crashed over her, and she screamed, her body convulsing around his cock.
He laughed, a deep, triumphant sound. “That’s it! That’s my girl! Come on Daddy’s cock! You love it now, don’t you?”
She couldn’t answer. She was sobbing with the force of her orgasm, the pleasure wiping out everything else. In that moment, she wasn’t his victim. She was his.
From that night on, she was different. The resistance was gone. She became an eager, willing participant. She’d seek him out, climbing onto his lap, nuzzling his neck, her hand already stroking him through his jeans.
“Please, Daddy,” she’d beg, her voice no longer small and frightened, but husky with need. “Please fuck me.”
He reveled in her transformation. He had broken her and remade her in his own image. The ultimate act of creation.
“You’re not just my girl anymore,” he told her one night, his cock buried deep inside her as she rode him, her head thrown back in ecstasy. “You’re going to be my wife. The mother of my children.”
The word “breeding” became their new mantra. He’d talk about it constantly. “Gonna fill this tight little cunt up,” he’d groan, fucking her harder. “Gonna put a baby in my baby girl. Keep it all in the family. You’re gonna give me a son, and when he’s old enough, he can help me fuck you.”
The depraved words only fueled her newfound lust. She wanted it. She wanted to be his, completely and irrevocably. She wanted to carry his child, a physical manifestation of their twisted love.
“Breed me, Daddy,” she’d chant, her nails digging into his back. “Please, breed me! Knock me up!”
He’d oblige, pouring himself into her night after night, marking her, claiming her, ensuring she was filled with his seed. And when she missed her period, the joy in his eyes was terrifying and beautiful. He had won. He had lost a wife, but he had gained a daughter-wife and the future of his own dark, incestuous line. And she, the girl who had once cried and resisted, now cuddled against him, her hand resting on her stomach, dreaming of the baby growing inside her, a perfect symbol of her love for Daddy’s cock.
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Imagine your my dad and mom is away on a work trip. You’re sleeping in you’re shared bed when all of a sudden you feel a sensation on your lower region. You feel your cock twitch and your hips buck as warm wet lips slide up and down you. You’re slowly waking up with a completely erect cock and the blankets moving up and down. You groan out deep it’s been so long since you’ve been woken up like this. Your hand lands on top of the blankets guiding the head on you. You start to think to yourself, your wife has gotten really good at this. Thoughts of her cheating creep in your mind but they’re easily dismissed as the mouth engulfs your whole cock. You moan out thrusting your hips up. “Fuckkk baby take more I know you can” you moan out thrusting your hips up into the mouth. The lips suck in tight around you sliding up and down a few more times before you hear them pop off. You bite your lip groaning. You feel a tongue and a small hand wrap around you. The size of the hand not even registering in your head as it slides up and down you quickly. You feel the lips start kissing and sucking on your balls. “Ohh fuck babe…..” you moan. My tongue licking over your balls and my lips sucking on them. I trail my tongue down and lick from the back of your balls all the way to the front and then down the entire length of your cock to the tip and I wrap my lips around again. Your cock twitches and threatens to release as you hold back your mouth open wide and eyes rolling back. You feel your cock tapping the side of my face and you feel one last peck before a whole bunch of moment goes on under the blankets. You go to lift them when you feel a new wet sensation but you knew it wasn’t the same lips that were just on you but a different pair.
Your cock twitching and leaking in anticipation. Wet pussy lips slide up and down the out side of your cock. You have no idea why your wife is treating you to such a pleasure but you were not about to stop her. This is the most action you got in a long time and by far the best. You feel your cock poke at the entrance and you can’t help but notice how tight the hole is. The pussy sliding down your cock squeezing you and hugging tightly. You sit up and push the blankets off ready to pound your wife but what you see makes you freeze and almost cum immediately. You push the blankets off and see your daughter. Your mind then remembers you wife is on vacay and won’t be home for another few days. You feel so many emotions, the daughter you jerk off to privately was now sinking her pussy down on your cock. You knew you fantasized about it but never thought it would actually happen. “Honey….what…what are….” You pant out as I rock my hips pushing back on you taking your cock deeper into my pussy. “I came to lay with you but you were so hard daddy….I just wanted to make you feel good dad” I say biting my lip and batting my eyes back at you. “…we…baby…we can’t do this” you say but your body fails you as your hips buck up into me. I giggle a bit “it seems to me like you want to dad” I say seductively. You mentally curse yourself, your cock pulsing hard your brain not even able to think right. “..listen..baby…we…we..ca..” you start but I sit down completely on your cock taking it all the way in. I sit my back facing your chest as I bounce up and down on you. “Ohh daddy but it feel so good doesn’t it” I moan out. Your mouth falls open as your hips snap up into me. Your hands find my waist and guide me up and down on you. “This is so bad baby we really can’t do this” you say your hips thrusting up into me as I bounce down on you. “It is very wrong dad, but I can’t stop” I pant out my head flinging back. You bite your lip and push my down on all fours and grab my hips sharply as you slam your cock into me violently over and over. “It’s…soo…bad…it’s…not…right…we…shouldn’t..be doing….this…fuuckkkkk…..ohhh shit….baby you’re ….ohhh fuck…you’re so tight…mmmm fuck” you pant and moan out in between your hips connecting with my ass cheeks. You’re pounding in and out of me as I rock back on you, my back arching only leaving my ass in the air. You grab both my shoulders and pull me back as you smash your hips into my ass cheeks driving down deeper and deeper. My pussy hugging your cock super tight. You’ve never been in anything so tight before. My pussy acting as a cock ring it’s so tight on you. You can feel your cock twitching and your tip pulsing. You don’t know what comes over you but you grab my throat and start humping and thrusting extremely fast in and out of me pulling me towards you as you fall back. Your back hitting the mattress as you pull my to your chest and slam your cock in and out in and out in and out in and out in and out over and over. Our skin slapping and your cock pushing all my juices out you can hear your self sliding and moving in and out of my pussy. Your other arm around my waist and stomach holding me down completely on top of you. You thrust all the way in and with out thinking you cum hard filling your daughter with your sperm. You pull out of me a little and thrust in even deeper and let more sperm swim out into my insides. You’re grunting and growling in my ear biting my neck, leaving bruises with both your mouth and hand on it. You bite down on my jaw line as you pull my hips down on you completely and push up lifting us both off the mattress as you let the rest of your sperm out inside me. “I hope you fucking get pregnant you fucking whore” your growl out to me. “I hope you have to look your mother in the eyes and lie to her about who put this baby in you” you continue. “Such a naughty naughty little cum dump for father now huh” you kiss my jaw and neck loosening your grip around it. You stay fully thrusted in holding me down on top of you panting. Loving the way it feels to be inside your own daughters cunt.
You roll over pinning me below you. “You should really think before sucking a sleeping man’s cock…….you never know what’s gonna happen when they wake up.” Your growl in to my ear still fully thrusted into me. You cock slowly become erect again inside of me. “And if you didn’t get pregnant that time….hahaha” you whisper in my ear laughing darkly at the end as you start thrusting in and out of me again. It doesn’t take long before you’re back at your quickened pace, thighs slamming into my ass checks turning both red. You grab a fist full of my hair and pull me up by it you grab my neck tightly again choking me. You take three fingers and shove them down my throat as I cough and gag on them you push them down further. With every gag my throat makes both my throat and pussy clench, you can feel your stomach tightening. A rush of liquids past your cock as you continue pounding and slamming into me. You take your fingers out and reach over to your bed side table. You grab your phone and press record. “Take the phone” you growl to me I grab it. “Fucking look at yourself, your such a fucking pathetic dick hungry whore” you growl out. Look at yourself getting railed by your own father cuz your so pathetic and needy.” I moan out holding the camera the screen flipped to record us. You feel more of my liquids leak down you and cover our thighs. “Now take daddy’s cum deep in your womb” you groan out thrusting all the way inside me and pulling my hips back on you. “Fuck you feel dads sperm filling you right now” you say between gritted teeth. “Huh you feel your own fathers sperm in your womb connecting with your eggs” your panting and shaking as you feel your balls draining out completely inside me. Spurt after warm thick spurt coating and filling my insides. I’m moaning and screaming out beneath you. Lost in pleasure and vision cutting out. “I bet you like having your own dads cum filling you and penetrating your eggs, breeding you huh you like that you fucking whore”. You growl out before collapsing on top of me and panting. You stay fully thrusted in acting as a plug to make sure all your sperm stays swimming around my insides as you hope one of them breaks my egg and impregnates me.
Shh, go back to sleep, sweetie. Daddy just want to cuddle a bit. Just - roll over on your tummy. Here you go, bud. I'll just lay on top of you - like a blanket.
That's nice, isn't it? You can go back to sleep now.
Shh, I know, baby, I know - it'll be quick, okay? You have to be brave for me. You can do that, right? Be brave for your Daddy?
That's my sweet boy. Now close your eyes. Just relax. That's it - fuck. No, no squirming. You know what happens when you struggle, so don't make me hurt you, okay baby? It's just the tip, I know you can take it, it's just the - ah, fuck, that's it, that's what Daddy needs.
Shh, shh, hey, no crying, bud. You stay quiet. I'm being gentle, it shouldn't - shouldn't hurt that much - oh fuck, you're so tight.
Okay. Daddy's all in now, you can relax. No, it's not over yet. It'll be over when I say so. Don't - baby, we talked about this. We did everything you wanted today, right? Well, now it's Daddy's turn to do what he wants. You understand?
Good boy. I'll be quick, okay, I promise, it'll be over soon. Just stay still and - try to go back to sleep, alright? It's always easier when you're sleeping, you know that.
Daddy's gonna start pumping now, sweetie. So no squirming, no crying, and no asking me if it's over yet. Nod if you understand. Good, good.
Such a - hm - good boy for Daddy, that's it, you're doing great buddy, you're - hm - making Daddy feel so good. And you love Daddy right? You want Daddy to be happy, I know you do. I know you - fuck - need it too.
Shh, shh, it's okay, we're almost done - keep taking it. Keep - oh fuck baby, yeah, clench on me, it feels good right? It feels good because we love each other, we - ah fuck, I'm so close - it's all love, right? It's all - I love you so fucking much, baby, my perfect baby boy, with your perfect - ah - little hole - that's it, take that load sweetie, take it, take it -
Porn is a terrible influence. That's why you and I are going to ban it from our house. Our pretty, precious daughter isn't going to have her mind warped by it.
Instead of spending her teenage years lounging around in bed, idly fingering and flicking at her cunt, she's going to watch Mommy and Daddy fuck.
She's going to listen to you scream out "Daddy, Daddy" as I fuck you into our mattress. She's going to listen to the feral, animalistic sounds of your throat convulsing on my cock through the thin bedroom walls. God, I'd love giving our baby girl a comprehensive sex education. I'd love showing her that women are pretty fleshlights for their men.
She'll walk in on the sight of Daddy stretching out Mommy's cunt, my thick, throbbing cock pounding into your wet fuckhole. She'll watch from behind the door, thinking she's being stealthy, her lips parted and her hands furiously rubbing under her cute panties. God, that'd be disgusting. If she rubbed herself to the sight of the two of us fucking.
Jesus, her fucking first kiss would be on my cock. You'd love that, you little perv. Having her lick and lap away at her dad's cock while we make out. Forcing her pretty, teen head further and further down my dick until she can barely hold on. God, she'll look so pretty with tears in her eyes and a lewd, sloppy grin across her lips, my fat cock slapped right against her cheek as she looks up at us. So, so gross.
And we wouldn't let her have a boyfriend either. Definitely no boys from school allowed. They'd only break her heart. No, we'd tell her that she's "too young", even as we go to bed later that night and loudly fuck each other as we groan her name. God, she'd find her panties covered in cum and track them down to our bedroom. Do you think she'd ever find out how you'd jerk me off with our baby girl's panties? Do you think she'd ever find out about the disgusting shit we say about her and her friends while I pour my load into her underwear?
God... and we both know the day would come when we'd have to break her in. Would you like that? My cock grinding against you as we fantasise about her until she's finally old enough to fuck? My heavy, fat dad cock splitting our baby girl's tiny, teenage cunt while I grope your tits and make out with you. Passionately kissing you as I stretch out our fleshlight daughter and fill her cum dump cunt.
I think that'd be a pretty good replacement for porn. Don't you?
mommy that tells her daughter that she has to touch her tits and pussy to check if they’re working well for a long time that it’s become normal to them now. And the only way they can know if her pretty little princess parts are working is if mommy is allowed to play with a pretty pink nipples whenever she wants while she makes her come on her fingers.
Body checks are so normal and needed! Nowadays everyone is so open to sexual encounters, mommy just wants to make sure her daughter is behaving. It's normal for her to be in her daughter's room once a week. Having her stand in front of her, circling her, and stripping her. Making sure her daughter's skin is nice and clean, that no other icky hands have been on her.
Running her hands all over her daughter's body. Grabbing at anything she can, mom is just being responsible. She's so responsible as she plays with her daughter's tits. Watching her daughter start to squirm as she grabs and tugs on them. Little girl has always had a sensitive pair and mommy knows that. Smiling at her and still playing with them.
Once mom decides to inspect lower her daughter is already panting. Hits her daughter's inner thighs lightly so she can spread them. Her daughter is a good girl so of course she listens. Spreading her legs the best she can for her mom while trying to keep her balance. Almost losing that balance as mom runs her fingers through her slits. A small gasp leaving her lips but she just tries to regain her composure.
Mom's inspections can be fun! Sometimes she lets her daughter cum and sometimes she doesn't. It's as simple as that. Daughter should be lucky there's even the option to cum, inspections shouldn't be fun. Mommy is looking at her pretty eyes as she runs her fingers through her cunt. She's being mean by making her stand, spreading her daughters legs even more, and suddenly pushing her fingers inside.
Her daughter can barely keep her balance as her legs shake. I can imagine her falling onto the bed and mommy keeps going. Her daughter is having her weekly inspection no matter what. Now she's spread open on the bed as mom kneels between her legs. There's something "off" so mommy needs to do some more inspection tactics. Attaches her mouth to her daughter's clit. Tries to hold back her smile when her daughter can't help but arch her back as a loud moans fills the room. Should she get to cum after all that is the question?
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mommy bringing me into her bed, telling me it's time i learned how to kiss. opening her robe and spreading her legs, cradling the back of my head and positioning my face between her thighs. i know it's wrong, i'm not naive, but she pets my hair and tells me it's just practice. placing chaste kisses outside her pussy as she praises me, telling me i'm doing so well. she tells me it's time to start trying with my tongue. my stomach turns but i do as she says, hesitating darting my tongue out between kisses.
when i try to pull away, she grasps my head with both hands, forcing my mouth flush against her. i squeeze my eyes shut as her wet cunt glides along my lips, her clit brushing over my nose. she tells me to be a good girl, to keep kissing. i do as i'm told, but she continues rotating her hips, grinding against me, using my face. the pace picks up and she no longer attempts to hide what she's doing. she tells me to stick my tongue out. her moan goes straight to my belly, filling it with heat as the taste of her floods my senses. the more i struggle to breathe, the more carried away she gets, fucking herself on my tongue. when she cums, i noticed how soaked my own panties are. how turned on i am being used like that.
mommy pulls me into her lap after, panting hard as she sits me on top of her, lining me up against her. i bury my face in her neck as she thrusts her hips up against my wet panties. her grabs my hips, moving my body in rhythm with hers. i cry against her neck, a mix of betrayal and pleasure. she makes me cum like that, the two of us ruining my fav panties.
she finally pulls back, kissing my face and i kiss her back eagerly, desperate for any comfort. but her fingers trail down my body again, pushing my panties to the side.
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I’d posted this on my old account, but can’t find it to reblog anyplace so I’m reposting uwu
When I find out his frat brothers expelled him from the fraternity and kicked him out of the house for being gay, the very first thing I ask is “Where are you?”
He tells me, and of course I say I’m already on my way, even though we live in different cities, even though it’s a long drive, even though I have work in the morning. I’d go to hell and back for my son — driving a few hours to some cheap motel in a college town is nothing.
He never came out to me in so many words, but he didn’t need to. I saw how he looked at his friends, at guys on TV, the way he didn’t look at girls, the way he looked at me sometimes — that one surprised me a bit, but I figured he’d outgrow it once he met someone his own age, y’know? Curiosity and hormones and all the rest of it, everyone has questionable fantasies when they’re teenage boys.
When I finally get to the motel, it’s well after midnight, and the air is bitter cold, and the wind is picking up. He’d texted me the room number, so I immediately go up the open stairs to the second floor of the motel, fingers almost sticking to the frigid metal rails, and knock on his door.
He opens the door, and I see him standing there, eyes red from crying, hair a mess, and shoulders slunk down while he looks up at me with wet eyes. I pull him into a tight hug, my arms wrapped completely around him, and he starts crying into my shoulder. The door is still open and the air is still cold, but he’s warm and I’m warm and I’d stand like until my ears frosted over if that’s what my boy needed.
“I’m sorry, dad.” His voice is muffled into my shoulder and I just hug him tighter, then hold his face in my hands.
“You’ve got nothin’ to be sorry for. Those asshole in the frat are the ones who oughta be sorry.”
“But you drove all this way and this isn’t how I wanted to come out to you.”
I chuckle, then lean back and cup his face in my hands. “Son, I’d drive a million miles for you. And you didn’t have to come out. I already knew.”
He scrunches his eyebrows at me. “You did?”
I nod. “I might not’ve known if you weren’t my son, but I know you better than anyone.”
“Yeah, I guess you do.” He sniffles then lets out a quiet laugh. “And I guess I never made too much effort to hide it, either.”
I hug him again, and then push us both inside, closing and locking the door behind us, keeping out the cold air. I sit him down on the bed and fill one of the flimsy plastic cups with tap water and hand it to him. “Gotta stay hydrated while you’re cryin’, big guy.”
He laughs and drinks the water then lays down on the bed and curls up a little. “I didn’t know they were hateful like that,” he finally says.
“Ain’t your fault.” I sit next to him and stroke his hair. “You trusted them, and they broke that trust. That’s on them.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
He yawns, and I can see the dark circles under his eyes.
“How about we get some sleep, huh champ?” I squeeze his shoulder.
“Sounds good, dad. Thank you for coming. I would’ve been really lonely without you.”
“You never have to be lonely, not while I’m still here. You know that right?”
“I know dad.”
I kick off my shoes and pull off my clothes down to my boxers, then slide under the too-thin motel blankets on the second too-firm motel bed in the room. My son takes off his clothes too, but he’s wearing snug briefs that stretch tight across his ass. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t ever noticed before, how perky and firm it was. He’s a good-lookin’ kid, just like his dad. But I just brush it aside, like always. He settles in, then I turn out the light. There’s a few minutes of silence, only the sound of the wind howling outside.
“Hey dad?” He shuffles around a bit.
“What’s up?”
“Can I, um . . . This is embarrassing to ask, but can I sleep in your bed with you? I’m still anxious.”
My heart melts, and you can hear it in my voice when I say “Of course you can, bub.”
I throw back the blanket and he hops over, snuggling in right next to me, his hands tucked between my body and his, and his cheek pressed against my hairy chest. I wrap my arms around him and kiss his forehead.
“You’re really warm dad,” he mumbles into my chest.
I laugh. “You’ll wanna kick me out of bed in no time, I’ll overheat you!”
He shakes his head. “I’d never kick you out.”
We just laid there for a moment, then he said: “My frat President walked in on me with a guy. He freaked out, I thought he was gonna hurt me. Didn’t even give me time to get my things before he shoved me out the door and told me to find somewhere else to live. All the other guys saw and they didn’t do anything.”
I hug him tighter. “He can’t hurt you now, son. Dad’s here, and I’m gonna take care of you. That’s a promise.”
My son mumbles and nods his head. I can feel his heart still beating a touch too fast for being laid down, so I start to rub his back while we snuggle.
“So was the guy your boyfriend?” I ask, just giving my boy something to think about other than, well, everything.
He shifts then shakes his head. “No. It was just some guy from Grindr.”
I chuckle and then ruffle his hair. “Guess you wouldn’t have any shortage of fit college guys around here.”
My son takes in a sharp breath, then breathes out slow. “It . . . It wasn’t another college guy, dad. He was . . . Older.”
I tilt my head, curious.
“How much older?”
“I don’t know,” he answers too fast, and I know he’s lying.
“If you don’t wanna talk about it we don’t have to, but I know when you’re not telling the truth.”
He makes a noise that’s somewhere between a whimper and a mewl. “I’m sorry, dad.”
“Don’t be sorry. Just be honest if you don’t wanna talk about something.”
He nods his head, tickling his face and stubble against my chest hair. “It was just a one-time thing. I didn’t even know his name. Just that he was available and about your age.”
He tenses up. I don’t think he meant to word the last part that way, but it came out how it came out.
“Okay,” I say carefully. I know I shouldn’t entertain the thought. I know I shouldn’t try and dig deeper there. I know I shouldn’t encourage it.
But I do.
“My age, huh?”
My son barely squeaks out a “yes” and buries his face in my chest, saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” over and over with his face pressed up against me.
“I didn’t know you liked older men.”
He’s a bit confused that I’m not angry. Poor boy, still scared — and I feel a twinge of guilt that he doubted for even one second that I wouldn’t hurt him or turn him out.
“I, uh . . . Yeah, I do.”
“Have you always liked ‘em older?”
“Yeah. Ever since I was a kid.”
I turn that over in my brain for a minute, then say: “I thought you liked that one friend of yours, oh what was his name . . . Brian? Bryce?”
“It was Bryce, yeah. And I was just trying to distract myself from who I really liked. Who my real first crush was.”
“Who was your first crush, son?”
He freezes and I feel his heart sputter like a cold engine. “Just, some guy, y’know.”
“I’m not sure I do.”
He buries his face deeper in my chest, then shakes his head. “Never mind, dad.”
I grab his cheek in my palms and turn his face to look directly at me.
“Nothing you ever say or feel will make me love you less or make me treat you differently. That’s a promise, son.”
He looks up at me like a deer in headlights. He’s so handsome. I know I shouldn’t feel like this, but I do. “Now lemme try this again . . . Who was your first crush?”
I think I already know the answer. I hope I know the answer and that I’m not totally off base.
“My first crush was . . . Well, still my crush. But, uh . . . It was you, dad. It’s always been you.”
There it is.
I had wondered if it was true, or if I was just being a dirty old man thinking things about his gay son that no dad should ever think. But it’s true. My son has a crush on me. My heart starts pumping faster, and I can feel the blood rushing to my dick and giving me a chub.
“I love you son. Nothing will ever ever change that. Do you understand me? Nothing.”
He wiggles his arms out from between us and wraps them around me tight, like he’s clinging to a lifeboat in the middle of a storm.
“I love you too dad. So much.”
I kiss his forehead and run my fingers through his hair. “How long have you felt this way?”
He shrugs as much as he can with his arms around my torso. “I dunno. I think I always have. But I knew for sure when we did that father-son summer camp thing together.”
I chuckle and shake my head. That makes sense. “I wondered why you were acting so weird in the showers!”
“I’d never been in open showers before! And I’d never seen you . . . Like that before.”
I look down at him buried in my chest. He’s such a sweet, handsome boy. And I’m the luckiest dad in the whole damn world knowing he loves me. I knew I shouldn’t. But I rub my hands along his back and whisper: “Like what, son?”
I can feel his face flush hot on my chest.
“Daaaaddddd,” he whines.
I tilt his chin up so his eyes meet mine. “Tell me. I wanna hear you say it.”
He gulps hard, then nods his head. “Naked. I’d never seen you naked before.”
I mutter good boyyyy in his ear and hug him tight. I can feel his bulge hardening against me, and he tries to scooch back but I grab his hips to keep him from moving. His heart is pounding now.
“You liked that, huh? Seeing your dad all wet and naked?”
He gasps quietly when I say it. “Dad, what are you . . .”
I grab his chin and kiss him on the mouth, feeling him shiver when my lips touch his.
“Can I tell you a secret too, son?”
He looks up at me wide-eyed and just nods. I cup his face in my hands and say: “I feel the same way about you.”
I feel his pulse quicken. “You do, dad?” He asks, a quiet desperation in his voice. “Are you serious?”
I just kiss him again, deeper, sliding tongue against his. He tries to shuffle back again but I grab his ass and tug him tight against me, feeling his stiff dick pressing against my stomach.
“Daaaaddddd,“ he whines again, throbbing through his underwear onto my belly. I grab his hand and push it into my boxers so he can feel how hard I am for him. I moan when he squeezes my dick, and I can feel him twitch in response.
“Do you wanna see it, big guy?” I ask, holding his face in my hands. His eye go wide and he just shakes his head up and down eager, biting his lips and giving me those puppy-dog eyes again. I pull the blankets back and I’m rock hard pressing against my boxers. I hook my thumbs under the waistband and tug down, letting my cock jump free. I swear I can see his pupils dilate.
“Oh my god dad, it’s so big.”
“Yeah, your ol’ man here —“ Before I can finish my sentence he shoves me onto my back and jumps on top of me, lines himself up and then slides my cock balls-deep in his pussy in one quick movement. I let out a load, guttural groan and grab his hips so I can feel every movement he makes for me.
“Oh fuck, son,” I growl. “You really oughta ease yourself—“
He kisses me, cutting me off, still pumping his hips along my length. “Not tonight, dad. Not with you.”
He presses his hands against my chest gripping tight, my chest hair between his fingers. He starts rolling his hips, his eyes going wide when my cock hits that spot he’s looking for. He starts bucking on me, hitting that spot over and over, letting out obscene little noises that I didn’t even know he could make.
Goddamn, this boy sure is a sight to see. Handsome and hairy like his dad, muscle and sinew twisting and contracting and stretching with every move he makes, his face somewhere between a smile and a grimace, his little pink tongue barely hanging out from between his lips.
“Fuck son,” I groan, my cock throbbing inside of him. “You wanted this so bad for so long, didn’t you? You wanted your dad bricked up and stretching you out like this.”
He sobs a pained yes, and keeps fucking himself on my cock. “I wanted this so much, dad. I wanted you more than anything.”
I reach up and gently grab his chin, making him look at me. “I have too, son. I’ve dreamed about this too.”
He never breaks eye contact, but sobs out another “Fuck, dad.” I can see the sweat starting to bead on his forehead. If he’s anything like his old man, that means one thing.
“You’re getting close, aren’t you.” I say. It’s not a question.
He scrunches his eyebrows together and nods quickly, mewling from behind closed lips. He presses his hands against my bare chest I feel him clench around me.
“Let it go, son. Don’t hold back, okay? Just make yourself feel good.” I run my hands up and down the tense muscle of his thighs, never breaking eye contact with him.
“Okay, dad.” He cries, his eyes watering and his abs tightening and stretching over and over as he rocks his hips against me.
Sweat starts rolling down his face, and I know he’s right on the edge; and I want my boy to let himself free-fall over that edge right into my arms.
I grab his chin again firmly, and make him look at me again. “I love you, son. I love you so fucking much.”
He makes a noise that’s somewhere between a whimper and a wail, and stares straight into my eyes. “I love you too, dad.”
I feel him start to tense up around me, see his face start to flush, hear his breath getting quick. “I love you dad,” he says again and again and again. “Dad, dad I love you. I love you dad!”
I see the entire world break open in his eyes, his mouth dropping open, one long howl coming from deep in his chest while he clenches around me. He’s shivering and sweating and every muscle in his body tenses up when he cums, still pumping his hips trying to fuck as much pleasure out of me as he can. Seeing him like that sends me over the edge too. “Oh fuck son, you’re gonna make me cum too. Oh my god, buddy, fuck, that’s it, fuuuuck I love you son! I love you—“
And then I’m falling too, every nerve crackling and every inch of my skin on fire, throbbing inside him and bucking my hips with every spurt of cum I’m pumping into my boy.
We both ride it as long as we can, and then he collapses on me, completely limp, gasping for breath with his lips against my neck and my arms tight around his body.
We lay there catching our breath, both of us sweaty and wet and spent. He nuzzles against my neck and chest, whimpering and quietly laughing. “Thanks, dad. For that. And for being here tonight. For being you.“
I chuckle and hug him tight, kissing his cheek, letting my hand rest on the small of his back, my fingers tracing over the dimples and small patch of hair.
“There’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be, son.” I nibble at his neck and he giggles. “You know that.”
“Yeah,” he says, looking into my eyes. “I know.”
Before I can figure out what else to say, he’s asleep, my son stretched out between my legs with his head on my chest.
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