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Better With Brandon

When my son Brandon came out, I never imagined we’d fuck. And it was even wilder to think that this young man would be the one to fuck me. But here we are.

It happened on a normal Sunday afternoon, the two of us on the couch watching football. We were relaxed, comfortable.

I had no problem with him commenting on the players as much as the plays. He had told me he was gay years ago, which didn’t surprise me at all. I even confided in him that I’d played around with some dudes in the year before I met his mother. I mean, anyone should be able to appreciate a pretty face, regardless of the anatomy attached to it.

So Brandon and I were sprawled on the couch, post-gym, in sweatpants and T-shirts, beers cracked open, with nowhere else to be.

I reached for my beer just as Brandon started shouting wildly about a play. His shout made me look up, and I immediately wished I hadn’t. The quick sharpness of the move triggered something in neck, and I sat back into the couch with a groan.

“Ahhh, fuck.”

“What’s wrong, Dad? Your neck?”

“Yeah, that’s where it hurts. But the problem is my traps. They’re tight as fuck and pulling on everything. Happens whenever I do those weighted dips.”

Brandon stretched his arm behind me and grabbed the meat to the side of my neck. He dug into my trap and squeezed, trying to break things up.

“You gotta take it easy, old man. Go lighter when you do that shit if you refuse to fix your form.”

“Fuck you.”

“Doss this help?”

“Yeah, it does.”

I should probably schedule a real massage sometime. Deep tissue or maybe some trigger point work. But this helped in the meantime.

Brandon worked one side and then did the other.

“Better?”

“Yeah,” I turned to face him. “Better. Thanks.”

He looked at me, real serious, and then leaned in slowly.

And just like that we were kissing. Not too long, but real slow and soft. Sensual. I got a funny feeling that ran throughout my body.

When the kiss stopped, we both pulled back a little. Not too far.

“What was that for?” I asked.

“Looked like you needed it.”

“But—“

He leaned in and kissed me again, stopping my words. But you’re my son, I said in my head.

Brandon didn’t seem to care. He kept on kissing.

After a minute, I didn’t care either. It felt really nice, even though it was unexpected, and definitely strange, and probably a very bad idea.

Brandon still had his arm around my shoulder and he pulled me in close. He dropped a hand down onto my chest and let it rest on my pecs. He rubbed a little bit and then he squeezed it while he kissed me. He pinched my nipple.

“You got your chest super activated today,” he whispered. “Feels nice.”

What felt nice was his hand on my tit. He was squeezing it again, and giving me another slow, wet kiss.

Things went from there. His hands roamed my chest, my shirt came off, then his. I ran my fingers over his smooth skin while he stroked the patch of fur between my pecs.

And then he dropped his head into my lap.

Brandon yanked my sweatpants down and nuzzled me, his warm breath going through my cotton briefs. Just as things got plenty damp, he pulled them down completely and took me into his mouth.

Good God.

A slow, wet blowjob is a thing of beauty on any occasion, but it’s something else, totally wild, when it’s coupled with the thought that this is my son. This is my son on his father’s cock.

My head told me I should be uncomfortable with this, and stop it probably. But the sensation of that expert blow job overrode everything else.

Brandon pushed me down onto the couch, shifting me sideways and laying me on my back. He lifted my legs and put his head between my thighs. He tongued my balls, stroked my cock, sucked the head with his hand wrapped around my shaft at the base.

I moaned.

He pushed my legs up higher and tongued a line from my balls down to my taint, going slow and lapping long, wet lines along that ridge of nerve endings before he came to rest at my hole. His tongue swirled there for an eternity.

My hole.

I had never thought about it. It was just a place to shit. A sweaty region with too much hair.

But not to Brandon. He pulled my cheeks to the sides and ate my hole like it was a fresh, pink pussy.

I lay writhing on my back, legs in the air, while my young jock son showed me that guys could get eaten too.

If I wasn’t so naive I would have recognized this as prep. But I totally didn’t. Not really. It was a surprise when he laid his cockhead at my hole and started pushing in.

Jesus! My body winced and I snapped shut like a clam. I screwed my eyes up tight; they were wet at the edges.

“Relax, Dad. It’s gonna feel good.”

He stayed there. He was insistent. He took my cock in his hand and stroked me while he kept his cock at my pucker with constant, steady pressure until I relaxed enough to open up and start accepting him in.

I’d never had anyone inside me. Never anyone, anytime—except now, Brandon. Except my son.

He was patient but persistent, and he worked his cock slowly into me until I felt his balls touch the back of my thighs. He leaned down to kiss me and he stayed there, just like that, letting my body adjust to him.

Then he started to fuck.

He locked his eyes with mine, and he watched everything play out across my face. He was watching what he provoked, as my boy thrust his cock into his dad, going slow and smooth, with a mix of affection and the kind of goal orientation I had instilled in him from a young age.

I’d meant that goal orientation for school, for sports, for his career. But now he used that skill to take what he wanted. And it happened to be me.

My body was electrified. There were flashes of heat, waves that undulated through me, and panting little gasps that escaped when he sunk it deep and pushed against my prostate.

Brandon smiled when I came. I was firing off before I even realized it was happening. I sprayed a bunch of crazy splotches onto his smooth chest.

He laughed and kept pumping.

“Can you take a little more? I’m close.”

I nodded and watched him rut. Saw his face screw up tight as he tried to hold himself back for just a little bit longer. But he couldn’t. Fairly quickly he blasted into me, flooding his dad.

It took a few minutes for our bodies to calm down. Brandon stayed inside me, moving slowly and sliding his cock tenderly along that slicked up chute while we kissed and waited for our breathing to return to normal.

When it did, he pulled out his softening dick and sat up on the couch, pulling me under his arm. He laid my head on his sticky chest and stroked my hair while he drank his beer and we finished watching the game.

It was weird and wonderful and ill advised, and I was sure it would never happen again.

But again, I was wrong.

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Better With Brandon - Part 2

I honestly thought nothing would happen again between me and Brandon after that crazy fuck on the couch. When it was over and our skin cooled down, we put on our clothes and went back to watching the game. He didn’t say anything about it and neither did I.

By the next morning, it almost felt like it had never really happened. It was hazy and remote, like a strange, distant dream. I chalked the whole thing up to some kind of weird moment that comes out of the blue—one of those weird flashes of pheromones and chemistry that ignites in an instant and burns out just as fast.

But less than 24 hours later, Brandon came up from behind as I was bent over unloading the dishwasher. He put his hands on my hips and started pressing his crotch into my backside.

“Mmmm,” he murmured.

He leaned down and laid his chest across my back.

“Sorry, but it looked so good,” he whispered into my neck. “I had to touch. And feel. Maybe we should repeat what we did yesterday.”

I don’t know what I said in response. Probably none of the things a wiser man would have said. Because within minutes, Brandon had my pants at my ankles and he was dragging his cock back and forth between my cheeks. His flared cockhead scraped my hole. Then two quick pumps of Ivory Liquid from the dispenser on the counter and he was inside me.

It was quicker and easier this time. Smooth, like it was practiced and natural. It’s crazy to say that, because I was still wigged out by the reality of bending over for my son. But he was a carefree jock who didn’t stop to think about any of that. He just fucked and kissed and went on with his life. And because it felt good—really good, despite the whole thing being so unexpected—I went on with it too.

After that it became something very regular, almost something unremarkable that we’d do—without either of us really talking about it. We just carried on with our normal lives. Me, the middle aged single dad, working 9-5 and offering his newly adult son a place for the summer. And Brandon, the fresh grad working full-time for the first time and crashing with me until he saved enough for his own place. That banal dynamic persisted.

But then there would be a change in the lighting, or a pause in the show we were watching, and I’d catch Brandon’s eyes on me. They’d have this look, deep and romantic. And just like that we’d start kissing. And the kissing would lead to fucking, which would lead us back to kissing…. It was a tight circle of activity and it could spiral for quite a while.

I should be clear that “us fucking” meant Brandon fucking me.

I did try to go after him one time. We were naked and rolling around, and I grabbed him by the hips, pulling his buns to my crotch and tapping my cock against his hole.

He swatted my hand away.

“Sorry,” I said to him. “I thought we might switch it up this time.”

“Yeah,” he said, grabbing my wrists and then flipping me over onto my back. He poked his cock between my thighs. “But this is working just fine as it is. Isn’t it, Dad?”

Brandon said it in a steady, certain voice.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” I replied.

“Good.”

Brandon pulled my legs up onto his chest and pressed his fingers to my pucker, testing. Then he spit on his dick and pushed it in.

“Because I think this is great.”

“Yeah, me too,” I agreed.

It wasn’t a lie. I hadn’t felt like this in years.

***

I first thought the change between us was just sex, but of course there was more to it than that. We fucked regularly, and we kissed throughout it all. Deeply. Hungrily. Tenderly. That combo couldn’t help but change things.

First the kissing and touching spilled over into everyday life. It became routine for Brandon to grab me by the hip, or pat my behind, or give me a long, slow kiss—all in the middle of the day, disconnected from sex and for no reason at all. These actions were no longer reserved for foreplay; they had become everyday affection.

I have to say, I enjoyed it. I hadn’t done much dating since Brandon’s mother and I split, and it felt good to have someone paying that kind of attention to me. Someone noticing when I looked good in a shirt and encouraging me to change into a better one if I didn’t.

“The black shirt you wore yesterday looked much better on you,” he might remark. I’d go check in the bedroom mirror and realize Brandon was right.

We started hanging out together, and not only around the house.

“Where should we go this weekend?” I’d ask. “I can make plans, get us some reservations.”

Brandon always had ideas, and I enjoyed executing on them.

And sometimes we’d hang out with others. I liked how comfortable everyone was around Brandon. They had first met him as child, but everyone spoke to him differently now. They recognized him as an adult in his own right.

“Brandon, can the two of you come help with the fundraiser on the 5th? Starts early.”

“No problem,” Brandon said with easy confidence. “I’ll make sure this one”—he jabbed me with his elbow—is up and moving by 6:00. You can count on us.”

I liked that he was grounded, mature. He was growing into a fine young man. And that helped lighten the load around the house. He wasn’t a wastrel son to support like some of my friends had. If anything, Brandon supported me as much as I supported him. We just did it in different ways.

I cooked most of the meals because I had more experience in the kitchen. And I loved that any time I asked him “What do you want for dinner?” Brandon always had a new challenge for me.

I shared my login with him and Brandon starting handling the bank account, the bill pays, my investments. He had been an Econ major, he was interested in finance, and he was working as a junior associate in a financial firm.

So it was complementary. Everything even and balanced in its own way.

I suppose it was about making things even when Brandon emptied half the drawers in the my bedroom and moved his stuff in. We had been sleeping together most nights, and it was awkward for him to continually run across the hall to his childhood room, with its narrow dresser and tiny single bed.

I was OK with my stuff being crammed into a smaller space; I didn’t mind the congestion. I was due to go through everything and thin stuff out anyway. I guess it was a welcome prompt.

But he did take my side of the bed. Without asking. The one I’d slept on for years and years.

Apparently it was his preferred side too.

After sex we’d pull apart and he’d roll me to one side and him to the other. He’d turn his head to kiss me again once before he fell asleep, snoring, on what had been my side of the bed.

But relationships entail compromise and they bring change, right? So this was to be expected.

“I mean, this is getting to be kind of like a relationship, right?” I asked Brandon one day.

I don’t know why I said it. I guess I was just feeling a little fragile in that moment.

“Like?” he asked. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me in close. “No. This is totally a relationship. The best there could be.”

I kissed him back, relieved. Then I wondered for an instant when my peace of mind had gotten so caught up in Brandon and what he thought.

“Why do you even worry, Dad?”

He placed a finger on my lips as if to shush me, then he leaned in, removing his finger at the last second and replacing it with his lips.

“Do you need some extra lovin’ tonight?” Brandon’s hands glided over the curve of my ass cheeks. “I can give you what you need.”

I nodded.

“Don’t worry, Dad,” Brandon said, catching my chin with his fingers. “I love you so much. You’ll always be my best boy.”

I nodded again.

His smile arched into a smirk.

“Now get back on that bed. On your back, legs up. Get nice and open for me.”

My son fucked me until I forgot my fears, until there was nothing left but my whimpering into the pillow.

***

And without my even intending it, Brandon and I were together. We didn’t directly tell anyone, but they could see it. And they saw it well enough to know how it all worked.

When the doorbell rang, Brandon asked, “You ready, Dad?”

I nodded and he stopped to straighten my collar.

“Don’t be nervous, you look great.”

Some of Brandon’s friends were coming to dinner, along with a few of mine. We usually saw everyone separately but the time had come to meld our friend groups.

During their arrivals, Brandon changed the music.

The first playlist had been mine—old jazz standards playing through the speakers while I finished the risotto. At some point Brandon wandered through the kitchen, kissed the side of my head, and quietly changed it to something more upbeat and modern.

Nobody objected. Including me.

The apartment filled gradually. Michael and his husband arrived first, carrying wine. Allison and Stu from Brandon’s office. Then Greg and David, friends I’d known for nearly twenty years.

At 46, I was the oldest person in the room. Most of the gray hair belonged to my friends. Most of the energy belonged to Brandon.

He stood near the island talking to Allison, one hand wrapped around a beer bottle, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Every few minutes someone interrupted him with a question.

Where were the extra glasses?

What was in these appetizers?

Had he seen the game last weekend?

People treated him as the host. Even though we both were. Even though it was my house. Even though most of the guests had known me for years.

None of that mattered.

“Need anything?” I asked Brandon as I carried plates into the dining room.

Brandon looked up.

“Yeah. Can you go open the wine that’s meant for dinner? It should breathe a little.”

I smiled. “Sure.”

He gave me a little pat and went back to laughing with my friends. Telling a story about something funny I’d done a few days ago.

Half an hour later everyone was seated around the table.

I had spent most of the afternoon cooking. Brandon grabbed a knife and carved the roast.

Conversation moved from work gossip to politics to vacation plans.

At one point Greg leaned back in his chair and pointed his wine glass toward us.

“Oh, that reminds me.”

He turned to Brandon.

“Are you guys around Labor Day weekend?”

Brandon swallowed the rest of Cabernet and gestured at me to refill his glass.

“Maybe. Why?”

“We rented a house up in Sonoma. Couple of days. Pool, wineries, all of that.”

“Sounds fun.”

“You guys should come.”

I waited for Greg to turn toward me and get my take.

He continued talking to Brandon.

“We’ve got plenty of room. It would be great to have the two of you there.”

Brandon smiled.

“Sounds like fun. I’ll check the calendar.”

I opened my mouth to chime in and then closed it. Brandon hadn’t committed us, and maybe he had a reason for that. I’d ask him later.

The conversation moved on.

Ten minutes later Brandon reached across the table and stole the last

roasted potato from my plate.

I gave him a look.

He shrugged.

“You weren’t eating it.”

“That’s not the point.”

“It absolutely is.”

Everyone laughed.

“OK, OK, I’m not going to fight you over a potato.”

“Because you know I’ll win.”

More laughter.

I blushed. I felt a twinge of embarrassment but also a strange kind of pride.

After dessert, everyone drifted back into the living room. Brandon opened another bottle of wine and topped people off.

I was carrying plates back into the kitchen when I overheard Greg speaking quietly with Brandon near the bookshelf.

“He’s different around you,” Greg was saying, “Lighter. Happier.”

“Yeah. The divorce was hard on him, even a couple of years later. But I think we’re figuring things out now. He’s finally moving on.”

“You’re good for him, Brandon.”

“We’re good for each other,” Brandon said, looking over Greg’s shoulder and giving me a grin. “That’s how it’s supposed to be.”

I blushed again. I felt warm and content.

“Well, it’s nice to see it,” Greg responded.

Later, after the guests had gone and I washed up the pots and pans, Brandon came up behind me and slipped his hands around my waist.

“You did great tonight, Dad. The food was excellent and everyone had a great time.”

“Thanks to you. You kept everyone happy and drunk and laughing.”

He spun me around to face him.

“Yeah. We both have our roles. And we play them well. I appreciate that.”

He leaned in to nuzzle my neck. I wondered when my son had gotten so wise and confident.

But I didn’t stop to wonder why I needed that. I simply knew it was true.

Brandon kissed a little trail down my neck and started opening buttons. I shivered.

“You can leave the dishes,” he whispered hoarsely. “They can wait. I can’t.”

I nodded and let him pull me across the room, where he sat on a kitchen chair and pulled me into his lap. He pulled the shirt from my body and kissed the exposed skin, tenderly and with purpose. I could feel him swell down below.

I kissed back while my clumsy fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons. Eventually he took over, got his shirt off, and pressed our bare torsos together.

“You don’t think I’m too old for you?” I whispered.

“Old man, you are just right.”

He winked and I slid off the chair, came to my knees, opened his pants, and took him into my mouth.

Brandon’s dick was hard, in the way that a 22 year old is instantly ready for anything. Even so, I felt it swell bigger in my mouth, testing the limits of my throat.

“Keep going, Dad. Stay with me. I know you can take it all.”

I nodded and gulped him down deeper, inhaling the musky odor of his pubes.

He let me suck him until he was leaking like an old pipe about to burst. Then he pulled me up to standing, dropped my pants, and pushed me down over the back of the chair.

I gripped with my hands as his tongue dipped and dived between my cheeks, finding its way around my rosebud. It opened easily to him now; he had made me into the kind of eager bottom I had never expected to be.

I sighed with relief when he sunk his shaft into me. This is how I felt most alive now: speared on my son’s young, steel-hard dick.

He began to move. Hands on my hips, controlling my body and the rate of entry. Plunging in and pushing against my prostate in a steady rhythm.

Suddenly I flashed on a moment from earlier in the night. It rose up over my bliss and forced me to speak.

“Brandon.”

“Mmmhmmm.”

He didn’t stop his thrusts.

“Why didn’t you say yes to Sonoma?”

“I wanted to make sure it’s what you wanted for Labor Day weekend too.”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes.”

“Then it’s what I want too.”

“Good.”

His thrusts got harder.

“Kind of hot that Greg didn’t even ask me.”

“I noticed that.”

He fucked harder.

“They all know.”

“Know what?”

Brandon was panting. A bead of sweat rolled off his pec and splashed onto my back.

“That I belong to you.”

Brandon grunted and fucked hard, like an animal, I pushed back more.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it, Dad?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

His dick had swollen to an impossible girth, fully plugging my hole.

“You got it, babe.”

He leaned his sweaty chest onto my back and bit the side of my neck as his cock started pulsing, spilling his load into me. It was so warm.

“You’re mine,” he whispered. “Always and forever.”

I thought back to that strange moment months ago when we simply watching the game and Brandon leaned in to plant on a kiss on me.

My boy knew just what I needed. And he made it happen.

I knew I would follow his lead. Always and forever.

END

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His teenage daughter was standing in front of him with her panties down and her pussy shaved bald.

“Uh, babygirl, you… you need to pull your panties up… uhh, before your mother walks in and sees you standing in front of your Daddy like that.”

He kept looking over his shoulder toward the kitchen, expecting any moment for his wife to come in and think the worst.

“Don’t worry, Daddy, Mom’s out shopping with the ladies from church and won’t be back till this evening.”

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes unable to stay away from the sight of his babygirl’s little hairless pussy.

“Please, Daddy, tell me… does it look funny without hair on it?”

“Uh… babygirl… you, you really shouldn’t be showing Daddy your pus… uh, I mean your vagina.”

“Why not, Daddy? It’s not like I can ask anyone else, besides I trust you.”

It was so wrong to keep starring at her little pussy. It was making his mouth water. It was just so pretty. He bet it tasted soooo good.

God damn, his cock was throbbing.

“Because, babygirl, I… I might be your Daddy, but I’m still a man and your to old to be showing me your little vagina. Now pull your panties up.”

“Just tell me, Daddy, and then I’ll pull them up and go away,” she whined.

His breathing grew rough. He swore he could smell her little pussy. He licked his lips and wished he was licking her. He shifted in his seat again, groaning as his cock rubbed against the ridge of his jeans.

“It looks fine, babygirl,” he all but growled at her. “Now, pull your panties up and leave Daddy alone.”

“Fine? I was hoping it made it look pretty, Daddy,” she said, reaching down between her legs and rubbing at the lips, spreading them apart just enough for him to see her little clit.

His jeans were going to strangle his cock he was swelling so much inside them.

“Baby, don’t make Daddy do something he’ll regret,” he said, unable to stop his hand from rubbing over his bulging cock behind his fly as his eyes were locked on his daughter’s sweet little pussy.

He watched her index finger slip between the lips and rub over her clit, seeming to match the way he was rubbing his hand over his crotch. His mind was slipping over that line more and more. Good Daddy/Bad Daddy. When he pulled his zipper down and took out of his cock and balls, he knew that Bad Daddy had won.

His little girl gasped at the sight of his cock and he couldn’t help but laugh softly at her shocked first looked at his meat.

“Babygirl, see what your pretty little pussy has done to Daddy,” he said to her, bucking his hips as he stroked himself in front of his daughter.

“You’ve made Daddy’s cock very big and very, very hard for your pretty little pussy.”

His daughter was no longer touching her pussy. She was dumbfounded. Her lips were parted and her eyes locked up on his cock, watching him slowly, ever so slowly stroking his cock.

“Lets get you out of these little panties, babygirl, no use in keeping them on since Daddy has seen your bald little pussy, now is there.”

She didn’t seem to notice as he easily slid them down her legs and without even asking her to she stepped out of them.

“Come sit in Daddy’s lap, babygirl,” he said as he took her hand and pulled her toward him. With hands on her hips, he guided her down, pressing her pussy against the underside of his shaft.

“Oh, sweetie, your pussy, mmmm, that pretty, bald little pussy feels so good against Daddy’s cock.”

“Daddy,” she whimpered, looking down between them. He caressed her hips and slowly moved until he had her ass in his hands. Carefully, he move her against his shaft, rubbing her little pussy against his cock.

“Oooohhh, Daddy,” she let out with a shuttered breath.

“You like that, babygirl, you like having your bald little pussy rubbed on Daddy’s cock?” he asked, his own voice getting raspy as he watched her sliding against his shaft.

“Yyyyess, Daddy,” her voice shook as she trembled. He gripped her ass tighter, moving her up and down his whole shaft, spreading her little cunt lips wide apart and getting her clit stimulated and teased.

“Daddy… Daddy wants to make you cum, babygirl,” he grunted as her little pussy rubbed against the head of his cock.

“Has my babygirl ever had an orgasm before?” he asked, moving her faster as her little pussy spread juices on his shaft.

He looked up to find that she had her head thrown back and her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Her hand was upon her own small breast squeezing hard and he knew right then, without her answering, that his little girl knew how to pleasure herself enough to have had an orgasm.

“Cum for Daddy, babygirl… Mm, make that pretty little pussy cum on Daddy’s cock,” he growled at her, his eyes looking back and forth between her face and her little cunt. Then he felt the her stiffen within his grip and he ground her harder against his shaft, groaning as her moaning cry pierced the room.

“Daddyyyyy!”

He didn’t wait for her to come down. He wanted to mix the pleasure of her orgasm with the taking her virginity, hoping that it would lessen the pain of the experience. He lifted her and worked his cock to her little hole and pulled her down.

“Uggghhhh… Daddddyyyyy!”

He held on tight, one arm around her waist and the other around her shoulder holding her down on his cock as she tried to lift off him.

“No, no babygirl, hold still… oh god, so tight… your little pussy is so tight.” He groaned into her neck as he tried to keep her still in his lap, all the while her little pussy was clenching around his cock, part orgasm and part pain making her caress him inside her.

“Daddy… take it out… take it out, please…. Daddy it hurts.”

“Daddy will make it better… so much better,” he whispered,“ reaching between them and finding her clit. Gently he caressed her. Teased it and felt it start to grow beneath his touch and her hips start to slide her pussy on his cock.

“That’s it, babygirl… slowly, slide on Daddy’s cock slowly.” He kissed her neck over and over as he continued to play with her clit, moaning as she took deeper strokes on his cock.

“Can you feel it, babygirl… Feel how much Daddy loves your hairless little pussy,” he asked her, gently pumping his hips to meet her downward stoke, smiling as she gasped when he slid deeper inside her.

She groaned and he felt the vibrations all the way in his cock as she fucked him harder. Her little pussy was getting tighter and wetter, he knew she was getting ready to cum on his cock. He rubbed on her hot, swollen clit faster, moaning as her sheath squeezed around him faster.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.” She groaned faster and faster, getting louder as her little cunt grew tighter than his fist ever could on his cock. Then his babygirl’s little body ground down on his cock as she came, coating his cock and balls with hot cream as she jerked her hips with each wave of her orgasm.

“Mm, make Daddy throb… little cunt so tight… fuck Daddy,” he moaned, holding her tight and pumping his throbbing cock up into her sucking hole. He growled and rammed his cock faster and faster into her bald little cunt, balls slapping at her wet, cream coated skin.

“Daddy!” She screamed, his grip digging in hard on her hips as he plowed his cock, pulling her down faster and faster until he exploded inside her little cunt.

“Fucccck yes… little hairless cunt… suck Daddy dry,” he grunted, pulling her up and down on his cock with each spurt of his hot cum.

She lay on top of him, both of them gasping and sweating. Cock cream and cunt juice leaking out around his trapped cock and unto his jeans, soaking him.

He rubbed his hands over her back, hugging her close. He grunted as her pussy hugged his cock.

“Are you okay, babygirl?” he asked, his hands trailing down over her tight little ass, pulling her against his crotch, trying to keep his softening cock inside her small hole as long as he could.

“Uh huh, I’m okay, Daddy,” she murmured, snuggling close against his chest.

“Now that I’ve had that bald little pussy on my cock, babygirl, Daddy’s gonna wanna fuck you every chance I get,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head.

“Really, you like my little pussy that much?” she lifted her head, looking surprised and excited.

“Daddy loves your pretty little pussy,” he leaned down and kissed her slowly, licking at her lips. He carefully pulled out of her pussy, missing her wet warmth.

“Now, lets go upstairs and take a bath before your mother comes home, Daddy made a big mess of that pretty little pussy.” He laughed as she ran off giggling, her little ass giving his cock a jolt.

But things changed the night before her first day at a new school. She slept fitfully that night, and kept squirming in her sleep, rubbing up against her daddy's dick. He tried to shift away from her but every time he moved she'd start to wake up and cry, and he couldn't bear it. And he knew she'd have an easier time tomorrow if she was well rested. He really didn't want to wake her up. So he tried to be a good dad and ignore how good it felt. He told himself he shouldn't be feeling that way. And then he got hard, and he was stuck. No way was he going to move now, and risk his kid waking up to her dad's hard cock rubbing against her. He laid awake all night, staying so still, panting and holding her a little too tight to him.

Since that night, it's only gotten worse. He's grown more and more obsessed with her body and how good it feels. She's so soft, so warm. It takes everything he has not to let his hands wander too far when she sleeps. He rubs her body soothingly, his hands getting so close to places he should never touch, but he's never crossed that line. He knew it would hurt her if he did, and he couldn't stand that. So he endured it until he just couldn't anymore.

Tonight is the night he's finally going to get what he's been waiting so long for. He portioned out the drug so carefully, weighing it on two different scales to be extra sure. He could never be too careful when it came to his baby. And then he mixed it into her drink.

Now she's wearing her pjs and sitting in his lap watching tv. He's focusing so hard trying not to think about what he's about to do so he doesn't get hard while she's conscious enough to remember. She starts to doze off in his arms, and he pets her hair and rocks her gently until she falls asleep completely. Then he picks her up and carries her to his bed.

He lays her down gently and just stares for a moment. She looks so perfect in her little night gown. So beautiful..and innocent. Like an angel. He's so in love with her. He bites his lip and leans down over her. He tenderly brushes a little bit of hair out of her face and leans down to press the lightest, gentlest kiss to her lips. Then he hovers over her for a second with his eyes closed, just breathing and collecting himself. And then he kisses her again.

She's completely unconscious, her face is limp as he forces kisses that get more and more desperate on her. He's holding her cheek cupped delicately in his hand when he pushes his thumb between her lips and opens her mouth. He pushes it deeper in and runs it across her tongue. God it's so soft. He needs to feel it more. He leans down and forces his big tongue inside her little mouth and moans.

Fuck every part of her is just so soft.

As he makes out with his daughter's unconscious body he starts to rock his hips, rubbing his hard cock against her. This is what he's been wanting for so long. Fuck, finally. He can feel precum starting to soak through his boxers. He reaches down to stroke himself over his sweatpants while he kisses her and moans into her mouth.

Then he lets his hand wander up from his cock over her belly towards her chest. He cups her soft developing breast in his hand and squeezes gently. His thumb glides over her nipple and he can feel it stiffen a little through her nightgown. It makes him so hungry for her. He reaches down and slowly, so slowly, lifts her nightgown up to expose her cute little panties and her small soft tits. He lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

He explores her body with his mouth and hands. At first he's gentle, taking his time worshipping every inch of her. But he starts to get desperate. And he gets faster, rougher. He takes his cock out of his pants and grinds it against her soft thighs while he roughly tugs on her nipples and forces his tongue down her throat. Not having to hold back is amazing. He's like an animal.

With all his precum lubing up her thighs he slips between them suddenly and moans as he feels how wet she is through her underwear. Fuck. He didn't know kids could get wet like that. As he starts to fuck her thighs she gets wetter, completely soaking through her panties. He needs that cunt.

He'd planned to take his time, and he'd tried, but not having to stop for anything, finally getting to act on every desire without regret, was making him lose control. He tried to take his time and worship her cunt through her panties first, but when he spread her legs and got close all he could manage to do was press his tongue as deep into her cunt through her underwear as he could before he tore them off and started to eat her out desperately.

She was still completely out cold. He explores her cunt with his tongue, reveling in every fold and worshipping her hole. He sucks on her clit and fucks her hole with his tongue. He can't believe how wet she is, how much is gushing out onto his tongue. He's addicted.

He jacks himself off fast, desperate, while he eats her out. Then he can't take it anymore. He climbs up and presses the tip of his cock against her cunt. He lets out a deep throaty groan as he grinds against her. He starts to fuck against her cunt like an animal, humping her tiny helpless body ferally. It makes him crazy. He's lost his mind completely with how good it feels. Every time his cock catches a little on her hole he tries to resist the urge to push it inside. Finally, he can't resist anymore.

He's not going to fuck her. He's just going to see how much of the tip he can fit inside her and jack himself off. He pushes against her tiny hole. It's not going in at all, she's just too small. But he's past the point of stopping. He desperately rubs her clit while pressing against her hole jacking himself off. Her hole starts to give, just a little, but he's too impatient to wait for it to let him in slowly. He forces his way inside her. He doesn't stop at the tip. He groans the whole time he slowly pushes inside until he bottoms out, shoving her cervix up a little. She's going to be so sore in the morning but he isn't capable of thinking about that right now. His mind is gone. All he can do is pound into her tiny body like an animal. He fucks her at a brutal pace, shoving in deep enough to pound her cervix every time.

Finally he cums inside her, bottomed out with the tip of his cock pressing against her cervix. Every drop flows inside of her womb, there's so much her belly starts to bulge. He just can't stop cumming. There's so much that it starts flowing out while he's still inside, barely escaping with how tight she is around his giant cock.

You shift our bodies making me lay on top of you. My hips still moving as you feel me grinding down on your cock now. You pull your cock out of your shorts to feel it better as you close your eyes and move your hips with mine. My head only making it to your chest as you hold me down on top of you. You try to control yourself saying this isn’t taking it too far cuz I’m the one moving my hips so it’s okay for you to do this. Justifying what you are doing is okay, but as I continue my slow movements you start getting impatient and find yourself craving more and needing more. Your hands roam down my much smaller body as you slowly start pulling my shorts and panties down. Another soft moan finds its way to my lips and you feel your cock twitch. You get both my bottoms down to my ankles as you place your cock on the out side of my pussy letting me hump it.

You close your eyes tight biting your lips carful not to make a sound as you feel our skin touch for the first time. You can feel precum leaking out of your cock. You feel how wet my younger pussy is as I move it up and down your length. This time a much louder moan comes out of my mouth. You keep checking to make sure I’m still asleep as you work us both. “Mmm you like that baby girl huh you like feeling daddy’s hard cock on your bare pussy” you whisper to me. You start moving your hips in time with mine and you can feel your eyes starting to roll back and your cock gets closer and closer, you speed up faster and faster. Suddenly you feel your cock poke at my entrance as you’re moving your hips and you feel the lips of my pussy start to form around you. You take one more look down at my sleeping body only hesitating for a moment before you being to thrust up slowly. Your mouth falls open as you feel your self opening my young tight hole. You feel yourself stretching me open and taking my virginity. You feel your cock twitch inside me as you work yourself deeper and deeper. You move your cock in and out of my young pussy faster and faster mumbling over and over “please don’t wake up, please don’t wake up, please don’t wake up” whispering over and over again. As you feel yourself getting ready. You feel my tight pussy closing around you. Your eyes roll back as you feel your cock get stuck inside me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck, daddy’s gonna cum inside you but it’s gonna be okay” you slightly moan as you kiss the top of my head. As soon as you say those word you feel my pussy get even tighter which you didn’t think was possible. Your mouth drops open and your eyes screw shut tight as you feel every inch of my insides pressed up tightly against your cock. The feeling of my juices seeping out and dripping slowly down your cock is too much for you as you feel yourself let go inside me. You pet my head as you feel your cock releasing harder than you have in the longest time. You grunt loudly as your vision darkens for a moment as you blackout due to how hard you cum inside your little girl. You still find yourself stuck inside me though. And the more you struggle to pull out the more you can feel your cock start to twitch again. The thought of being stuck inside your little girls cunnie turning you on more and more.

thinking about him being designated driver.

"Nah, you have fun, sweetheart." he'd say, "i'll be right over here."

thinking about him drinking his beer real slow, watching me dance with my friends from his barstool. his eyes drinking me up, ravishing over the skin i have exposed like he's hungry.

thinking about how he'd only stray his way onto the dance floor when a man takes place behind me, grabbing my hips. how he'd look down at the man like he was scum.

"She's spoken for."

thinking about him buying me too many shots.

"You wanted to come out to this bar right? then drink. c'mon, let's do another. you'll be okay, baby, they're not even that strong."

thinking about getting so shitfaced that i'm giggling and stumbling my way down the sidewalk, big bubby holding me upright the entire walk to the car, then opens my door, helps me in, and buckles my seatbelt without complaint.

almost like he had planned on it.

he'd take my friends home, walk em to the door, make sure they get in safe, then he'd get back into the car, driving us while i sleep soundly in the passenger seat.

"wake up, princess. we're here."

he'd laugh as i stumble out of his car into the parking lot. watches with a smirk as i look up at the building, eyes squinty and out of focus from the alcohol still racing through me.

"where are we?" i'd ask, voice small and thick with grogginess.

he just grabs my hand, a bag he had packed thrown over his shoulder, and drags me inside.

"had to get away from mom and dad," he'd explain simply, "didn't want them to see you this fucked up."

oh! i'd think. how considerate of him!

he checks in and drags me to the elevator, standing right next to me with a hand on the small of my back, thumb rubbing soothing circles. i'd be spinning with sleep, and he'd grin.

"gettin' sleepy?" and i'd nod, "the best way to get passed the sleepiness is to keep drinking." he'd tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, "c'mon, keep drinkin' with me sissy."

i know he can drink a lot, and i know he only wants to take care of me. he's just trying to help! so i'd force myself out of the swirl, eyes glassy and hazy as they'd look up at him.

"O-okay."

an animalistic grin taking over his face, he tugs me by my forearm to our hotel room, immediately dropping his bag and pulling out a bottle of jim beam.

"never d-" *hicup!* "drank whiskey."

"this won't do much," he insisted, "it's a good entry level drink."

i trust him, nodding dumbly as he pours two shots, handing one to me. we down them, and i gag at the taste.

"atta girl, baby. doin' real good for me."

at some point, he stops doing the shots with me. he pours me four or five shots back to back, then guides me to the foot of the bed. he climbs onto the mattress, leaning back against the headboard with his long legs spread. he smacks one of his thighs twice.

"c'mere."

my eyebrows would furrow, and i would move to sit next to him. his eyes narrow.

"didn't want you next to me, sweetheart." he wraps one arm around my waist, picking me up easily and placing me between his splayed legs.

"there ya go sweetheart, that's better, isn't it?"

the alcohol would be coursing through me, the whiskey finally grabbing hold and shaking my insides. i slump into his arms, losing all will to hold myself up. he'd inhale the scent of me, moving my hair to the side and pressing a kiss to the soft skin on my shoulder.

"shouldn't-" i'd try, voice weak, body unable to move away, "you're my brother-"

he'd lick a strip up the column of my throat, kissing and licking and sucking on the flesh, causing a breathless whimper to escape my lips.

"you're trying to act like you don't want this," he'd say, hands spreading my legs and fingers dancing up the inside of my thigh, "you trying to tell me that, if i were to touch your cute little cunnie, it'd be dry?"

even in my haze, i can feel the stickiness between my thighs, but i still try to deny it. i focus all of my energy into nodding jerkily, and he laughs lowly, fingers pulling my pink, cotton panties to the side.

"let's test that out."

when his finger dips down, gathering the slick dripping from my pussy and spreading it so, agonizingly slowly up and over my clit, my jaw drops, and a shaking gasp escapes past my lips. he'd inhale thickly, exhaling a curse.

"you aren't only wet for me, baby, you're fucking weeping."

i'd whimper, legs twitching, body trying to twist out of his grasp, so he'd wrap his other arm around my waist, trapping me in his grip. he puts his legs over mine, pinning them wide open with his fingers dragging over my clit just fucking right, and i realize, at some point along the the lines, that i stop caring that this is my big brother.

"that feel good, baby? come on, tell me how much you love your brother rubbing your cunt. tell me how good it feels."

it's that exact moment he would decide to force two fingers inside of me with no warning, hitting something so deep it almost hurts. my back would arch, his name would slip out of my mouth, and he would set a relentless pace between his middle and ring finger working in and out of me and his thumb rubbing tight circles on my clit.

"bubbas-!" i finally find the voice to whine.

"yeah, you gonna cum on my hand? you gonna make a mess?"

"mhmmm!"

"let go for me," he'd demand gently, his other hand moving to pinch and pull at my peaked nipple, "i've got you, just let go."

My eyes would roll, thighs quaking, jaw dropped as loud moans now escape my lips freely. he takes one hand and places it over my mouth to stifle them. my back arches as i gush around him, and my vision blurs near the edges.

when i come back to, he's still working me gently, rough, direct thrusts more calm and almost teasing, harsh circles turned into gentle lines over my clit, smearing my cum over my entire pussy.

he lets me catch my breath, then makes a show of removing his fingers from my core and sucking them clean. he moans lowly.

"how you feelin' birthday girl?"

he'd tease. still teasing after having my legs shaking around his hand.

"good," i'd answer honestly, "so, so good."

"yeah?" he'd whisper, sliding out from underneath me, letting me lie on my back, him propped on his elbow, other hand under my top, fingers tracing circles on my bare stomach.

i'd giggle, the sensation tickling my skin, then i'd nod.

maybe we'd go to sleep, maybe he'd fuck me.

"that's it kiddo, ride daddy's cock. You know you want it." He breathed against your skin.

He started gently thrusting up into you and you could feel his cock throb inside. It felt like he was in your tummy.

"you feel so good around me, baby. You like my adult cock splitting you open don't you? Ugh I can feel you clenching around me. This game is called "fucking" and all dad's play it with their kiddos."

You start rocking faster at the naughty words Daddy was saying.

"you don't know how long I've waited for this. I'll be fucking your tight little hole everyday from now on, kiddo. You'll be my personal fleshlight."

You didn't totally understand what was happening but it felt so good and you didn't want to stop. It's like your body was on autopilot and knew what to do. So you let it. You let out a high-pitched moan and gripped daddy's shirt. "Don't stop- don't stop fucking me daddy! I- I like it! Wan my special tickle!"

Daddy groaned and gripped your hips. He started thrusting hard into you while slamming your little hips down on his cock. You were whining and trembling. Your body unprepared for this onslaught of pleasure. Daddy leaned forward and smashed his lips against yours, kissing you like he kisses mommy. He licked and sucked your soft tongue before turning his attention back to your chest and ravaging your hard nipples. You were in ecstasy and could feel something brewing just below your tummy. It felt much bigger than your normal special tickles and you chased after it with wild abandon.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! something's happening, daddy! I think imma peeee!" You don't wanna have an accident on daddy's lap but you can't stop yourself from bouncing on his cock. "OH daddy! So goooood!"

"don't worry baby, daddy's got you. Just let it happen. Cum on daddy's cock, kiddo. Fuck! I wanna feel you cum."

You and daddy were grunting and mashing your bodies together desperately. His hands touched you all over and you begged him not to stop. Suddenly, your body tensed up and you were hit with the biggest special tickle you've ever felt. You cried out as your legs jerked and your hips spasmed sloppily, sucking his cock as deep into your womb as possibly and milking it for cum. Your body was warm and tingly all over and you felt overwhelmed with how much you loved your daddy for making you feel so good. He was the best daddy in the world for teaching you how to fuck. But all you could manage to get out as your tiny body shook against him was "I love you daddy! I love you daddy! I love you daddy!"

Daddy kept thrusting hard and deep, pulling you tight against his chest as you came undone. Kissing your face all over as you screamed out your love for him. You were milking his cock so perfectly, each ripple and spasm like a delicious kiss. He couldn't hold back even if he wanted to and erupted inside you with a roar. His own wife had never given him an orgasm this strong.

"Fuuuuck! That's it, kiddo! Cum with daddy! Ohhh daddy loves you so much baby! Take it! Take my cum, every lost drop!"

You and daddy humped against each other like animals, your bodies fully taking over as it did what was most natural. You felt daddy's cock pulse rhythmically inside you and felt something warm filling you up. You didn't know if daddy had an accident inside your privates but still, you couldn't stop yourself from grinding down while you clenched around his cock. Finally, you and daddy stopped shivering together. You both sat slumped and exhausted, panting and still twitching occasionally. You had no idea that special tickles could feel like THAT!

"that felt so good, daddy! Can we play again, pleaseeee" you give him your best puppy dog eyes but daddy just chuckles.

"sorry, little one but daddy has to rest a bit before we can play again. But how about this? If you can stay awake like a big kid then after mommy falls asleep tonight, I'll come to your room and fuck you again, sweetie. Deal?"

"Deal! You're the best daddy ever!"

Sorry this is super long. I started writing and it took on a mind of it's own lol.

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Dad who climbs on top of you bed, grabbing your head and forcing his mouth against yours in a sudden kiss. You're so surprised you forget to fight for a moment, feeling his heavy body sink you further into the mattress as one hand pulls up your shirt and gropes at your body. When his tongue pushes your mouth open your mind finally catches up to the present and you jerk away– though you couldn't get very far.

"Dad! What the fuck are you- ah, dad-!" You shrieked as he buried his head into your neck, nipping at your throat despite how you try to twist away. Suddenly he shifts, pushing your legs apart and slotting his erection against your crotch, and you realize with horror that only a thin layer of cotton underwear separated you from your fathers frighteningly hard and pulsing cock.

You started to scream but he kissed you again so hard you couldn't even breath, and without any warning he started grinding. Up and down, up and down. You whimpered, completely dominated and terrified, feeling your hot little body start to betray you. The way you could feel his cock head nudge against your clit, over and over and over–

"Yeah, you like that baby?" He cooed, a little mockingly. A strong hand pressed over your mouth, he kissed the tip of your nose and started grinding harder into you. You struggled, kicking and squirming and trying to break free from his hold. He smiled. "I got something for you sweetheart."

Without warning he jams something hard right into your clit. In an instant it buzzes to life, vibrating harshly agasint your throbbing bundle of nerves. You start to sob, truly, so overwhelmed with fear and revulsion and guiltiest most instense arousal you had ever experienced. He trails the vibrator in little circles over your clit and leans in to look you in the eyes. "What'd you say? You want more, daddy?"

You struggled again, screaming from behind his hand, jolting as you inadvertently rubbed your crotch against the toy and him. Suddenly he ripped your flimsy little underwear down from your hips, separating you from the vibrator for only a second before pressing it into your clit again, reaching down to pull back the hood and shoving it back against you. Turned up the intensity and rubbed you in violent strokes that left your legs shaking. Then, as your writhed and moaned, you felt the unmistakable pressure his cock at your entrance.

His hand slid from your face to your throat, forcing you even harder into the bed. He rocked your bodies together, nudging a little further with every movement. You started babbling, begging. "Daddy, no, please- ahh, ah, I'm your- it hurts daddy, please don't, I don't want it, I don't want it-"

"Of course you want it." He hummed, tightening his hold on your throat until you had to focus on pulling as much air in as your could. "Baby if you didn't want it, you wouldn't be wet right now. You wouldn't let me in."

He pressed into you, pushing his cock inside his child. He pulled out an inch and thrusted into you even more, drawing betrayed little yelps and moans as he slipped himself inside you, his cock hard and unyielding. The stab of his intrusion was overwhelmed by the searing forceful pleasure still buzzing at your clit, your vaginal walls spasmed and and pulsed, drawing the man attacking you even further inside.

"Seee? Is the the response somebody has when they're being raped?" Your whole cunt fluttered at the word. You hadn't said it, you hadn't even been confident enough to admit it to yourself yet. He must have felt your reaction because he brought his weight down even further on you, driving into you at a different angle that allowed him to fully bottom out.

Panic gripped you. No. No you couldn't- not from him, not now, not ever. Coming on your fathers cock, in your own bed– but you couldn't hold back any longer, and he was only ploughing your opened cunt harder and faster with ever wet drag of him inside you. You thrashed as hard as you could with one last burst of energy, but he kept the toy pressed right against you to the point of bruising pain. He wanted you to cum. He wanted to feel his baby cum around him, now at the point of hyperventilation. It hurt.

I did what he said and opened it from the corner and felt the lightly lubed latex on my fingers. I dropped the empty packet on the floor, I was a bit nervous and excited about this whole experience.

Not wanting to assume anything I extended my arm, trying to hand it to Dad so he could show me how to roll it on.

"It's okay, you could do it," he said casually, as if I wasn't going to have to touch his cock to do it. "Place it on the tip and then use your fingers to push and roll it down on me."

"Okay," I replied softly, not wanting to sound too eager that I was going to touch him.

I scooted my chair so that I was sitting with one of my legs between his. Reaching over I put the condom on the tip of his dick, he throbbed and moved a bit as I touched him.

He was so big, I had seen it soft plenty of times but never like this. He kept his cock straight up as I used my fingers to move the condom down over him. He looked up at me a couple times and then right back down at himself. I put my cupped hand over the tip of his dick and push down, feeling my father's cock in my grip.

"Perfect, keep rolling it down like that with your hand," he coached me.

I felt him pulse in my hand, I was making him feel good by my touch, and there was no way around it.

"How far down?" I asked as it was 75% down his length.

"To the base, keep using your grip, stroke it downward... Yeah, just like that," he said with a strange tone in his voice. "Remember when you are putting it on you have to stay hard, otherwise it won't go on."

"Oh, I'm always hard," I joked.

Dad laughed, "I guess it's a given, you wouldn't need one if you weren't," he replied.

I had got it down to the base but I kept 'trying' to get it on farther. I kept stroking his dick through the condom and feeling his thick meat in my hand.

Okay, pull it off and do another, Dad instructed me.

I grabbed the base of his cock with my bare hand and pulled off the condom with my other, holding on to him without anything between us this time. He didn't stop me as I held on and reached over to grab a new one.

"Here I can open it for you," he said, stopping me from using my teeth.

As he began opened the condom as I held his dick for him, it was so surreal, casual, no big deal. He made me feel comfortable and I decided to start stroking him.

"I'm keeping you hard," I said, giving myself an excuse.

"Oh okay," he chuckled and dropped the package on the floor and handed me the new condom. "Here you go," he said. "I want you to be safe, I don't need any grandkids until you're ready, okay?" He told me.

"Sure," I replied with a smirk.

I doubted that it would be much of a problem for me but I think he knew that, he had caught me plenty of times looking at gay porn on the living room computer when he came home from work early.

I pushed the condom down his cock and stroked him as I did, I held on to his balls this time and squeezed them slightly as I was basically jerking him off trying to get these condoms on. He was throbbing in my fist and taking deep long breaths.

"Perfect," he said as I got it to the base again.

"Dad?" I squeaked out. "We don't have to waste this one, do we?" I asked, nervous about what he would say.

"No, I guess not," he replied.

I could see it in his face, he knew exactly what I meant and he wanted it. I stood up and dropped my shorts and stepped out of them. It all happened so fast, I was climbing on his legs as he gripped my ass and helped stabilize me. He was sat back as I reached back and pointed his cock towards my hole.

"I'm pretty big, go slow," he told me as I felt the tip of his cock touching my ass.

"Okay," I replied, relaxing my butt muscle to allow him in.

"Oh jesus," Dad moaned as I felt the tip penetrate me. "You're tight."

"You're bigger than I've taken," I told him, being honest.

"Others?" He asked, as I slid down his cock.

I felt him stretching me out like I had never been stretched before. My own father was inside of me and it felt amazing.

"Josh and Mike," I told him, they were my two best friends, straight but we had messed around.

"Okay, well now I know why you guys stay in the basement together," he laughed as he put his head on my stomach and I landed firmly on his lap. "You need to use protection, even with your buddies," Dad told me.

"Okay," I agreed, as I shifted on him, feeling him deeper than anyone had been.

I picked my body up and sat back down on my father. I felt so good and he moaned as we began fucking in the kitchen. My dick had started dripping on his shirt so he lifted it up, exposing his stomach and hairy chest. I felt him trusting upward into me as I bounced on top of him.

"Up," he said and I stood over him, legs weak. "I'm taking the condom off, that okay?" He asked, I nodded yes.

He pulled it off and threw it on the floor. "We don't have to wear one?" I asked, a bit cocky.

"Not if we wear them with others," he replied and smiled, knowing he was being hypocritical.

I sat back down and felt Dad's raw cock sliding back in, fuck, nothing between me and my father. Just his thick cock deep in my hole. He was probably leaking and it made me leak even more.

"You feeling good?" He asked as I did most the work, fucking myself on him.

"Oh yeah, your cock feels amazing," I said as I continued my movements, copulating with my own family member. "How's my ass?" I asked him back.

"Great," he growled. "This isn't supposed to be happening, but I'd be lying if I hadn't thought about it."

"Me too, if I'm honest," I replied. "You think Mom will be mad?" I asked him.

"No, she told me to do what it took to make sure you don't give her grandkids yet, I think this counts," Dad said. "We play with others, she'll be fine."

He grabbed my hips and started lifting me up and dropping me down on his lap. The way his cock was pushing on my prostate was driving me crazy. The idea that my own father and I were having sex was turning me on like crazy. I leaned in and gave him a kiss on his lips expecting him to pull away, but I couldn't help myself. He didn't, he kissed me back. I could feel his thick beard on my face as we made out and bonded in a new, different way we had ever.

"You keep kissing me like that and you're going to make me come inside of you," dad said in the middle of our make out session and fucking.

"In me?" I said, heart racing.

"There's no condom on, where else will it go?" He asked. "That okay?"

I nodded yes and kept bouncing. I wanted my Dad's cum inside of me so bad, but I didn't want to let him know just how much. So I leaned in and began kissing him again. Sex with Josh and Mike was nothing like this, this was so much deeper, raw, sexually charged. With them it was fun and good, but with Dad it felt passionate and deeper.

Dad began breathing harder so I leaned back and began to start picking and sitting down harder than I had been. Looking at him as we did this blew my mind. I couldn't wait till he blew his load inside of me, just like he did to Mom when he made me.

"Here I go," he said as our bodies slammed together. "Oh shit!" He moaned.

"Oh damn, Dad!" I cried out, lustful and out of it. "Cum in me!" I told him what I wanted.

My cock shot off, coating him in my load as I felt his cock throbbing inside of me, filling me up with his familial cum. My own father went from teaching me to use condoms to putting his raw dick in me. Nothing could have prepared me for this whirlwind of a Sunday afternoon.

He pushed me down on top of him, and I leaned in and began kissing him again. His cock was firmly inside of me, depositing every bit of his sperm as deep as his he could. I felt his tongue dancing with mine as I rested and caught my breath.

"That's going to happen again, right?" I asked, trying not to sound too eager.

"Of course, I hope so," he said smirking, looking drained and relaxed under me.

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