Just watching TV in my boxers on the couch with my son. He starts to snuggle closer. Slowly, I slip my hand down his briefs. His breathing gets heavier. Just gently start to stroke his clit. Immediately soaking wet. My boy starts to moan as my fingers slip over his throbbing tdick, but I act like there's nothing going on. Just watching the tube and gently teasing his dick. Yeah, I'm obviously pitching a tent in my boxers. I love making my son moan like that. He squirms a little bit until he can slip one hand into the fly of my boxers and grab my boner and start to stroke it.
"Uh-huh," he says, panting a little.
"Go ahead, you can take it out."
Without any hesitation, my son pulls my hard cock through the fly of my boxers. He buries his face in my crotch and takes a nice deep whiff. I feel his tdick twitch under my fingers. I slip a couple of fingers into his dripping cunt and I'm rewarded with a gasp.
"Show me what you want, champ."
My son stands up, my fingers slipping out of him, my hand slipping out of his undies. He straddles my lap, one spit-slicked hand stroking my straining cock.
"I want this, Dad," he says, his eyes boring into mine.
I don't even bother letting him take em off, I just rip the front of his tighty whities open as he straddles me. The next moment he's guiding my cock into his pussy, my hand on the small of his back, balancing him. I groan with pleasure as I bottom out in my son.
"You make me so damn proud, son."
He's riding me, thighs flexing as he slides that sweet hole up and down my shaft. I look into his eyes, watching them start to glaze with pleasure.
"I love you, Dad," he whispers between his pants and moans.
My heart is bursting as I grab him tight, hugging my beautiful son close. I take over the action, steadily pistoning my dick in and out of him, my face buried against his neck.
"I love you so much, kid." I'm panting and moaning as much as he is by now. I can smell our sweat and the scent of his pussy. We're picking up our pace, my boy grinding his hips as I fuck deep into him.
I shift so I can look my boy in the eyes again. My beautiful boy. His hands are on my sweaty chest. Looking into his eyes, I can feel my orgasm building. I think he can tell.
Of course I'm going to give him my load. I've ever pulled out, and I'm not gonna start now. But all the same, I give him my crooked smile.
"This is so fucked up, son."
My son just moans and grabs my shoulders.
"That's your favorite part, isn't it, kid? How messed up it is?"
"Dad," he pants. "Please, Dad!"
My fingers are digging into his hips, I'm really pounding into him now.
"Fuck, I can't hold back. I'm gonna bust in you, champ."
I pull him hard, into a nearly rib-cracking embrace. Fuck. This is gonna be a big one. Suddenly I'm buried to the root in my son's cunt, muffling my shout in his shoulder. Cumming inside my own son. I shouldn't love him like this. Doesn't stop us. As my load keeps coming, I start fucking it deeper into him. I don't know if he cums, I don't care. My boy just feels too good to stop. I can feel myself start to soften, but I keep fucking my cum deeper until I'm rock hard again. But that's for round two, if he isn't exhausted after what I have in store for him.
I grab my son under the thighs and lift him off my cock, plant his pussy right in my face. He smells amazing, his sweat and pussy mingling with my cum. No hesitation. I shove my tonge in his cunt. My boy cries out and grips my shoulders, hard. The taste of my cum in his pussy drives me wild. I start sucking his clit like there's no tomorrow. Slurping that tdick while drool runs down my face with the cum and squirt dripping from his pussy. He's practically screaming with pleasure as I suck him off. I can feel him trembling, his grip tightening even more. Might even leave a bruise for tomorrow!
l'm smiling while I suck my boy off. My beard is soaked in him now, my son's juices and my own cum dripping to run down my chest, mixing with our sweat. He's getting close. Almost there.
I let one finger brush his tight little asshole, just a tease. A sharp spurt hits my tonge and soaks my beard.
Goddamn, I love making my son cum. My heart's pounding, my dick's throbbing. I don't let up, pushing my son past post-orgasm torture until he's cumming again. Savoring the taste of his cunt as he squirts again. My son, cumming in his dad's mouth.
I let up and he collapses down onto me, panting like he's run a marathon. He nuzzles face against my sweaty chest. I think I hear him mumble "I love you," but it's clear I've worn him out. My cock is gently twitching between his cheeks, but that can wait. I kiss the top of his head, caress his sweaty back.
"I love you so much, champ. You make me so proud."
I maneuver us to lie down, him resting his head on my chest. He nuzzles closer to my armpit, takes a nice deep breath. My beautiful boy mumbles contentedly, and before I know it, he's asleep.
