Grahhh

"Found something, bud?"

"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.

"Please, Dad…"

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!

"Aah! Dad!"

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.

"DAD!"

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."

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?

And yeah Dad's taking his belt off but shh, don't worry about it baby. Just keep looking at him like that with your big beautiful- fuuuuuck, are you crying? Yeah, he's so sorry sweetie, he's so sorry but he's only getting harder. Do you want to see? No? Will you keep crying your pretty little tears if he shows you anyways? Fuck.

C'mon, touch it. Touch it. There we go, both hands, honey. Don't be shy. It's okay, it's just daddy. Daddy and his cock all hard and leaking for your puffy little pussy, because he loves his little boy sooo much. Do you want him to show you where it goes? No? But that's something you need to learn someday sweetie. God baby, you're so good- keep struggling. Fuck. Fuck.

"Fuck...boy you feel good." He drawls out, his hands now firmly placed on your hips, gripping them tightly in his hold. He slowly runts against you, his hips meeting your ass, and his body leaning over yours, his head right into your neck.

Your body arches against him, your arms wrap around his body, and your legs clamp around his waist, bringing him closer, letting out soft moans from the pleasure of his cock thrusting deeper within you.

"Dad." You moan out, basking in the pleasure and excitement of the act. Your father tightens his hold on you, leaving hand-shaped bruises around your waist, ones that you know you will press against later.

His thrusts start to become erratic and messy, his breathing becomes airy, and you can feel his cock twitch, he's close.