Warning! This is between fully Consenting adults! This post includes Fauxcest, no one is actually related..
It's Father's Day! That means everyone is free use for dad. No exceptions or excuses! Let dad use your pretty holes. He does so much for us! Be good and take his cock however he wishes to give it to you.
Go ahead and worship him any way you can. Yes, this does mean getting on your knees and nuzzling his bulge. Pull it out and kiss his tip! Anywhere you can get your lips on. Doesn't matter if you struggle to take it down your throat. It's the thought that counts!
It also doesn't matter if someone is watching. It's father's day, this is totally fine! Please excuse dad if he gets a little rough. It's his day, he's going to let loose.
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A Dad who fucks his son so full of guilt that he has to keep his eyes screwed shut or he might accidentally bust a nut from the utter mix of disgust and loathing he feels akin to a hot ache in his core, though now he can only focus on the wet plaps and the heady tug of his boy's hole when he moves faster.
He convinces himself it's all just to get it over with.
That each plunge, thoroughly intimate with his cockhead reaching deep depths in a meaty kiss, is just the result of his frantic bucking, yet his jaw is hung loose, drool spills from his lips and he's groaning with his son held captive below.
“Ohh...oh fuck..." He finally loses it. The shallow will to believe that simply closing his eyes would absolve him of all this shame. The guilt that’s compounded into a nervous rattle throughout his spine finally comes to an eerie slow the moment he peers down.
There, his boy’s hands are clenched on the sheets below, and a slow rhythm moves his son- panting he recognizes.
His son is arched up against him, and dad’s own larger hands have naturally found their way to his son's flank, resting above his hips.
He's really inside his son right now. His entire cock is.
“Holy..."
he can't even finish his thought. he pulls back to check if this is real, that his cock didn't magically disappear. Along with the pull comes a fresh surplus of desire when he watches the way his son arches back into him, greedy to take his father back inside him with a slow, arduous slurp.
it’s disgusting how pleased the sight makes him,
so he thrusts with intention.
it's wet music to his ears, a raunchy shlick that combined with the visual, has his cock jumping naturally with a spurt of fresh pre feeding into his son's seemingly bottomless hole. He's never had to think that his son was a whore in his life, but somehow, the thought settles more comfortably in his mind now that he’s accepted the truth.
maybe it's because he knows himself to be so depraved that it almost feels like some common biological urge in their shared blood.
He moves his hips to the thought of this, and he pays close attention to the joining of their bodies, his much more masculine one and the way their skin bunches, and how his son's ass receives it without a wink of regret.
How could this little shit be so unaffected by what’s been weighing on him this entire time?
the underlying muscles in his son's body shift to relax once dad picks up his lost rhythm and a subtle moan of satisfaction rings through his ears. He growls.
“little fucker…”
He can't possibly be frustrated. Not when he’s having the time of his life, so he takes a hold of his son so firmly that his fingers dig into his hips and he picks up the pace with a plethora of wet, meaty smacks that douse the weak embers of his son’s whining.
He wanted this. no more worrying about what the fuck’ll happen after this. dad’s gotta cum, and his son’s about to learn why he shouldn’t have agreed to this. He should be terrified, should’ve wanted to move out the moment he heard his dad agree to this. even that yes was so huge- yet his son of course said, “it’ll be fine. Of course it’ll feel good! we can take it slow…”
The older man knows logically he needs only to scratch this itch and that it’ll be over. The outstretched grasp towards finality shows its mark in a twinge carrying up his swollen balls. He hasn’t been so certain that he’d cum since the night he came in this boy’s mother…but fuck, focusing on the present does it’s dues better than he’d thought it would.
He burns the information along the coast of his fingers, the slap of his son’s ass and how it stings his palm, the hair atop his head and how each lock threads through the gaps in his fingers, those wet lips that part so easily for him in a cry of vulnerability, and that cute little tongue lulling out so damn salaciously.
He shouldn’t feel so damn shy about a kiss, yet he’s already made it this far, and he can recognize the hunger in his son’s eyes. The gentle prying, the seeking for contact more than this ass has already had with it’s effect on him. He’s being sucked in, not only literally.
“So greedy……fuck, I love you.”
Dad tastes his son’s answer before their tongues meet.
“You..too…”
Their lips envelop one another. Their words now are only electricity travelling along one another’s nerves.
He’s already hunched over, keeping that face held up to his. Despite the drool, he somehow feels parched so he melts into the kiss with ruthless intensity that becomes all enveloping.
He must devour.
Dad moves his hips and hums in approval at the way he’s so eagerly accepted by his boy, his bottom lip sucked on, a tongue coasting along his own- his son really is a whore in every sense. Inside his son, the world fucks off for a second- and his senses dissolve into a thrum of heavenly electricity. His neurons feel like they’re on fire from the mish-mash of senses colliding together all at once.
He can’t let anyone have this. It’s too addictive to let go of.
The larger man eats away at a squeal, pinning his son to the bed, completely smothering him in his weight. His hips move, undulating in motion while he captures those arms, holding them down onto the bed. If anyone were to walk in, they’d see a man completely in the throes of lust, intent on making a baby if they didn’t know any better.
It’s too damn bad he can’t because if it was up to him…he’d have this slut on his cock all day everyday, morning and night taking his seed like the good little faggot he is. Perhaps those kinds of people are drawn towards one another. Perverts that feel disgusting thoughts. It would explain the magnetism, and the sudden loss of strain on his body as though he’s been cut loose from the hypothetical strings of his regret.
Like roiling waves of magma bubbling up on the shores of heated rock in a slow, eventual rise, the shape of their two bodies that can’t live without one another eats away at his mind. his muscles exhale, and he lets out a sound from his chest like a deep groan.
his heart races as the earth slams back down onto him. He’s about to orgasm. He knows what it feels like to cum, but his body feels as though it’s turning inside out to warn him of the impending heat threatening to boil his core down into nothing.
There’s a rhythmic panic, his heart racing, but it’s just as soon smoothed over as his animal instincts take the reins, reminding him he’s in the throes of excitement. it’s only normal for it to feel so strong when your son turns you on like this. what a fucking godsend being a horrible father is.
Something escapes his body in heaves, causing his heavy balls to draw up. the motion pulls his hips forward into long thrusts that escape his notion of distance, like the tides of a blackhole that pull your body apart into string. It’s so tight. So perfect. So utterly unbearable that he can’t tell when his orgasm has ended.
All he can feel is the centerpiece of his urges letting out a few stuttering breaths in each thrust, at what must be the flood of his cum settling.
The room begins to zero in on itself, and he takes a long series of breaths now that he feels so heavy. Gravity’s returned, and it swells down to his bones. He can feel several cramps brewing, but right now it feels wrong to just…look away. Ignore what he’s done.
He’s fucked his son. It felt unbelievable…and he isn’t sure if he can ever go back from this, but there’re no words he can properly give right now to describe that. Beneath him, in that heap of a mess, he isn’t quite sure what to say…so instead he reaches out.
His boy’s feeling just as clammy as he was, and a soft huff escapes him at remembering those tempting words that started this all off.
Of course it would feel good.
It’s only been a short time since then, having struggled to get back up, but a cool cloth bathes his forehead, and another wipes down his son’s body. He smiles down at him, though it’s not a pitying look. He keeps his eyes lingering on him, watching his boy’s expression turn into a mystified one as if stuck in a haze, softly realizing all that’d happened.
That’s right, It was no dream.
“You’re lucky I’m an old man…or I’d be hard all over again, the way you’re looking at me.”
He admits, half jokingly. The thought of going again does get him an errant throb…but it aches a little too much to go ahead and try it.
They’d definitely gone rougher than they should have for their first time at least. A small part of him knows he’s glad it happened like that, otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to accept the man he is. He’d been aiming just to get it over with…but he enjoyed himself just a little too much to go back.
Daddy taking me to the side so he can pull my panties down and rub his grown up cock through my puffy baby cunt and cum in my panties before pulling them back up and giving me a firm pat. 🌟
imagine a dad with a tboy son who has always helped him feel better when he's had periods by letting him rest under a heat pad and freshly dryer-fluffed blankets, brewing hot tea and cocoa for him, bringing him midol and tylenol when he needs it, and taking the time to make him feel affirmed even when the menstruation dysphoria kicks in...
and when he gets older, his sex-positive dad starts encouraging him to consider masturbating, whether he's on his period or not, telling him, "you know, it improves your pelvic health, orgasms are very good for your heart health, it can help you fall asleep, it can provide stress relief," and going on and on about the objective health benefits and how it can put his son in touch with his developing teen body... and, for a while, his son always reacts with embarrassment, saying, "ew! augh, dad, no! that's so gross! yuck, no way!" and his dad drops the topic, for the most part, only bringing it up again on occasion, when it's germane to conversations about sexual health...
and, one day, while picking up a few boxes of tampons at the local walmart, dad takes his son on a little detour through the pharmacy aisles and shows him a selection of vibrating dildos... and his son goes red in the face and won't stop looking around, up and down the aisle, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt up over his head and holding it to keep his face hidden from other shoppers while his dad keeps telling him, in such a matter-of-fact tone, "actually, penetrative masturbation with toys like these is excellent for soothing menstrual cramps," all while his son keeps whispering for his dad to put each toy back as he grabs them off the display hooks to look at the product details on the back sides of the packaging... and, despite his son's protesting and embarrassment, dad puts a small bullet vibrator and a modest six-inch vibrating dildo toy into the shopping basket before walking to the express checkout lane, telling his son he's getting them "just in case you ever want to use them..."
and then dad starts letting himself out of the house a little more often, hoping to give his son at least a couple hours of alone time every once in a while so that he can give it an earnest try, especially since having stored the vibrators in the bathroom, where they're just as innocuous and easy-to-find as the hairbrushes or the toothpaste... and his son does give it a try, sometimes using the bullet vibrator on himself before taking a shower, only to frantically clean and dry it before putting it back, perfectly in its place... until, one day, he takes it to his bedroom and uses it to bring himself to his first real orgasm, which quickly puts him to sleep...
and then his dad comes home that afternoon, while his son is still sleeping through his post-orgasm nap... and he goes to the bathroom, curiously checking the drawer to find the little vibrator missing, immediately pleased to know that his son is finally experimenting... and he doesn't do anything or say anything, not wanting to scare his son into retreating and repressing his needs and desires...
and then one day, the forgetful sometimes-presence of the little vibrator in the drawer under the bathroom counter after son's masturbation sessions morphs into a clearly conscious choice to keep it in his room, in the drawer of his bedside nightstand... and dad starts thinking that maybe his son isn't interested in the six inch vibrating dildo, putting it aside somewhere safe to keep it from gathering any dust in the drawer...
and then, during a period, sometime later on, as the months pass, dad looks up from working from home at his laptop while sitting on the couch and notices his son is standing at the doorway of the den with a nervous look on his flushed-red face... and dad asks his son, "kiddo, what's the matter? are you feeling sick?" to which his son replies, asking, "dad, do you know where the, uh, the... the longer vibrator is?" reluctantly and quietly... and dad sets his work aside, telling him, "of course," and then, speculatively, "are you having some bad period cramps?" with his son nodding slowly in response... so dad fetches the vibrating dildo for him and offers to show him how to use it, but his son is far too embarrassed, already, and shuts his bedroom door before his daddy can ask again...
and then his son finally starts hormone replacement therapy, spreading t-gel on his arms once a week... (dad had offered to help him with shots, since needles had always intimidated him, but he wants to do it himself)... and, as son's changes begin to develop, dad notices he spends a lot more time to himself in his room... and that's when dad starts checking in on his son, knocking on his closed bedroom door a few times before opening it, always accidentally walking in on him in the middle of masturbating, always backing out and closing the door when his son yells, "augh, dad! don't come in here! leave me alone! i just want to be by myself right now!" while the telltale hum of a muffled vibrator is going off against his pussy from under the covers...
and then, one day, dad is working at the kitchen table when his son comes in and sits down with a snack, slowly eating it like he's simply killing time while he watches his dad dutifully type away on the keyboard of his laptop and read over a packet of papers... and, when his dad realizes his son has lingered there long after he's finished snacking, he looks up from his work and asks, "what's up, kiddo?" only for his son to go red in the face and clear his throat a little, trying to act natural... and then his son says, "the... uh... big vibrator stopped working," furiously blushing, at this point... and then his dad says, "oh no... sorry to hear that, bud... maybe i can pick one up the next time i go out, does that sound like a plan?" but, despite the prompt and casual response, his son still looks uncomfortable... and then his son asks, "could... you... help me a little... sooner than that?" to which his dad says, "well, sure, kiddo, but it might have to wait until i'm finished with work for today, is that alright?"
but his son still looks a little uneasy, shifting in the dining room chair, pressing his legs together under the table, then asking, "okay, dad, but... i was... kind of thinking... that maybe you could, uh, show me... something a little more... advanced? or, you know... hands-on?" while looking away from his dad, his eyes darting back and forth between making eye-contact... and his dad seems to think about it, catching his meaning... or, rather, assuming it... replying, to confirm, "you mean... you want to try intercourse?"
and, after a long silence, his son, still clearly more embarrassed than he's ever been in his life, slowly nods to answer his dad, looking down at the table and occasionally glancing back up...
and dad takes the time to consider it, despite already knowing his answer... which surprises his son, though not all that much, when he says, "sure, but i'll need you to give me five minutes to wrap up before taking a break... think you can go to your room and get ready for me like you usually get ready on yourself?" and he says it as if it's the most normal thing in the world to be saying, agreeing to a proposition with his trans teen son, but his son hastily nods and gets up from the table, walking to his room, fast, and leaving the door open ajar as he pushes it behind him...
and then dad, true to his word, takes a few minutes to finish his work before shutting the lid of his laptop and getting up to head toward his son's bedroom, slowly pushing the door back open as he enters the threshold, looking down at his son lying down over the covers, his shorts and boxers kicked off and onto the floor, socks still covering his feet, still wearing a t-shirt and hoodie over his torso, his legs pressed together and bent to hide himself, anxiously waiting for his dad... and his dad smiles warmly at him, undoing the fastening on his chinos as he starts to undress, sitting down on the bed next to his son's hot, half-naked body...
and he slowly reaches up to part his son's knees from the side, telling him to "just relax, honey," running his hand up and down the inside of his son's thighs to coax them apart, dipping down into the valley of his legs to gently stroke his son's growing t-dick amidst the lush bush he's grown atop his pubic mound... and dad tells him how good he looks, remarking "oh, look how much hair you've grown down here... and your cock is already getting kind of big."
and dad keeps an eye on his son, who has one hand at his forehead, gripping at his hair, while the other is resting against one side of his chest, groping at himself through the thick fabric of his hoodie... and dad tells him, "feeling okay, kiddo? want to take that sweatshirt off? you're looking a little over-heated," and helps his son sit up in bed to disrobe, the sweatshirt being discarded off the side of the bed, son not even waiting before casting his t-shirt aside, too, totally nude aside from his socks... but dad doesn't need those out of the way, so they can stay on... and, soon, dad returns to rubbing the outside of his son's front hole, venturing to dip a finger inside, which makes his son finally moan nice and long... and dad asks, "does that feel good, bud?" to which his son can hardly respond in words, slowly nodding his head while his eyes drift shut, his breathing growing heavy...
and dad keeps going, gently fingering his son, fingers now slowly pushing in and out, getting him used to the intrusion and the rhythm... after all, even if he had used a dildo many times before, by now, it wasn't as though his hot teen cunt wasn't still young and tight, still getting used to penetration...
and, as dad continues stimulating him, he comments on how wet he is... how engorged his t-dick is... saying, "you've gotten so wet for me, huh? and your cock is even getting hard," to which his son can only moan and whine things like "mm... dad..." and "oh... fuck... dad," between panting breaths... and dad keeps going, his own dick stiffening and tenting in his boxer briefs... until his son's hands find their way to dad's forearm, squeezing it a little... and dad asks, "want to stop, baby?" and his son shakes his head against, looking up at his dad to say, "no... keep going... i... i need you."
and dad, wanting more, asks, "need me how, bud?" and his son bites his bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth before answering, "i... need you inside me..." and his dad's brows raise, dad looking surprised but pleased... and dad asks, to be certain, "you want my cock inside you, kiddo?" and his son nods his head eagerly, his inhibitions lost now as dad gets up from the bed and sheds his underwear, getting back onto the mattress and positioning himself between his son's legs which, right now, are spread open, almost impatiently, as he stares down at his dad's crotch, at the long dick that bounces gently over his thick, swollen balls... and his jaw falls a little, as if the head had hypnotized him...
and his dad chuckles a little, watching his son's lust-addled expression as he grabs hold of his own cock and strokes it, the meatus leaking precum which dribbles down over his dad's knuckles on each downstroke, down onto the cover of his duvet... and then dad lightly pets the insides of his son's thighs again, lowering himself until the head of his cock meets the foreskin-covered head of his son's cock, rubbing himself up and down his slit...
and dad looks at his son's face as his son stares back at him, mouth still hanging open, as he aligns himself with his son's front hole and starts opening him up with his uncovered shaft... and dad's dick feels like it's stuffing him tight... centimeter by centimeter, filling him up full...
and son's hands go to his chest, kneading and squeezing and tugging on himself, breathing hitching as dad bottoms out inside of his cunt... and then dad begins pulling his cock out... slowly... letting his son feel himself empty before easily slipping back in, taking his son's moans as encouragement as he sheaths himself again, fully inside his son's hot cock sleeve of a channel... wet and hot and clenching...
and dad goes slow, at first, like when he's given his son back scratches or shoulder rubs before... and dad cups his son's hip with one hand as he leans forward on the other hand, which is flat against the covers of his boy's bed, the motion of his hips picking up speed the longer he goes, in and out, fucking him... dad is fucking him... and his son moans, loudly, "ohh, fuck, dad!"
and dad can feel his boy's cunt squeezing him, drawing him in, wanting to lock him there each time he thrusts inside, saying, "good job, baby boy... you like taking daddy's cock inside you? okay, kiddo... just relax... just enjoy..." as he thrusts...
and when his bare cock feels his son chasing his own orgasm, he picks up the pace, driving himself harder and faster into his boy's cunt, listening as his moans devolve quickly into unintelligible vocalizations...
and then, suddenly, his son tightens around his cock, the walls of his soaking wet channel spasming around him... and dad can't hold back...
and dad announces, "good boy, you want my cum? baby, do you want my cum inside you, too?" to which his son frantically nods, and dad can feel him grip his cock even harder at that...
always quick to please, he thrusts deep and fast as his son is letting himself be lost in the throes of a hard orgasm, the moans and exclamations tumbling out of his mouth each time he almost ruts against his baby boy's cervix, going, "god! fuck, dad, fuck me! oh god, fuck me! fuck me! fuck me! aah, dad!"
and his dad, determined, lets his hips snap against his son's groin with each thrust inside of him, letting his own orgasm erupt with a grunt, his semen shooting against his son's hot insides, his thrusts fast and pistoning out of time before he simply stops, dad's legs relaxing in the furrow of his son's...
and his son feels the innermost part of himself bathed in his dad's cum... and he shudders, his body trembling already in post-coital bliss...
"oh, dad," he moans, "can we... can we do that again?"
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southern dad and his adopted trans son. i caannnn'ttttughhhhh
dad that gets his son to work on the farm now that he wants to be a man, who gives him his old hat to wear out in the sun. dad who watches his son strain and lug around haybales in his old jeans and general get up. dad who hides away in the stable to jerk off pervertedly over the idea of it. fuck, he's not even his real son anyways, it ain't that bad.
son who makes a joke about his tdick looking bigger in his dad's jeans while they share beer and watch whatever sports team his dad keeps mumbling about. son that watches his dad readjust his own jeans after looking at his, and shuffles closer 'innocently' to press his thighs against his.
dad that puts his hat back on his son after making him ride him. "yeah, that ain't so hard, mm?" and "fuck, look at you're doin' to your old man's cock, look at 'im.." as he jerks off over his son's face. another mumble of "i'll teach y'how t'be a real man" as they take their antics outside in the hay under the night sky.
