#ftm son

“An F in math..” I grumble, glaring over the paper, “And a D in PE.. how the-hic— hell did you get a D in PE?”

“I don’t like the activities,” he mumbles, dipping his head down.

I sneer and grab him by the collar, forcing him down next to me on the couch. “Y’know I fuckin raised you better.. you’re so smart..” I growl, grabbing him by the hips as he gasps. “You’re not applying yourself.” He starts to say something, but the words don’t form as I pull his pants down, his face flushing.

“Dad, what are you—“ he starts, but lets out a surprised squeak as i pull his underwear down, palm coming up to rest on his plush cunt.

“You—h.. need to learn your lesson.. you’re gonna take what I give you,” I grumble, before dipping my head down. Before he can even speak, my tongue is invading his pretty, tight hole. He whines out as I curl it inside of him and grip his thighs.

“That feels— weird—“ he stammers before whining out again as i start to rub his clit at the same time, making him shake and writhe. I pull my tongue out from his hole and slowly run it up his cunt before starting to suck on his clit hard, relentlessly. He starts babbling about how ‘it’s too much, it’s too much,’ but i don’t give a shit. Brat needs to learn his lesson somehow.