#soncon

Coming home to see Dad fucking big bro. Big bro is so flustered and as dad covers his mouth. Dad is being so mean on his poor hole! Right on the couch with no worry that someone like his daughter can walk in. Dad has him in the prettiest full Nelson exposing that needy tdick. Dad's moans are heard all around the house, I could even hear them when I walked to the door.

I close the door behind me and I can feel my big brothers eyes on me. I smirk at him and shrug as I make my way to the other couch. Plopping down and getting comfortable as I watch them. Finally dad uncovers big brothers mouth, get out! He grunts, mhm no I think I'll watch. I smile, you're a bitch. I'm not the one who's getting fucked by Dad, I scuff. Finally getting put in your damn place, I roll my eyes and grab my phone. Dad doesn't even bother with our banter he is so used to our arguing. I'll fucking get you, big brother gasps when Dad sits him completely down on his cock. Slapping his dick before making him ride him.

"It's okay, sweet boy, just watch your puppy show," as I pull him back against me so I can pant and grunt into his neck.

"No, it's okay, kiddo. You can trust dad, I'll never hurt you. Look, I'll make you feel better, I promise." Sliding my hand from his waist to the waistband of his boxers to feel the wet spot and touch him through the fabric.

My boy twitching a little, leaning against me and sucking on his fingers while he watches the show. Moaning and panting, starting to push his hips forward against my fingers in a desperate need to feel it closer.

Kiddo beginning to mumble, "dad, dad, dad, feels so good, mmmh." He's talking around his fingers, spit sliding down his wrist and chin, eyes fluttering closed with how good I'm making him feel.

Laying my son down on his back like I've done his whole life, his crib to his toddler bed, to his big boy bed. At some point he stopped needing me to lay him down to sleep in his bed, but he's pliable now as he lies on his back and his legs spread open.

He looks so beautiful with his spit soaked fingers and chin, perfect boytits under his sleep shirt, and I pull his boxers down to reveal his soaking wet cunt. I don't hesitate to climb on top of my boy and slide my cock into him.

"Dad, it hurts!" My boy cries out, but I can't stop now. I'm going to fill my son with my cum, and if he behaves, his older brother can come and clean him up.

"Just, watch your show kiddo, just tell dad all about Bluey and Bandit. Just be a good puppy boy for me, there's a good boy," and then I'm fucking my kid desperately.

***

"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."

“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.