My Son

I woke up to my son sucking on my balls and cum flowing out of my dick, all over his face and into his mouth. Damn. The kid was a pig. No one had ever made me do something like that before, no matter how exhausted I was. I was having a hard time believing he was getting my dick so deep in his mouth, on top of trying to figure out just how much energy this kid still had in him.

He looked up at me, smiling as he spit some of my cum all over my still hard dick, then climbed on top of it. The fucker was acting like he owned me. “I was so tempted to tie you up again, to be honest.”

I wanted so hard to deny how much he owned me. But even thinking of that made me want to fuck him even more.

He noticed me waking up even before I was sorting out where all this was.

“Thanks for sending the pics to Uncle Eric, dad.” And the fucker was laughing.

I was even more confused. How could he have known that? I was still trying to get myself woken up, as the fucker milked one more load out of my aching dick, right into his warm hole.

“Damn. I do love you, dad.”

I was moaning almost uncontrollably, but I had to get my head around this, no matter how much I loved how much of my dna was flowing into him. “What are you talking about son? Damn. How do you have such endless energy?”

He laughed some more. “Well,” he cockily started out. “I guess I totally missed Uncle Eric calling me, cause I sure as hell didn’t send him pictures of my own ass. Hope I don’t need to explain that to anyone…”

Fuck. I had picked up my son’s phone? And then I remembered how Eric was giving me grief as if he wasn’t recognizing my voice. But hold it. I was still confused.

“Eric was calling you?”

He was having way too much fun here. And god only knows how the net effect of that was to keep me horny, if not get me hornier still.

“Dad. Give me some credit. I did my homework. And of course that included talking to your brother. I just didn’t realize how friendly he would be. Or how hot his boys are. You should just be glad I’m so addicted to you.”

And of course that got me plotting, all over again. Two can play at this game. And I knew my son could not possible know how diabolical my brother could be. So as my evil mind started spinning, the fucker fell on top of me and started kissing.

And there he had me yet again. I kept trying to tell myself I must have been kissed that passionately before. The kid’s actual dad had to have kissed me at least that deeply. He can’t really already have better skills that his dad, right?

And his tongue went even more deeply into my helplessly open mouth. Fuck. I’m not even sure my ass had ever been fucked like he was now fucking my mouth with his tongue, even spitting my own cum into my mouth and licking it all over my tongue, as I could feel his dick throbbing.

And almost effortlessly he lifted my ass and drove his dick in. Shit. Was he raping me? Is there any way at all I could claim this was rape?

But the kid was so damn skillful all I could do was moan and let him spread my legs and breed me. I felt like I was trying so hard to hide how deeply he was owning me, but I finally gave up, almost crying from the pleasure he was driving so deep into me.

My still hard dick leaked cum as he filled me with his seed, at the same time his tongue continued to fuck my hungry mouth. I had never felt like such a bottom in my whole life, as I surrendered entirely to his control.

And I couldn’t hide a damn thing from him, as he backed off, looked into my eyes so deeply that I felt like he might as well fuck them too, as he hugged me so carefully and tightly: “I love you so much, Dad.”

I couldn’t figure out whether I should respond or not. But my damn heart was pounding so hard that I was sure I wasn’t hiding anything from him at all.

I tried to stop breathing so hard. I tried to calm my heart down. I tried to figure out how all of this had just happened. Even more intensely than last night.

He pierced my soul with his beautiful blue eyes. I was so fucked. Such a terrible father. So powerless.

I worked to get my breath. I could swear he was almost ready to go again.

I held him back as best as I could. “Damn. If this is puppy love you have to be a fucking Great Dane.”

He smiled. Such a beautiful smile. I wanted Eric to abuse him somehow. I wanted him to myself even more. I was so fucking confused.

And so satisfied. As he bit my left nipple and laid his head on my chest.

I rubbed my fingers through his beautiful hair.

This could not be my fault.

My heart continued to pound, although more slowly and more deeply than before.