My son, the perfect Bottom

Chapter 2

Louis

My Dad has always been my hero. 

When I was little, I always ran to him when I got hurt or hid behind his legs when I was scared. I had always loved spending time with him and he was never short of ideas about what we could do together. 

Even when I hit puberty and wasn't able to share his and my brother's excitement for sport or women, he never treated me differently than them and it really helped me to overcome my insecurities. 

My Dad always made me feel loved and safe and I knew that there was nothing that would change his unconditional love for me. 

But as I grew older and started to explore my sexuality, I realized that my feelings towards my Dad overstepped the boundaries that were supposed to exist between family members. I got my first boner from looking at my Dad and reached my first orgasm thinking about him. Everytime I woke up from a steamy dream with my sheets soiled it was because my father was the star in them. 

I really tried to control my urges, to watch porn or think about something else when I got horny, but I only managed to come when my Dad was creeping into my mind. 

Trying to suppress my sexual longing towards the man that raised me would probably have been easier if I wouldn't have fallen in love with him too. 

We spend a lot of time together hanging out in the workshop and going to our diner afterwards or helping him cook when I wasn't able to visit him at work. He always allowed me to cuddle him in front of the TV and always made the effort to tell me how proud he was of me for doing good in school. 

My Dad was a huge man with broad shoulders and big hands and his smile was the most contagious one I’ve ever seen, especially in combination with his beautiful blue eyes. He had brown hair and a beard in the same color. He still worked out a lot, so he barely lost any of the muscles he had gained in his time with the army. 

This man was sex on legs, which didn't make it any easier for me at all. 

Especially since I wasn't the only person realizing this. All the women in our neighborhood secretly swooned over him and it was hard to suppress the urge to vomit everytime I catched one of them undressing him with their eyes. 

My Mom didn't really know about it since she worked a lot and barely spend more than a few days in a row at our house without having to leave for some conference or some other event out of the country. She always made a point to be there for the important days though, like our birthdays or christmas and it was always very nice with her in the house. 

Dad always supported her, he never complained about her being away so much and he always tried his best to give her a nice time when she was at home. 

I couldn't say the same. It was already hard watching other women lusting for my dad and it was even harder to see him with the woman he had loved his whole life. To see them kiss and cuddle and laugh together. It was hard to see him do all of that with someone else, especially when said someone else was my own damn mother. 

It was so fucked up and I slipped into a very bad mindset of selfloathing. I cried myself to sleep a lot and took care of my boners with disgust. 

One night I tried to distract myself by meeting someone else, someone I could have a normal relationship with. I wasn't outed yet so I had to be careful, but I happened to be invited to a party and decided to go there and hope to find someone who maybe was interested to mess around a little bit. 

To my surprise it didn't took me long until someone ground his dick into my ass on the dancefloor and soon I was pressed against the wall in someone's bedroom, the dude's tongue down my throat. 

But then he whispered “Do you want Daddys dick in your tight ass?” in my ear and I panicked. There was only one Daddy that was allowed to talk dirty to me and to put his hands on my body. And it sure as hell wasn’t this wannabe Daddy with an Alpha complex.

I tried to push him away, but he wouldt budge, he was trying to open my pants and lift my shirt and nothing I did was causing him to step away. Until suddenly he did with a loud curse. When I turned around, hurriedly trying to close my pants, this girl from my class was grabbing the guy by his hair, while threatening to cut his balls off, should he ever try that shit again. 

That was how Mona became my best friend. And one night a year later, after we had a few beers, I told her about my forbidden feelings, how much I hated myself for them and nothing was able to stop my longing for the man that had raised me. 

And because Mona is one heck of a friend, she didn't judged me for it at all. She held me when I cried, let me rant to her as much as I wanted and she even got me two huge dildos for my seventeenth birthday with the side remark that they would help me take my Dads dick when I turned eighteen. 

After Mona and I became friends we hung out a lot, mostly at my house since it was nearer to our school and for some reason she was convinced that my Dad’s behavior towards me had changed. She couldn't stop blabbing about how he looked at me differently or become more touchy with me ever since Allan had left for college, but I was sure that if there was some change in his behavior it was just because he was sad about his son leaving. Soon Mike would leave too and then I would be the last one at home, so he was probably just glad to be able to have me living with him for a few more years until his house would be empty. 

But then I felt his boner - his huge boner, I thought it was his arm at first - poke me in the back when we were cuddling on the sofa. And it wouldn't just stay at this one time, it would happen almost all the time we were cuddling. 

Mona freaked out when I told her, telling me this was the evidence that she has been right all the time, but I still wasn't convinced. There was no way that my Dad, this perfect man, would do something as disastrous as falling in love with his own son. 

But Mona was set on bringing us together. She made me ask my Dad for a vacation with just the two of us after my mom had told me she wouldn't be able to make the time for that this summer and after Dad and I had booked our trip to Hawaii, Mona dragged me through the mall, making me buy the tiniest bathing suits I have ever seen, along with some other slutty clothes. 

Before Dad and I left, she gave me a package with a wink and told me to open it when our plan had worked out. 

I was still very skeptical about everything and scared shitless that I would ruin what I had with my Dad forever, but when Mona was set on something she wouldn't budge, so I stuffed the package in my suitcase and a few hours later Dad and I were sitting next to each other on a plane to Hawaii. 

I put my hand in his big one, because I knew how much he hated flying and tried to calm my stupid little heart down for the rest of the flight. 

The resort was beautiful, but I couldn't concentrate on it because I was getting scared shitless. 

This was a bad idea. I shouldn't have agreed to Mona's crazy ideas. My Dad was a married man. He was in love with my mom. There was no way in hell he would ever cheat on her, especially not with his own son. 

Soon we arrived at our room and my legs grew weak when I saw the double bed. I knew it was a great opportunity to cuddle with dad during the night, but my sick mind was already picturing all the other things I wanted us to do on this bed. 

We decided to rest a little in our room, before we went to the pool. So while Dad was reading a book, I was texting Mona. 

Me: Fuck, Mona, I really can’t do this. I will ruin everything I have with him and then he will throw me out and I will never see him again. 

Mona: You need to stop panicking. And then you need to trust me with this. Imagine how it would be if everything went well. You would spend the rest of the week fucking like rabbits with the man of your dreams. 

Mona: I think you should pull your move today. The longer you wait, the more you will freak out and then you will end up not doing it. 

Mona: Just try flirting with him a bit. See how he reacts and then you can still decide to not do it. 

We chatted a bit, but in the end she convinced me. I would at least try. Just the possibility of losing my virginity to my Dad like I had always dreamed motivated me enough to put Mona's plan into action. So while Dad went to the bathroom to change into his swimming trunks, I searched for the tiny red bathing suit that made my ass look the biggest as Mona had told me. 

And the way Dad’s eyes popped out of his head when he opened the bathroom door was the most satisfying sight ever. It gave me enough courage to ask him to put sunscreen on my back after we had settled on some loungers by the pool and he even let me put some on his muscular back too. 

A few hours later we enjoyed a very nice dinner at the restaurant and since I didn't wanted the evening to end yet, I asked him if we could go to a bar. 

Half an hour later we were sitting on some comfy chairs by a window with a nice view of the beach when a fine looking gentleman came to our table. I almost had a heart attack when he asked for my number, while my Dad was sitting at the same freaking table. I declined, telling him I was here with my father and therefore not interested in meeting anyone. Both he and my Dad probably didn't understand it in the way I had meant it though. 

But what made my pants immediately tighten was the dark look my Dad was sending his way. My Dad was protective over me and I never wanted to drop on my knees and suck his dick more. 

It got even better when over the next two hours three more men came to our table and Dad began clenching his jaw and murdering them with his eyes, every time they would smile at me and ask me for any contact information. 

I still wasn’t sure about his feelings towards me, but after Mona's nagging and Dad’s behavior today I was sure I would never have more courage than now. 

So when we were walking along the beach, back to the hotel, I called him out on his actions in the bar. 

“I liked that you were protective over me”

Dad looked at me and I felt my cheeks turning pink. 

“Yeah?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“I thought I was being an overprotective dick, but I’m glad you are not mad at me.”

That made me laugh. I could never be mad at him, especially not when he was overprotective, that just made me want to ravish him even more. 

“You know you can talk to me about stuff like that, right?”, he asked me. 

“What do you mean?”

“Like dating and relationships … and sex.” 

I knew I could talk with him about all that stuff - and I wanted, I was actually about too. It was just hard to talk about all those things with the person you want to do all of that - especially when said person was your own dad. 

“I know”, I answered, just to let him know I truly trusted him.

And then I just couldn't wait anymore. I needed to know if there was just a slight chance that he would want me back in the same way I wanted him, so I gripped his hand and when he turned around, surprised by my actions I pressed my lips on his and then he was kissing me back.

And I melted.  

It could've been minutes or hours later when we finally moved apart, but I was still holding onto him, afraid he would now scream at me. 

There were tears in his eyes and then he was smiling and softly stroking my cheek. 

“You don’t know how long I was dreaming about that”, was all he said, before he was pulling me in for another kiss. 

This time he put his hands under my butt, making me wrap my legs around his waist. Gone was the nagging voice in my head or my anxiety, all that I knew was that I never wanted for this moment to be over. 

“I was dreaming about it longer”, I eventually gasped between kisses, making him chuckle against my lips. 

“We will have to talk about that later”, he said, lowering me onto my feets again, only to put his arm around my waist when my legs were giving out under me. 

“Maybe we should go back to our room.” 

I could only nod, still comprehending what had just happened. I just made out with my Dad. The man of my dreams, my first love. And we were about to go into our hotel room. 

As soon as we stepped into the room, Dad had my legs wrapped around his waist again, with my back pressed to the wall. He kicked the door shut with his foot, while his tongue was playing with mine. 

“You taste so damn sweet”, he moaned between our kisses. 

While our tongues were discovering each other's mouths, I was pulling his shirt over his head and he had to let go of me really quick, while I was steadying myself against the wall. 

God, he was so unbelievably hot. His muscular stomach, his broad shoulders, his round pecs. There was a cute happy trail, that along with those sexy V-muscles were nicely inviting me into his pants. 

He was kissing my throat now, with tiny licks in between and I would have been embarrassed about how loud I was moaning, if I wouldn't have been distracted by way more important things. Like the huge bulge between his legs pressing against mine. 

“Dad”, I moaned after some time, his hand now under my T-Shirt on their way to my nipples. 

“Dad, wait”, I gasped. 

He pulled his head back, his eyes full with worry. 

“I uhm…”, I stuttered. God this was more embarrassing than I thought. 

“I need to uh… prepare myself.”

His eyes widened. 

“Oh.”

We were staring at each other for a few seconds - me blushing, he a little overwhelmed. 

“Do you need me to help you?”

My answer came fast. 

“NO!” 

I didn't really want him to help me with that. 

“Okay. Then I’ll just wait here. Call me if you need me”, he answered and stepped back to let me back down. 

My legs were still a little bit wobbly, but I wanted to get over with this as fast as possible, so we could finally get to the fun part - the sex. 

I knew how to prepare myself, so it thankfully didn't take me long until I stepped out of the bathroom - freshly showered and with a clean butthole, which was greedily clenching at the thought of what was about to happen. 

Dad was laying on his side of the bed, just in his underwear and was looking at me with lustful eyes. 

“Gosh, you’re so beautiful”, he said while reaching for me when I stepped in front of the bed completely naked. 

He pulled me on top of him and in a nice, deep kiss. 

“I know it might be too late for that question, but are you sure that you want to do this?”

I nodded. 

"I'm sure, Dad. I've been dreaming about giving my virginity to you for a long time now”, I whispered while tracing his right nipple with my finger.  

The way his eyes darkened sent a shiver down my spine. 

“You want me to take your virginity?”

I nodded and then moved to trace the outline of his nipple with my tongue. 

“Have you done … other things?”, he breathed out after letting out a low moan. 

I shaked my head no, before taking his nipple into my mouth. 

“Fuck Louis”, he moaned and then suddenly he was above me, with his Hand gripping my wirst and pressing them into the pillow over my head.  

“I want it to be good for you”, he said, moving his hips between my legs, “but as you might have felt I’m a little bigger. Do you think you can handle that? And don't say yes just because you don't wanna say no.”

He added the last part in his stern Dad voice and I felt my cock leaking at that, I think I even let a tiny moan out.  

“I practised.”

He raised an eyebrow. 

“I have two dildos. I was masturbating with them, thinking of you. They’re big”, I moaned. He was rotaning his hips slowly, making my hard shaft rub against his through his boxer. 

“So you’ve been a naughty boy, huh?”, he asked, playful, letting go of my wrists so he could take my nipples between his fingers and gently squeeze them.  

“Just for you Daddy, ughhhhh.”

“Daddy’s gonna have a lot of fun using your holes then”, he said and took my right nipple into his mouth. 

And I came. There wasn’t any warning, one second my shaft was throbbing on my stomach and the next second I was cumming with a high squeal. I would have been embarrassed if it hadn't been for Dad’s reaction. He stopped nibbling on my nipple and pulled back only to smile at me lustfully. 

“That was quite a sight”, he whispered and then dove right in to lick up every drop of semen that had landed on my chest. 

“You’re delicious”, he murmured after he finished and then pulled me in a kiss, just so I could taste for myself. 

Soon he was sucking on my left nipple and then pressed some tiny kisses along his way downwards. He stopped shortly to take the mushroomhead of my cock in his mouth, to skillfully swirl his tongue around, making me moan loudly, but didn't stay there long. After a few minutes he popped the tip of my length out of his mouth, lifted my legs and stared at my clenching hole, before he dove right in with a deep growl. 

He was kissing, licking and nibbling on my hole like his life depended on it and I couldn't stop moaning or thrashing around. At some point Dad had to grip my waist so I wouldn't move too much. He would groan while munching on my entrance, letting me feel the vibration against the soft skin. And then he pushed his tongue inside, pressing his face as deep as possible between my asscheeks, moaning as if he had just entered heaven. 

Well, I certainly did. My Dad was really fucking good at this and I knew he probably would be doing this forever, but as much as I enjoyed it too, I was even hungrier for something else. 

“Daddy, please”, I eventually managed to squeal between two moans. 

“What do you want me to do, Baby?”, he answered, lifting his head from between my legs, his lips swollen and glistening. 

His eyes were raging with lust right now and I knew that he was trying very hard to hold back and make this experience a good one for me.

“I want - I need your cock inside me,” I breathed, almost desperate. 

His lips widened into a smirk, while he was crawling back on top of me, never breaking eye contact like a predator hunting down his prey. It was giving me goosebumps in the best way possible and sent a shiver through my whole body. 

This man wanted to devour me and I was ready to give him everything he would ask for. 

He laid down between my legs, pressing his still dressed bulge against my pulsing cock, making me moan loudly, just so he could slip his very skilled tongue between my opened lips. He let me taste myself again while kissing me slowly while simultaneously playing with my nipples again. 

“Do you have lube baby?”, he eventually asked, just as breathless as I was. 

Speechless as I was, I nodded and gestured to my suitcase. He quickly got up and put the bottle onto the nightstand next to us. Then he was hovering over me again, letting me feel his warmth and muscles. 

“Do you want me to put on a condom?”, he whispered, between pressing kisses on my neck. 

“No, I want to feel you,” I gasped when he began to suck the skin on my throat into his mouth. 

He pulled back to inspect the red spot with a satisfied smile, “You’re marked as mine now, Baby”

Then he got up and opened the cab of the bottle to pour some of the liquid on his fingers. 

“It's gonna be a little cold at first,” Dad warned me, before reaching between my legs. 

I let out a surprised noise when I felt his cool fingers on my hole, but quickly relaxed while my father was skillfully massaging the sensitive skin around my entrance. 

But I suddenly got distracted by the sight of his gigantic cock peeking out of his underwear. I had dreamed about it a lot, how it would look and feel, so there was no other choice than to reach over and free the monster by pulling down his boxer only to be slapped in the face by a hot, pulsating, very delicious looking penis. 

The tip was glistening with precum and without even really thinking about it, I leant forward and took the mushroomhead in my mouth. I was immediately rewarded by Dad’s deep moan so I decided to show him what I had learned on my dildo and took his cock down my throat. At first I was gagging like crazy, cause his dick was even bigger than the dildos Mona got me, but I’m no quitter so I tried again and again and soon I was bobbing up and down, reaching deeper and deeper every time. 

Dad was a moaning mess, he even stopped playing with my hole and just stood there, keeping eye contact with me while I was having the time of my life taking his cock down my throat while working his shaft with my tongue.  

It was turning me on like crazy to be able to pleasure my Dad and my cock was dripping hard between my legs. 

But after a few minutes he was pulling away, putting his finger under my chin to make me look up at him. 

“You need to stop if you still want me to fuck you baby,” he said with his deep voice full of lust and then reached his lubed finger back to my entrance, making me moan loud when he suddenly pushed one finger inside. 

“So tight”, Dad mumbled. 

He sat down between my legs again and watched how his two, three and then four fingers slide in and out of me. I was a moaning mess again, playing with my own nipples after he had ordered me to do so. 

He was smiling down at me, massaging his own cock with his free hand. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful”, he said and pushed his fingers back inside again. This time he slightly changed the ankle, making my chest rise from the bed with a loud squeal when he hit that special spot deep inside me. 

“Yes, scream for Daddy, Baby Boy”, he whispered, his eyes dark with lust. 

He hit my spot a few more times, watching me moan beneath him and only stopped when my cock was throbbing hard, letting him know that I was about to cum again. 

Then he suddenly pulled his fingers out, making me whine at the emptiness they had left behind.  

“Shhh”, he softly whispered after he had leathered his cock with some more lube and wiped his fingers on a tissue. He was hovering above me again, flexing his biceps, while showering my face in tiny kisses. 

“You will feel full again very soon Baby,” he mumbled against my skin and moved his hips between my legs. “Just make sure to push out and try to relax as best as you can. And tell me if it hurts, so I can make the pain go away.”

I nodded and then felt his tip probe against my hole until he was pressing his lips on mine and was pushing inside with me moaning into our kiss. 

He had prepared my hole well, so his cock slid inside me, slow but steady and Dad groaned lowly into my mouth while pushing his length in my hole. I was getting stretched like never before, but the pain was sweet knowing it was coming from my Dad’s cock, the man that I loved more than anyone else in this world. 

When I felt his balls against my asscheaks Dad broke our kiss to smile at me. 

“Daddy’s inside you now”, he whispered and I had to grip the base of my cock so as to not come early again. 

“Fuck Dad”, I moaned, making him smile even wider. 

I could feel his cock pulsating inside me and it was probably the most satisfying feeling I had ever felt, I wanted to be stuffed with his cock all the time now. 

“You ready to get fucked?”, he grunted and I nodded, still savoring finally being full with my Dads penis. 

“This is gonna be hard and fast, Baby. Daddy is really fucking horny and I don’t think that I can go very long.”

“It’s okay, Dad. You can use me however you want.”

I had barely finished my sentence before he was slamming inside me. 

“Fuck!”, we both cursed at the same time and soon Dad was forcefully slamming inside me, puncturing my prostate and making me scream. The bed was hitting the wall every time he was pushing inside me, but neither of us cared. 

I was holding onto him as tight as I could, wanting to feel him as much as possible. I dug my nails deep into his skin with every push, but he didn't seem to care. He was busy grunting like a bear, licking every spot of skin he could reach. 

In this moment it was just us, filling the room with our noises, not caring who might hear us. He was working his length in and out of me, making me feel empty for a second to stretch me to my max the second after. 

His balls were slapping on my ass, reminding me that I would have to discover them with my mouth at some point and his arms were holding tightly onto me. 

“Daddy’s about to come '', grunted my Dad at some point, increasing the intensity of his thrusts even more. I wasn't far away from my release either so I clenched my hole around the thickness of his shaft. 

“Breed me Daddy”, I squealed, to make sure he would come inside me and a few seconds later he was slamming deep inside me, causing my cock to erupt in squirts all over my belly and chest while he was filling me with his warm seed deep inside. 

Dad crashed down onto me with a sigh and I began to dig my fingers into his hair. 

And then the realization hit me. I just had sex with my own fucking dad. 

He was laying on top of me, breathing hard, the sweat on his back glistening in the light of the room. His cock still inside me. 

“This was great Dad”, I eventually said, just to break the silence. He lifted his head to look at me. 

“Thank you”, I whispered, “I love you.”

I saw the tears in his eyes before he leant down to kiss me softly on my lips. 

“I love you too baby.”

And there never was a moment that I had been happier than right now. With a whispered declaration of love, joint in the most intimate way.