Story Components: gay incest, perceived non-con, May/December, dirty talk
AN: You may have seen this story on the website Literotica. I'm in the process of moving my original fiction from that site to here. I have made some edits to this story so it flows better as well. I hope you enjoy!
Trent pulled off the thick veiny
cock with a slurp and watched as it sagged downward towards the muscular thighs
of the man that owned it. It was getting harder and any minute now it would be
the rigid feast he was so familiar with. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this,
sucking on this cock while the man slept, but he was so addicted now. Once he
realized he could suck to his heart’s content and not wake up the man he had
taken to doing this at least twice a week. His green eyes slid over to look at
the clock on the nightstand: 2:37 am. He still had a little more time to
indulge.
The
man felt his cock bob to the side when it was released. Again. It was happening
again. And like every other night this has happened, when the sweet pull of
lips around his member woke him up, he played like he was still sleeping and
allowed it to happen. He knew it was wrong, this late night molestation.
Seduction. But he couldn’t help it, not with the sensations that mouth could put
his body through. He should have put his foot down that first night. When he
woke up with a gasp and squinted just enough to see his handsome 19 year old
son between his thighs, bobbing away at his pipe like it was a carnival prize.
But he hadn’t. He had been too shocked at first to speak and the hesitation
allowed time for him to realize that his son was a natural born cocksucker. It
was the best he had ever had. Even his wife (rest her soul) couldn’t suck him
off like that even with all her years of practice. So now, two months into his
son’s bizarre night time fetish he still selfishly indulged himself.
Trent
licked his lips and looked down at his father. He couldn’t believe what had
become of himself. He had never been this lusty and cock hungry before. He
pushed his longish black hair back and bent back down and took the tip between
his lips again. He thought back to that first night, when he had boldly touched
his father and found himself enraptured.
Trent
had been visiting for the summer. He had moved out when he was 17 to a small
apartment closer to the beach. His father hadn’t really wanted him to go, but
with Trent being a well-rounded and respectable boy he knew he could trust him
to take on this responsibly. He had moved away a town over and with his dad’s
busy schedule and him getting ready for senior year they had been too occupied
to really see each other, though they talked on the phone every day.
Trent
loved his father. Steven was a well-known businessman in his city, kind and
honest. Most people thought him to be a conservative man with the perfect
family. His wife was respected as well while she was alive. Her sudden death
from a car accident had rocked their inner circle. Trent had been ten at the
time and her death had brought him closer still to his father. As he became
older and their conversations became more adult oriented, talking about work
and money and the like, Trent began to look at Steven in a new light. Trent
already knew his father was handsome, at six foot two and with a great physique
most of the women in their professional group of acquaintances could barely
contain their giggles when Steven would look at them. With his bright blue eyes
and smile warmly showing off a row of perfect teeth and deep dimples in each
cheek. He recalled hearing his mother tell him not to color over the gray at
his temples. She said it made him look distinguished and more handsome. He
didn’t understand until he was 18 and his father colored over it, it did change
his face and he had taken it upon himself to tell him not to do it again. His
father had laughed and agreed.
Trent
came to visit one weekend on the fly. It was last minute and he left from work
on Friday and drove the hour to his dad’s. He didn’t call, he wanted to
surprise him. When he got there his father was cutting the grass. He was
shirtless and the sheen of sweat had defined every muscle of his broad smooth
chest. His dark nipples were jutting out and looked suddenly inviting. The
tight jeans looked great as they stretched over his firm ass. Trent knew his
father was handsome, but this was the moment that he realized he was sexy as
well. That entire visit he caught himself looking at his father. When he went
back home he had a dream his father was holding him down and rubbing his cock
against his. When he woke up he was so turned on that when he gripped his cock
he instantly started to come.
He
tried to slake his desire for his father by meeting up with older men at the
local gay bar. While the sex had been awesome, every single time he wound up
imagining it was his father. When the last encounter ended with him calling out
‘Daddy!’ during orgasm he knew he had to do something about his attraction.
During
the next visit he worked on just being Steven’s son and not looking at him with
lust. It was working for a while and he was confident he could get over his
desire. However, when his father came into the kitchen Sunday morning, still
groggy, with a morning wood that was tenting his pajamas to near bursting he
knew it was over. He wanted that cock and be damned everything else. He went
home that evening and masturbated multiple times to the thought of his father’s
bulge.
He
couldn’t wait to go back the next weekend. This time he indulged and looked at
his father every chance he got. He even boldly masturbated in the shower.
Saturday was the turning point. He woke up in the middle of the night to take a
piss and he could hear very faint sounds coming from his father’s room. He tip
toed over to the door and noticed it wasn’t closed all the way. He couldn’t see
inside so he took the risk and pushed it open just a bit more. His eyes grew wide
when he saw his father at his computer desk, naked, with that glorious dick in
his hands, watching porn on his laptop.
Trent figured his dad watched
the stuff, without his wife and his refusal to date it was natural that he had
to do something about his libido, but seeing it for real, seeing his cock hard
and leaking at the tip sent Trent into a tailspin. He almost kicked open the
door, ran to him and sucked him down like a starving man. In fact he had to
grip the side of the door-frame to force himself to stay. His eyes scanned to
see what video his dad was watching. There were two men and a busty woman. They
had her pinned between them, one cock in her pussy and one cock down her
throat. She had tears in her eyes, but was handling the duel pounding like a
champ. The scene wasn’t one that would turn him on, but the guys were hot,
muscular with dark hair, just like his dad. What he wouldn’t give to take the
woman’s place…
The
scene changed and he heard his dad groan and the sound sent shivers down his
spine and blood to his cock. In the new scene the woman was on her back, one
man plowing into her and calling her names like ‘slut’ and ‘bitch’, while the
other man sat beside them. Suddenly the man pulled out of her pussy and the
other man bent down and started to go to town on his cock. Sucking the female’s
juices off the erection with gusto. Trent’s eyes went wide and he heard his
father whisper ‘just like that’ and his eyes snapped over to watch his father
again. Steven had leaned forward and was pumping his cock faster and licking
his lips. His eyes were glued to the two men. Trent thought he must be
dreaming. Surely his conservative father wasn’t getting off on the gay moment
between the two guys! He looked back and the man was still sucking away at his
buddy’s cock. Trent’s own dick was so hard right then it was almost painful. He
turned and rushed to the bathroom to jerk off. He had to stay in there longer
than he would have liked, waiting for his erection to abate so he could pee.
Finally
free of the toilet he walked back to his dad’s room. The porn was gone, but the
laptop was still open, the screensaver glowing just enough for him to see that
his father was sprawled on the bed sleeping, still naked. At first he didn’t
move, he just took deep breaths and stared at his dad’s beautiful member. It
was thick and unlike his it was cut. It was still semi hard too. When the beast
jumped Trent pushed the door open and walked inside, mesmerized by the pure
power of the thing.
He
gently lowered himself to the bed and picked up his dad’s hot shaft and before
he could change his mind took a quick lick of the tip. It was salty, tasting of
his father’s ejaculation and he loved the flavor. He took the whole tip onto
his mouth and sucked. He only did so for a few minutes then he quickly rushed
from the room. In his haste he didn’t even notice he had left the door open.
Steven had opened his eyes then and rubbed his hand over his cock, it was still
wet from his son’s mouth. He didn’t know what had gotten into Trent, but he was
aware of just how good that had felt. He had gotten up, shut the door and put
on his pajamas. Perhaps as his father he should have some sort of talk with his
son about incest and how wrong it was, but truthfully he had taken to
fantasizing about his hot boy for a couple of years now so it would be too
hypocritical. So when morning came around and Trent wasn’t acting strange he
didn’t bother.
College
and a job promotion made it increasingly difficult for the men to see each
other and the incident was all but forgotten by Steven. Until two months ago,
when Trent finally come to visit after taking a semester off, the strange incident repeated itself. With
his eyes closed Steven vowed to have a talk with his son in the morning about
it. He never did.
Now
two months later after countless times of waking up to his son’s lips around
his member Steven had a whole other talk he wanted to have with his son. Trent,
he assumed, in fear of waking his father never sucked him to completion. He
would give him this wonderful blow job then run away just as Steven’s climax
was building. At this point they both were so far down the hole with this that
he just wanted to come and fuck if it was wrong or not. When Trent did that
wonderful swirling maneuver with his tongue he loved so much he let out a moan
of approval, the first sound he’s ever made since this whole affair started.
Trent
froze, his green eyes shot up to look at his dad and he let out a whine when
they locked with Steven’s blue. He tried to pull away but Steven placed his
large hand on his son’s head and pushed him back down, even further than he had
went before. Trent gagged a bit and looked at his father in shock.
Steven
grunted, “If you’re gonna suck off a guy at least make him come. Damn,” he
smirked, “you look like a slut.”
Trent
didn’t think his eyes could become any wider but they did. He felt his father’s
cock jump in his mouth and he took a deep breath and wiggled his tongue. He was
already caught and clearly his father didn’t mind. He reached up and pushed his
dad’s hand away. He pulled off the cock with a loud pop, his saliva dripping
from his lips. He took a deep breath and gripped the base of his father’s
erection and began to pump it. It was slick from his spit, hot and the largest
vein was throbbing against his palm. Trent loved it. He tilted his head and slid
his tongue up the side of his dad’s firm member, following the pulsating vein
with the tip. When he reached the underside of the cockhead he flicked his
tongue over it until precum beaded at the tip. He took the precum between his
lips and sucked it directly from the slit. He looked up at his father and was
pleased to see the older man panting in pleasure.
Steven
took his cock and yanked it away from Trent’s lips, “How many cocks have you
sucked to get this good son?" As he asked he was smearing his precum and his
son’s saliva all over Trent’s lips with the tip of his dick.
“I
lost count,” Trent panted out trying to capture the cockhead with his mouth and
looking like a baby bird grasping at a worm.
“Fuck,”
Steven moaned, “you are a slut.”
Trent
shivered at the language. He nodded as he gave up on the head and lowered
himself to suck on Steven’s heavy balls.
“Yeah
that’s it, put my sac in your mouth,” Steven gripped Trent’s hair with his
other hand and shoved his face closer, “tease me all these months…I’m coming
tonight you know. Gonna use you like the cum dump you apparently are,” he let
out a growl before he forced his son’s head up and back down onto his cock.
Trent
was still in a bit of shock, he never knew his father could speak like that! It
was exciting though and it made him lap at his father’s cock with renewed
vigor. He must have been doing something right because Steven began to buck his
hips, thrusting up into his son’s mouth faster and faster.
“Fucking
open up,” Steven demanded as he got to one elbow so he could see his son
better, “take my cock down your whore throat and love it!” He continued to
skull fuck his son, loving the gagging noises he forced him to make. When he
finally released Trent the boy pulled off with a gasp for air and shining tear
filled eyes, “Get naked son.”
Trent
scrambled from the bed and obeyed. He was soon standing at the foot of the bed,
naked, his uncut penis hard, his purple cockhead peeking out from the flesh
just a little and leaking from the one eye. Steven scooted closer so he could
get a good look at his son.
“Unlike
you son, I’m not a whore, I’ve never touched a cock other than mine before.
Always wanted to though,” Steven took his son’s member in hand and smirked. He
was so far gone and overcome with pleasure that he didn’t care what happened
tonight, “It’s about as thick as mine. Your mom wanted you uncut,” he reached
up with his other hand and tugged on the foreskin, “I didn’t care either way,
but looking at it now…it’s kinda sexy,” he pushed his finger in the pocket
between the skin and the cockhead and rubbed it up and down. He could hear his
son whimpering above him, the tip spit out more precum, “can you believe I made
this cock,” he glanced up with a wicked grin, “shot my cum up your mother’s
cunt and made this cock,” then he moved his finger and began to flick the wet
opening with the tip of his tongue.
Trent
was shivering, his legs felt weak and he thought he might fall. He looked down
and watched his handsome dad lick his tip. He had to grip his father’s
shoulders for support when Steven pressed his tongue alongside the foreskin and
head, just like he did with his finger, and started to wiggle it mercilessly.
Trent was panting now, his asshole twitching with the need to be filled.
“D-dad…fuck…too
much,” he pleaded.
“Mmm,”
his father pulled away, “no, not enough,” he wrapped his lips around the
foreskin and tugged it until Trent was gasping for breath and precum dribbled
nonstop from the cockhead. He let the skin go then reached up and pinched it
together and pulled. Covering the head of his son’s dick as he twisted and
rubbed the foreskin together.
Trent’s
legs buckled a little and his father smacked his ass then told him to get on
the bed on his hands and knees. Trent did and his father positioned himself
behind him and pulled his ass cheeks apart. His rosebud was wrinkled and
opening and closing like a panting mouth.
“Did
you lose count on how many cocks been up this ass of yours?” Steven asked as he
took his index finger and rubbed the opening, watching get a little bit wider.
“Dad!
Shit,” Trent gasped, “yes! Oh God that feels good!”
“I’m
just rubbing it!” Steven chuckled, “You’ve had so much cock it’s that sensitive
now? Just like a slutty cunt this is hmm?” He pressed his finger in only to
feel his son clamp down on it, “Fuck it’s still tight though,” without warning
he removed his finger and licked the puckered hole. Trent whined and Steven
licked his lips, “You want me to play with it don’t you?”
“Yes,
please,” Trent was trembling in anticipation now.
“Tell
me what you want.”
“I
want you to play with it.”
“No,”
Steven started to rub the opening again, “tell me what you want.”
Trent
bit his lip, “Um…I want to feel…um…your tongue again.”
“Don’t
be modest,” his dad reached down and pulled on Trent’s loose foreskin again,
“you were an eager cockwhore when you thought I was asleep. I never was by the
way. You’ve been sucking me off for months and I’ve been well aware and loving
it.”
Trent
looked back, “What the fuck-“
Steven
spanked his ass, “Don’t cuss at me slut! Now tell me,” he tugged on the
foreskin again until Trent was moaning loudly in pleasure, “what do you want!”
“I just did!” Trent cried, “Please please Dad! Lick my ass with your tongue! Eat me out! Please!”
“I just did!” Trent cried, “Please please Dad! Lick my ass with your tongue! Eat me out! Please!”
“I
only eat out pussy…” Steven smirked and released his son’s cock.
Trent
was taking deep breaths and when he realized his father hadn’t began he groaned
in frustration and said, “Daddy, please, eat out my pussy. My boycunt is hungry
for your tongue. Suck it, lap it up. Please hurry!”
Steven’s
cock twitched at hearing his son’s lewd words and as he bent his head to lick
him again his member started to leak onto the bed. That thick vein on the side
pulse quickened as more blood rushed to his engorged rod, making it hard as
steel. Steven ate out his son quickly, eager to plow into his ass with his dick
now that they crossed a line never to return. He used his fingers to pry his
son open more, his hole was gaping now and easy for him to push his tongue in
and swirl it around. It was hot in there, tasty and smelled of hot man musk and
sex. Steven smacked his lips, “What now boy?”
“Fuck
me!” Trent had lowered his forehead to the bed, “Now! Fuck my ass!” He got a
hard slap to his buttocks, “Oh God! Ugh, my pussy! Fuck my horny pussy!”
Steven
got up to his knees, “Turn around, get me wet and ready again.”
Trent
was quick to comply, turning around and descending on his father’s cock with a
long moan. Steven just gripped the side of his son’s head and began to face
fuck him again until Trent was crying and gagging on his girth. He threw him
off, his cock dripping wet and told him to turn back around.
“I’m
going to slam into this used pussy and have my way with you, fucking
cockwhore,” Steven grabbed his son’s round butt cheeks and pried him apart then
lining up he snapped his hips and drove in. He started up a quick pace and
didn’t let up even when his son was asking for him to slow down.
Trent
cried out, but he had been fucked enough times that it didn’t take too long for
his body to adjust and him to enjoy the brutal pounding. He dug his fingers
into the sheets and spread his legs wide.
“Yes
Daddy! Like that! Deeper!” He cried out, tears of pleasure in his eyes.
“You’re
mine now slut!” Steven began to spank his son, “No more cock but Daddy’s is
allowed up this cunt!”
“Yes!
Okay!” Trent was gasping for air, moaning and whimpering, “Oh fuck that feels
good!”
“You’re
tight, like your Mom,” Steven groaned, “your cunt tasted better though!”
Trent bit his bottom lip and began to climax into the sheets below him. Steven felt his ass milking his cock and he shivered in delight, “Yeah, come you little whore, you cumbucket little bitch. Squeeze my cock till I fill you up. Shoot my load like I did all those years ago to make you! You slut, you incest loving cock whore! Take it! Now!” He climaxed as well, crying out Trent’s name as he filled him up to the brim. He kept pounding though, frothing up his cum until it was leaking out the sides of his son’s well fucked asshole.
Trent bit his bottom lip and began to climax into the sheets below him. Steven felt his ass milking his cock and he shivered in delight, “Yeah, come you little whore, you cumbucket little bitch. Squeeze my cock till I fill you up. Shoot my load like I did all those years ago to make you! You slut, you incest loving cock whore! Take it! Now!” He climaxed as well, crying out Trent’s name as he filled him up to the brim. He kept pounding though, frothing up his cum until it was leaking out the sides of his son’s well fucked asshole.
When
Steven released his grip on Trent’s hips his son sank to the bed, limp and
satisfied. Steven rubbed his still hard cock and smiled as he saw his son
sprawled in the mess they had both made. He leaned down and pushed his son’s
legs apart.
“Oh
God Dad no. No more,” Trent whispered, “I can’t.”
“Shut
the fuck up,” Steven said and slapped his boy’s ass. The action caused some of
his cum to squirt out. He pushed both index fingers inside of him, ignored his
son’s whiny protest and pulled him open. He could see his own cum painting the
insides of his son’s body, bubbling in places and oozing out slowly.
Steven
took his tongue and scooped out a nice amount and swallowed, “Mmm, your pussy
tastes better with cum in it,” he placed his lips over it and began to suck his
son clean.
Trent
was trembling again, overloaded on sensations, but loving just how filthy his
father turned out to be. With his vulgar language, brutal fucking style and now
this lapping up of his own cum Trent realized he had hit the jackpot with his
father.
Steven
took one nice long suck from his son’s ass before he sat up and lined up his
cock again. He heard his son say no, but he just told him he’d love it and he
pushed in again. Trent was too weak to thrust back but his father didn’t seem
to mind fucking him while he was limp. In fact Steven loved that he had fucked
his son into oblivion. He had often done that to his wife. One night he fucked
her so good she actually passed out. He hated to admit it but it was thrilling
to continue to pump into her pussy even as she flopped around like a rag doll.
Now to be doing that to his son was an even greater pleasure.
Soon
Trent found that his body was tingling all over and his cock was trying to get
hard again. He began to moan and though he still couldn’t move he was now
asking for his father to drive deeper and to go a little faster.
“See,
told you you’d like it slut. Take my bull dick up your tiny little cunt and
love it!” Steven spread Trent’s legs wider, now his son looking even more
wanton and depraved. Like some washed up porn whore, “I’ll stir you up until
you can’t fucking walk anymore. Turn you inside out boy!”
“Yes,”
Trent whimpered, “tear my boycunt up! Fuck my pussy raw Dad!”
“You’re
gonna get it now boy!” Steven grabbed Trent’s waist and held him down as he
leaned over him and pistoned down into his spit and cum slick hole, “Damn this
cunt is so tight! It loves swallowing my rod. Like some cheap corner bitch!
Fuck here is comes son! Eat my cum!” He shot another load into his boy with a
primal yell, it splashed back onto his thighs and ran down Trent’s legs and
over his ball sac. His son’s spent cock twitched a little in arousal but
couldn’t get it up anymore.
Steven
finally collapsed beside his son. Trent’s eyes were closed, but he wasn’t
passed out. Steven ran his fingers through his son’s dark hair, “Wow boy, your
body is the best.”
Trent
hummed then whispered, “It’s yours now…all I want is your cock.”
“Good,
that’s the way I want it too,” Steven closed his eyes, “you’re sleeping here
tonight so I can fuck you first thing in the morning.”
“Yes
sir.”
“Sir?”
Steven smiled, “Damn son, I like the sound of that.”
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