He’d been dreaming of this day for years. Ever since he found out that it was going to be a boy.
Of course he’d been ashamed at first. Who wouldn’t be? Fantasizing about fucking his own boy. He had tried everything to suppress his desires. Blocking them from his mind. Fucking his wife nightly, focusing on her, forcing himself to think of something–anything–else. But in the end, in the final moments before climaxing, it always came back to him, and he’d shoot inside her with the image of his little boy spread eagle on his little bed with his daddy’s cock buried deep inside him.
Eventually the shame had faded and he had begun to mentally indulge his fantasies. Masturbating over his baby boy as he slept. Absentmindedly rubbing himself as he watched his little boy playing on the carpet, images flashing through his head of just walking over and fucking the boy right there and then on the living room floor surrounded by his kid’s toys. Fucking his wife, he would imagine that her moans were really coming from his boy and that his wife’s loose cunt was really his son’s tight hole.
As the boy had gotten older, he had started getting more physically overt. No longer content with just masturbating over his sleeping boy, he would allow himself to climax. The site of his sleeping son, chest and face covered in his daddy’s cum would keep him hard as he would carefully clean up the mess. His touch lingering a bit too long, his fingers reaching a bit too low. Nor was he quite so absentminded as he rubbed himself while watching his son. His mind filled with hope that his son would catch him watching. Every now and then the boy would, and in those moments when his son happened to look over, he wouldn’t stop touching himself but would instead continue leering at the boy, giving his hard cock a few more slow rubs through his pants before acting like nothing was amiss. Even fucking his wife became part of the game. Always a little verbal, he starting ramping things up, loudly ordering her to spread her legs wider, telling her to take his cock more deeply into her pussy and to open herself up like the whore she was, among other lewd and dirty things. She enjoyed it but had tried to keep him quiet, warning him that their son might overhear. Stupid bitch. Of course their son would overhear. That was the point. It’s why he left their bedroom door ajar. He wanted his son to hear them. He wanted him to hear them and to get curious.
It had worked. He could still clearly remember the first night he had looked over at the bedroom door while fucking his wife and seeing his little boy standing there in his superhero pajamas. The unexpected sight was too much and he had cum instantly, filling his wife’s pussy with a huge load as he kept his eyes locked onto his son’s. He’d motioned to the boy to go back to the bedroom before his wife saw him and thankfully the little guy had obeyed. Once she had fallen asleep, he’d gotten up and gone to his son’s room. As he had been hoping, his son was lying in his bed still awake. He hadn’t bothered to put on clothes or to even clean up yet and had started getting hard again as he sat down on his son’s bed. The eroticism of sitting naked on his son’s little bed with his cock covered in cum and pussy juices almost overcoming his good sense. Keeping his libido in check, he had talked with his son about what his son had just seen them doing. Explained to him that it wasn’t a bad thing, just something that people who love each other very much do with each other. Then, just before the boy had fallen asleep he had asked his son if he wanted to know a secret. Of course the boy had nodded yes, so he had leaned down and whispered into his ear, “Daddy always thinks of you when he’s fucking mommy like that. You’re his special little boy and one day when you’re older, daddy wants to fuck you just like he fucks mommy. But you can’t tell anyone else, ok. It’s just our secret because you’re daddy’s special little boy. And if you ever wake up and hear us and want to watch, it’s ok. Daddy liked seeing you watching. You just have to be careful and not let mommy see you, ok. Mommy would get upset. Do you understand?” And his little boy had nodded yes and he had given his son what was intended to be a quick kiss goodnight, but his lips had lingered a bit longer than appropriate.
That had been years ago and his son had watched his parents fuck countless times since. It had been their special secret and after each time, he had gone naked into his son’s room. At first he’d just sit and talk with him. Later he would crawl into bed with him, initially side by side and then spooning, his hard sex-covered cock pressed into the crevasse of his son’s smooth ass as the boy drifted off to sleep. Occasionally at first, and with more regularity as time passed, he’d thrust his hips a few times, rubbing himself against his son’s bare skin, cumming for the second time in the night almost immediately.
Finally, tonight was the night. His boy’s big birthday. The night he was finally going to fuck his son. He’d showed his son how to finger his hole a few years earlier in preparation. Told him to practice lots so he’d be ready to be fucked. It would still be difficult he knew but he also knew it was something they both wanted. In what had become their routine, the night had started with him fucking his wife while his son watched from the hallway, his hands down between his legs, his fingers sliding in and out of his smooth hole in sync with his father’s thrusts. But tonight he had made it all about getting her off and he himself didn’t cum. No, now that he was finally going to get to fuck his son’s hole, he was done cumming in her sloppy cunt. His baby boy would be getting all of daddy’s seed from now on. Once she had fallen asleep, he had snuck off down the hall, naked as usual and his cock dripping with his wife’s juices. His boy was already waiting naked beside his childhood bed. As he approached, the boy turned towards the bed and leaned forward, pushing his ass out towards his father. Stepping up behind his son, he steadied his throbbing cock and pressed his cockhead against his son’s tight opening. As the realization of what was about to happen hit him, a shudder ran through his body and a large glob of pre-cum oozed out, wetting his son’s pre-lubricated hole. Slowly, gently, carefully he entered his son. The warm smoothness even tighter than he had imagined. Then, just as he had dreamt, a few whimpers of pain/pleasure escaped his sons lips sending another jolt through him and another glob of pre-cum into his son’s ass. After finally bottoming out, he leaned forward and whispered into his son’s ear “Oh god, you feel even better than daddy ever thought you would baby. Your pussy is so much tighter than mommy’s. From now on, daddy promises that you’ll be getting all of his cum.” And with that, the gentleness was over. Pulling out, he turned his son around, pushed him backwards onto the bed, spread his son’s smooth legs wide open and fucked his baby boy like the whore he’d been born to be.
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