You don't have to think of the baby he knocked you up with as your own sibling; he only just married your mom, and it's not like you've known him long to think of him as a father.
But you do.
And you could object to the way he affectionately calls you son, both in public and in private as he pulls you close and kisses you deep...
But you don't.
And you don't have to breath out "Dad" as he fucks you, a possessive hand always on that belly he filled. You're not actually related. It's not really incest. You're just two men having an affair that's already fucked up enough without the added layer of playing family.
But you do it anyway, and it's not playing, not to either of you. He's your dad, you're his son, and that's your sibling growing in your womb.
You now what this and a birth dad who's been a little bit absentee who suddenly takes a greater interest in you once you're pregnant.
At first it's just concern, fawning over you in a way he never has, and it feels nice to be showered with so much attention from him.
But the bigger you get, the more physically affectionate he seems to get, taking any excuse to touch you during your visits and his hands seeming to wander whenever he brings you in for a hug. You even thought you felt his hard cock press into you.
Well, you're already fucking one dad; fucking your "real" dad doesn't sound any more unnatural. You're the one to kiss him, pinning him against a wall with your pregnant belly, a hand snaking into his pants, and he doesn't even hesitate.
He's a bit more gentle and reverent than your stepfather, but his cock is bigger and fills you perfectly - you've never felt more loved than in this moment.
He keeps muttering how much he loves you, how sorry he is for being a shit dad - then he starts speeding up his thrusts and rubbing your belly, and he's sorry he wasn't there, sorry he let that bastard breed you instead of doing it himself. For some reason it pleased you that he already knew without you having to tell him - and that he's jealous.
You whimper back that you want him to breed you next - that you want to carry a real sibling, want to feel the seed that made you growing inside your womb.
And he bites on your neck as he empties himself inside you, "I'm gonna breed you so good, baby boy, I'm gonna put more babies in you than he ever could, you were made to be bred by me, not that pretender."
You wonder how your stepdad will act once he notices the marks - you have no intention of hiding them, might even flaunt them to get his attention. What will he do when he knows another man has laid hands on the baby boy that he staked a claim on? You wonder if he'll instantly know, too, who left them there. Will he be jealous too? Angry? Possessive? Maybe you'll have two fathers fighting over you. Or maybe they'll decide they like sharing after all...either way is fine with you, so long as they don't stop touching you, however they like.
preacher dad who keeps his son well fucked so that he doesn’t go and make any mistakes like pre-marital sex or getting pregnant from the godless degenerate teenagers in their town. he doesn’t need to bother finding a girlfriend while he’s stuffed full of dad’s cock. family values are so important, he makes sure to emphasise that every sunday, while his cum is still leaking from his son’s pussy onto the pews.
rebellious teen son who gets sent off to stay with his trucker dad for the summer. his mother was getting tired of handling his delinquency, and figured a couple months on the long, boring drives would set him straight.
little does she know that son blows dad on the road while they drive down the highways. little does she know that every night dad pins down son in the sleeper cab and rails his cunt into the shitty mattress. little does she know that her darling boy tags along with his dad when he meets with his trucker buddies, sucking and fucking as many dirty old men as he can before they leave <3
ok, so. potentially triggering themes: boarderline underage sex, cheating, breasts on a guy, voyeurism.
just smut, not serious. NO FUCKING MINORS!!!!!!!
"But isn't your brother home?" You giggled at your boyfriend, Eric. You were pinned by his heavy weight, squirming under his warm hands, feeling you up under your shirt. There's scratchy stubble at your neck as he kisses and sucks at your skin. Every time Eric's parents leave town, he invites you over to spend time together and fool around - his parents don't like you coming over, saying Eric needs to focus on graduating high school and wrestling. But you're pretty sure they're not fans of their star son fucking a trans boy either. Eric isn't very concerned about that, as much as he fucks you in janitors closets and sucks your little boyclit in his car after class.
"Yeah, so?" Eric lifted your shirt and started laying kisses on your chest, humming like he was desperate to kiss all of you.
"Won't he... hear us?" You gently push on his muscular shoulders, but he's strong enough to keep you pinned to the bed. You hold your whine when Eric sucks on your breast, trying to leave hickies.
"Get this off, babe." Your boyfriend is frantic, pulling off your shirt. He pushes up your legs with his thighs, spreading your legs enough for him to grind his bulge into your clothed pussy. Your mouth gets covered by his again, and it's hard to not give in to your usual antics of moaning into his mouth and begging for his cock. But knowing who's in the house right now is making you pause. Eric's brother Harvey was home, and you couldn't put your finger on why, but he intimidated the hell out of you. He wasn't mean, he actually rarely spoke. Maybe it was because he's older and an adult and obviously smart, you didn't know. Just the thought of him hearing how you get when you have sex is a little mortifying.
"Mm wait, babe-" Eric was licking into your mouth and squeezing your hips as you tried to speak. He groaned into your mouth and kept grinding.
"Let the dork hear, I don't fucking care." He grinned, pulling back and yanking your shorts and underwear off in one easy motion, making you yelp.
"But what if he- ahhh," you start, but Eric's fingers on your drippy boycunt don't care about your embarrassed pleas. You shouldn't be surprised, your boyfriend has fucked you in actual public places, but for some reason knowing his brother could hear is just... filthy.
"Ha, your pussy's always wet for me, huh?" Again, Eric is not a bit concerned. He pumps two fingers into your hot sopping hole, making sure to batter your g-spot and force a moan from you. Eric mumbled something that sounded like "fuckin' perv won't mind" as he stared, open mouthed, at your pretty pussy getting his fingers soaking wet.
"Eric, please." You whisper, giving in and rotating your hips into his fingers.
"What was that, babe?" He says in a normal, slightly louder voice. "I can't hear you over the sound of how bad this boycunt wants me. Say it again."
What a monster, you knew he liked seeing you flustered, but this is cruel. "Please, Eric, baby?"
"Yeah, what do you want, honey? You can say it, you can do it." He laughs under his breath. "Say it and I'll make you cum on my fingers before givin' you this dick. Huh?"
'Fucking fine,' you think before letting go completely, moaning like the slut your boyfriend knows and loves. You spread you legs farther, the wet slick sounds your pussy is making being finger fucked on your boyfriend's fingers is loud, your desperate whines and pleas would make it obvious to anyone in the vicinity what was going on.
"Want your cock! Please, please I need you to fuck me." You sound pathetic.
"That's it, that's what I want to hear. C'mon, baby." Eric's fingers sped up inside you, making the most obscene sloppy noises as you gushed around him. "C'mon, pretty boy cum all over theses fingers, yeah. Yeahh."
You're still babbling through your orgasm, thoughts of eavesdropping brothers completely gone. Eric is still softly petting your worked up pussy and he leans down to kiss you again.
"Beautiful, baby, beautiful. Now," he reaches down and pulls out his leaking dick and gives your tdick a few taps with it. "Be a good boy and makes lots of noise for me, okay?"
3:34 AM
"Shit," you groan quietly, trying to hobble down the stairs of your boyfriend's parent's house. Your hips and thighs were sore after one of the roughest fucks you've ever had with Eric. You being so embarrassed about Harvey hearing you two must have really gotten him going, he made you moan and beg and even bark for him a few times, all to just make you squirm.
Your session left you both passed out cold until you woke up with a dry throat, untangled yourself from your snoring boyfriend, and made your way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You were shivering slightly as you poured the glass. You only pulled on your pair of briefs before coming down stairs - sure, no one but Eric would catch you if they came down at this hour.
The kitchen lights flick on, and you jump in shock. Turning, your stomach drops when you see it's Harvey standing there, not your boyfriend Eric. Well, you were wrong.
On instinct, you cover your chest and mumble an apology for your immodesty, shifting uncomfortably before his looming figure walking farther into the room. Harvey is 24 and is actually an inch or two taller than Eric, and Eric towered you, so your throat dried even more standing next to him. And while Eric was muscular and buff, Harvey was just heavy - large arms, large stomach, large legs - he took up space. It made you sweat being dwarfed by this silent giant.
"I was just grabbing water." You ramble out, knowing he can clearly see that.
"Me too." He nodded and reached for the cabinet over your shoulder. You didn't move, he didn't ask you to move, should you have moved? As he grabs a cup, his hips brush against your stomach, and you feel a small bulge. You freeze. It's surely nothing, definitely not what you thought it was. You lower your arms and just quietly watch as he pours his glass.
"I'm surprised you're awake." That's all he had to say. Of fucking course. You bury your face in your hands, groaning.
"I knew it," you peek out of your fingers and see the older brother smirking. "I'm sorry. I told him you'd hear."
"It's okay," he breathes awkwardly. Then, under his breath as he takes a sip, "I don't mind."
"What?" You grip your cup tight. You're aware of your exposed breasts and your nipples getting hard in the cool kitchen air.
"No, nothing." He turns, and you see him blushing and crossing his legs. You remember what Eric said earlier, when he called Harvey a perv and a dork, and you suddenly felt sorta bad for the poor chubby guy. Eric is always making fun of his 'nerd' older brother for having no friends and being a virgin - which you couldn't believe, Eric could be harsh, and Harvey is cute enough. Plus, he's kinda sweet for a grown man getting hard for his little brother's high school boyfriend in their kitchen.
"I hope I didn't keep you awake with all my... you know." Slightly emboldened, you step to the side, closer to the nervous man. He just stammers and looks down, smiling awkwardly. You clearly did keep him up.
"So, you're a trans guy?" He asked suddenly, obviously not wanting to keep talking about listening to you get your brains fucked out by his jock brother. His fingers fidgeting around the glass in his hand.
"Yup," you nod, leaving him open to question further. You loved being asked questions about your identity, especially by cute guys.
"That's cool." He nods back, finally looking directly at your body. "I-ive never met a trans boy before. You're a really good boy. I mean- like, you make a good... boy."
You can't say you expected that. He was a little dorky, you guess. You giggle and cover your chest again, "thank you. Well, now you've seen and heard more than you probably ever wanted to."
"No, you were good!" Harvey squeezed his eyes shut, realizing how that sounded. "You are good, I- I don't mind if you guys uhh..."
"If we have sex? Loudly?" You lean in closer, trying to see his face. He shakes his head. "Were you um... listening to us, Harvey?
The man's breath is speeding up as your mostly-naked body gets closer to touching his, and he nods his head. "Yeah... I was."
"You listened the whole time your brother was fucking me?" You were partly shocked, partly satisfied. Shocked that he quietly listened to his brother fucking another boy for hours, and satisfied that you could keep his attention that long. Harvey's hand shot down to his crotch covered by his pajama pants, shamelessly fondling himself in front of you.
"Shit- yeah, I did." The shy nerd of a few seconds ago is gone. Now you see a perverted man so touch starved he'll jerk off to his own brother's teen boyfriend.
"Oh my God, Eric was right- you are a perv," you laugh, looking the giant pathetic man up and down. "Is that why you didn't go right back upstairs? You saw me in my underwear with my boytits out and had to stay and chat?"
"You look so fucking good," Harvey groans as he humps his hand, staring at your tits and your hairy belly. "C-couldn't - mmh."
You've never really thought about the prospect of cheating on Eric, certainly not with his brother, and you were satisfied to know now you felt no guilt over it. Is it a dick move? Yeah, but your boyfriend was a bit of a dick anyway.
"Hey, Harvey." You grab his hand, the sudden contact making him gasp and pause. "Let's go to your room. I wanna show you something."
"Oh, god. um- okay."
You follow behind the big man as he leads you to his room upstairs. His room is directly next to Eric's, the reason why Harvey was able to hear you and also the reason why you both had to be very silent while you do what you're about to do.
Harvey's room was decked in anime and video game posters and merch, a gamer chair and four monitor display PC, and you didn't miss the fleshlight sitting right on the desk. Maybe he was a big dork. And for some reason, that made you even more excited. Now you were hoping he was really a virgin.
"So, uh," he let's you in and shuts the door. Turning to you, his erection is as obvious as ever. He very much enjoyed your show earlier. "What were you gonna show me?"
"Sit." Your voice is soft, and you're smiling to yourself as you gesture him to his bed. He follows your instructions, and you climb into his lap, straddling his crotch and wrapping your arms around his neck. He had slightly long, dry hair that you pushed aside to touch his nape. Thrill shoots through you when the older man shuddered and bucked up into you, making your whole body lift. Damn, he is huge.
"Guhh- you feel really good. I can't- I need to..."
"You can touch me."
Letting out a deep breath, the man grasps your breasts in both of his huge hands. He closes his eyes, loving the warm feeling of kneading your soft flesh. "Holy shit, it's so good. Your tits..."
You moan softly, gyrating your hips now and grinding right up against Harvey's cock that's fully hard now. You decide to tease him for as long as possible and see what he does. "You like what your brother did with my tits?"
"Yes," he nods against your forehead and rubs his thumbs softly over your nipples, making you shiver. Your chest is covered in fresh hickies almost reaching up to your collar bone, and they're sensitive as hell. He's basically drooling over your marked up chest as he pinched and squeezed at you, and you love seeing this desperate, pathetic, perverted grown man lose it over a teen boy with cute tits.
You take his distracted look as opportunity to kiss him, and it feels a lot warmer and wetter than kissing Eric - not bad. Harvey is obviously inexperienced in making out, but he's attacking your lips and licking into your mouth like he's been craving it for ages. It's juvenile and sloppy and really making you wet in your loose briefs.
"I'm gonna cum," Harvey grunts, pushing you down hard against his cock.
"No wait." You disconnect your lips and smile as you lift your hips off his lap. "Don't cum yet. Still have to show you something."
Quickly flipping over onto the bed you start to shimmy out of your underwear, exposing your pretty wet boycunt. Your legs open and you recline back, letting Harvey take in your whole naked form. You rub your hand above your hot gushy cunt, spreading the wet folds and exposing your hard boyclit. Moving your fingers down you finger your cum-soaked hole; you moan and squirm obscenely, widen your legs, showing off more than necessary.
"Look," giggling, you pull your fingers out and hold them up to his face. "Your brother's. I told him we shouldn't, but he's... well you know what happened, right?"
Harvey wastes no time scooting forward and spreading your legs with his knees, and then running his chubby fingers through your teenage pussy. He groans out something that sounds like 'godfuckinshit' before sinking two fingers into you. Eric's cum is seeping out onto his brother's fingers, and you never knew how hot something that filthy could be. You just lay there and let the bigger man finger fuck your slick hole, and you know that some of the wettness isn't just your boyfriend's cum. This creepy older pervert was turning you on. Harvey is so different from Eric- he's awkward, fat, dorky, barely speaks, and not to mention he's a virgin. But you couldn't help the way you started to moan for him and his fingers that were digging so deep inside you right now.
"You're such a slut, boy." The older man grunts and puts his other large hand on your shoulder, holding you down as he flicks his wrist faster, pumping your soaked hole till you're squealing and little dropplets spill from your cunt. You clench hard around Harvey's fingers, twisting your hips against his groin and cumming for the brunet man. "Fuck yeah. Good fucking boypussy, shit."
You were still catching your breath when you saw the 24 year old pull down his cargo shorts and briefs, watching his hairy, throbbing 7 inch cock being pulled out and smacked on your belly. This makes you gasp - he was bigger than Eric, thicker, longer and uncut. There was a thick hood covering the pink throbbing head and veins going all the way down. Harvey's cock was magnificent and dripping precum all over your happy trail. He leans back over you, huffing in your face, almost snorting. "You gonna let me fuck you?"
'Mm. I-I..." You're out of words, so you just grab the creeps' fat cock and guide it to your entrance. The thickness makes you wince, but fuck when his foreskin gets coated in your slick as he's pumping into you inch by inch- your insides flutter around him.
"Shit! Oh, fuck it's tight. Little teen pussy's fuckin' tight, damn." He's right, after a vigorous session of sex with your boyfriend your poor boypussy swells up and becomes even more sensitive than before. Your hole is a quiet burning grip around his cock, and leaking like a faucet. You felt so damn small underneath this giant; his gruff hands wrapped around your thighs, pushing them up to your chest so he can snap his hips at a better angle. It's intoxicating knowing you couldn't push him off if you tried, he's just too fucking big and strong. And for reasons you can't explain, being a helpless fuck-doll in the hands of your boyfriend's big brother feels so disturbingly good. The way Harvey's got you folded in half means you can feel his hairy belly bounce off yours with every thrust, and the extra weight behind each one is delicious. "I've waited so long for this, kid."
The roll of his body combining with his huffing breath above you is hypnotizing, and so diffrent from what you're used to. Eric always had a certain arrogance when is comes to sex; he had to have the best stroke, the best head skills, try every position. You mostly loved it, he makes you cum and keeps you limber. The way you're being fucked right now though? It's pure mindless lust, sloppy and careless. Harvey doesn't care about the ache in your legs as he drills your guts to a pulp, or the sweat drops falling on you; and he especially does not care if you cum or not. This is for him, you're just the recepticle for his need.
A blissful haze settles into you as Harvey's oversized dick grinds deep in your weepy pussy, even with the slight pain from being stretched to your limit. He's hot to the touch and heavy, it's overstimulating in the best way. You don't need to think, or make overdramatic porn sounds; you're in heaven just being used as a little fuck toy. Your boyfriend's comments suddenly come to mind, and it almost brings out a laugh. If only he could see his dorky older brother plowing his little highschool boyfriend into the mattress, and how you're absolutely losing your mind for it.
"Fuck-fuck. M' gonna cum." Harvey digs as deep as he can go, like he's trying to break that thin berrier inside you. Heavy balls loudly plap against your ass until the twitching, grunting beast finishes. He didn't last as long as Eric, but you don't think you could take that kind of fucking for that long. You felt like you could pass out at any minute, but you you should probably get back to you boyfriend before he finds you in a sweaty pile with his brother.
(This is the “fucked by your boyfriend’s dad” prompt that won all the votes a few months ago. TW for misgendering, breeding, age gap. See OP tags.)
You and your boyfriend started dating two months ago, and it had been going just fine, until… well. I’ll get to that.
He’s a sweet guy. The same age as you, and from the local neighbourhood. You met at the shop you part-time at, not long after you moved here to study.
On the first date, a trip to the cinema, he came out to you as bisexual. In turn, you quickly explained to him how you felt about your gender. You were relieved by his response: so supportive.
Finally, last week, you messed around after getting back from a bar, but without going all the way. Although that was more because of the wine than any lingering apprehension.
You both laughed about it through the hangover, and agreed to set aside an evening for something special.
Tonight.
You’re sitting at the dining table of his home, which is actually still his parent’s home, too - whilst he saves up. Of course, his parents are out and you have the house to yourselves.
You eat pasta and enjoy his chirpy conversation. You help with the dishes and blow out the dinner candles when the meal is done. In his room, he plays quiet pop music and soon you’re both naked.
It’s the first time you’re sleeping with him: The sex is okay. He struggles with the condom (which is a must since you aren’t using any other form of birth control yet), and after a few awkward minutes of erratic thrusting, you offer him another blowjob.
He shyly peels off the slightly bunched-up condom. All you can taste on his dick is the latex, but you think of his pleasure, suck him well, and he climaxes quickly. He asks you if you want anything more (not tonight),then flops onto his side to sleep.
You’re lying next to his lanky, and now snoring, frame. It’s pitch black and you’re wide awake. It takes a while to get to know someone’s body, you guess. You never climaxed, but more importantly you could really use a glass of water before bed.
You slide out from under the covers, pull your jeans and hoodie on, then creep back downstairs to the kitchen tap.
As you’re filling a glass, you hear the front door unlock and swing open. The hallway lights come on, illuminating the kitchen.
Your new boyfriend’s dad throws his coat over the banister then catches sight of you through the doorway.
“Oh! Hi. Good evening. Hi.”
You return the greeting in a cheery, but slightly pained tone - you don’t really know how to act. You weren’t expecting to meet either of his parents until perhaps tomorrow, when he said they’d be back. What’s more, the intention behind your overnight stay certainly wouldn’t be lost on his father. From the hallway, he explains he had to return home as something came up at work for the next morning, and leaves it at that.
“Don’t worry, I knew he was cooking for you tonight.. I was planning to have a nightcap. Why don’t you join me since you’re still up? It would be nice to talk. You can tell Luke, if you like.”
You shuffle your feet, clutching your glass of water, and explain that you left him asleep. You smile, keen to make a good impression, although secretly wishing you’d just stayed upstairs.
“Oh well. Just us then?”
For a moment you consider politely declining, but you know you’ll just lie there in the dark, restless. Your latest host is already pouring out two hefty glasses of whiskey as you agree to stay and chat.
In the living room, you sit facing each other on the enormous sofa, sipping your drinks. He has a more casual demeanour than his son. You ask politely about the neighbourhood, his work, until inevitably the conversation turns to you.
“So you’ve started at the university here. How’s that going?”
You say it’s going pretty well. Especially thanks to your new boyfriend being as caring as he is. While you talk, you notice the man’s gaze flicker over your body. His tone changes. Still friendly, but perplexed.
“Tell me, though, and sorry. He said he had a boyfriend?”
You gulp and stutter over the short explanation of your gender identity. The dad-friendly version. You add that you’re starting hormones soon, that they’ll change your shape. He listens, then nods respectfully.
“I think I understand,” he responds, throwing one hand up, “I hope you don’t think I’m rude for asking about this stuff. I respect your generation very much.”
He sounds genuinely warmhearted, smiling at you. That was easy. You smile back with some relief, but when you don’t quite manage an immediate response, he changes the subject:
“Do you play sports?”
You notice his eyes flicker across you again. You give a noncommittal answer about running, taking a big sip from your drink. It’s not enough to get you drunk but it’s definitely taking the edge off the awkward situation.
With his next comment, he drags his gaze up from your crotch. Is he undressing you with his eyes?
“It makes sense you run. You do have an athletic physique.”
You reply with a curt thanks. Actually, this is bullshit. You down the last dregs of whisky and place the empty tumbler on the coffee table - standing and making to leave. Just as you’re about to turn and say goodnight, you hear:
“Don’t go just yet.”
His tone is hushed and severe. Your eyes meet as he leans back, with one arm across the sofa and one hand resting right next to his groin. You can’t help staring at the intensely straining fabric there. He watches you stare. He likes it.
Your mouth goes dry. You should leave, but you’re glued to the spot. You remind yourself: the man on the sofa in front of you is your boyfriend’s father. He’s fifty-something and portly, his hair ashy and silver. You take in his creased shirt, loosened tie, slightly stubbled, slightly pink face. He is not unattractive, but he’s not classically attractive, either.
Nevertheless, this man is not your type. And god, what does that matter? This man is your boyfriend’s dad.
“Close the door. Stay for a minute or two.”
His eyes are fixed on yours as he slowly unzips his flies, and pulls out his penis. You still don’t leave.
He strokes his bare cock slowly. It’s long, thick (really thick) and only halfway to a full erection. You bite the inside of your cheek, somehow still deliberating, trying to ignore how aroused you are, feeling your face turn pink. He keeps on stroking.
You’re still weighing up your options with a hazy mind when-
“Suck it.”
The instruction hits you like a freight train.
“Come here, sweetheart. Suck on daddy’s dick.”
His words are clear, firm, but with a hint of ‘just try it’. Arousal turns your racing thoughts to pure static. Needing no further encouragement, you kneel on the floor between his legs. He’s so much bigger than Luke.
“Open that mouth.”
You do as you’re told, and stick your tongue out flat and wet, looking up at him for the next instruction. You can’t believe you’re doing this, you really can’t. His rough hand lands firmly on the back of your head, then presses your face against his hardening dick. The man smiles warmly again as he rubs your face on his crotch.
The shaft feels hot against your open mouth, and hard against your features. The smell of his leather belt, his cotton shirt, and precum fills your nostrils, under-toned by sweat and bodywash.
You’re salivating as he continues to bury your face in his groin, then finally pushes his dick into your mouth with his other hand. Your lips only need to part slightly under his thumb for him to force it in. In it goes, your jaw widening.
“Theeeeere we go.”
He holds your head in place as he becomes fully erect, your throat getting stuffed and your lips becoming tighter and tighter around his now solid penis. You feel it pulsing, firmly pushing down against your tongue.
He holds your head there. Just before you start to actually choke, he removes his hand. You gasp for air as his glistening cock towers in front of your face, bursting from his flies.
From this angle, you can see how his shirt buttons are straining to keep his gut in. Taking the opportunity, the man reaches into his trousers and frees his balls. They’re also quite large, and pushed up by the trouser fabric. As you stare at them he caresses the back of your head and coos at you sardonically.
“What do you think of daddy’s balls?”
Without so much as a moment for your response, your face is pressed once more into his crotch - against them.
In spite of the sardonic move, you’re soaking in your underwear. Greedily, you lap at his exposed balls then take his dick into your mouth a second time. The man is grunting as you suck, clearly stifling a groan, as not to alert his son.
Eventually he loosens his grip on the back of your head, allowing you to freely bob up and down, even though you can’t reach the base of his huge penis without force.
You taste precum - it’s flowing onto your tongue with strained throbs. With your hands at his thighs, you steady yourself and work harder for him, stuffing your throat and drooling down his balls, which are pressed repeatedly against your chin. A couple of minutes go by like this, his grunting becoming more breathy. You let out the occasional, choked whimper.
His chest heaves, quickly grabbing your hair, he pulls you away.
“I’m going to blow. Christ.” He takes another breath, his dick twitching hard. You’ve never seen an older man like this. It’s taking him every ounce of self-control to hold his cum in. “I’m not done with you, not yet.”
He leans back on the sofa to loosen his tie, and slip his trousers and underwear off. You can still taste his slimy precum coating your tongue.
“When I saw you earlier, I wondered how you’d react if I did this. I knew you’d be a good little cocksucker.” he impulsively fondles his dick as he goes on, his tone stern again, “This is going to be kept between us, isn’t it?”
The thought of Luke finding out makes your stomach lurch. You nod furiously. Your chin is still wet.
“Good girl.”
His words send a shiver across your body. He does register his mistake, though.
“Ah, Christ, I’m sorry, I can’t help it. It’s just how you look right now. Force of habit. Now, take that sweatshirt off.”
Shit. You’re not wearing your binder. You only threw something on to get a glass of water.
The corners of your mouth curl into a nervous expression, and without saying anything to him, you pull the jumper obediently off over your head.
Cold and exposed, your nipples poke out hard. But the older man in front of you rubs his dick faster, staring intently at your breasts.
“Mmm, yeah,” he sighs, tugging faster at his cock, “That’s what daddy likes. An excellent rack. Sit next to me, sweetheart.”
Cringing at his choice of words, you’re beginning to feel embarrassed. With your new boyfriend, you set some boundaries around your chest. Just an hour ago, when you (sort of) fucked, you wore your t shirt.
Now you’re with his dad, your very round, soft tits are completely exposed just for him. The man masturbating to them probably doesn’t even know what a binder is.
You tell yourself you’re playing along, and try to ignore just how aroused it’s made you.
He reaches out with both his hands and cups your tits, smearing saliva and precum from jerking off across your tender skin.
He gently feels their heft, examining them, making your face burn red. This is going to go on forever.
“What size are you?”, he eventually asks.
After you reluctantly tell him, his grasp becomes rougher. He mutters that he thought so, not really addressing you any more. He squeezes your breasts, and presses them hard together, forcing a huge cleavage - pausing occasionally to roll your nipples between his thumb and forefingers. Pulling slightly. You stifle more whimpers, it feels amazing.
What if your boyfriend could see you now? You imagine what you must look like, topless in front of his dad. The humiliation and pangs of dysphoria make you leak onto your soft inner thighs. Each time he touches your nipples, you almost want to thrust your tits out further. You hardly recognise yourself.
And then there’s the fact that with this man feeling you up, your breasts feel…huge. Every grope is better than the last. He runs the palms of his hands over you, muttering, “you’re a very good girl”
You mindlessly open your mouth to correct him, but he shoves you onto your back and kneels over you across the giant sofa, holding you down with one hand.
You catch sight of a long strand of precum drooling from the tip of his fat cock.
“Come on. I think you’re kidding yourself. Aren’t you at least being a good girl for me? Just here and now.”
This time you manage a stutter, but his other hand dives straight into your jeans. The sudden contact on your aching clit morphs your words into a stifled, mindless squeal.
“That’s what I thought.”
He circles your clit faster. You’re whimpering nonstop. He’s clearly experienced. He dips the tips of his rough fingers lower, to see how wet you are, his palm on your tender pubic mound. He doesn’t finger you, just spreads the wetness from your entrance around between your legs, working your clit.
“Such a wet pussy for me.… wider, now”.
For better access, he tears off your remaining jeans and underwear, then, without warning, thrusts not one but two fingers deep into you. A loud squelching sound fills the room. In and out, in and out, in a way you’ve never felt before.
“There…niiiice and wet for your daddy.”
He keeps a steady pace, working you open beneath him. You throw your head back and try to relax and spread your legs as he stuffs your pussy repeatedly with his fingers. The sound is humiliating.
Stretched out naked on the sofa, he’s started fingering you so forcefully that you can feel your tits jiggle. He’s deliberately pressing against your G spot, or at least what you think is your G spot, quickly and ruthlessly. Despite how manhandled you feel, you’re still getting wetter. It’s getting on the sofa. You’re trying to keep your whimpers from disturbing Luke. Finally, he pulls out his fingers, and makes you taste your own wetness.
“Taste that. Your pussy loves being ruined by an older man like me. My cock needs to go in there now, sweetheart“
As he talks, he slowly pats his fat cock head against your spread and swollen lips.
As his oozing precum mixes with your own wetness, you realise with a jolt that the situation - as absurd as it is - calls for one of the condoms in your bag upstairs.
On instinct, you wriggle away but he clutches your hips and pulls you squarely back onto the sofa. Your soaking, pummeled-open pussy lands straight onto the swollen tip of his cock, which immediately forces your lips open.
“Fuck yes, that’s it. Relax, baby. Daddy’s got you. Be quiet, now, or we’ll get caught. Can you do that for me?”
Half-impaled and dripping wet, you look up at him, with eyes wide, and nod silently. This is so wrong.
Shifting his weight on the sofa, he grabs your thighs and finds the best angle to force the rest of his cock inside.
Finally, he thrusts his hips and fills you completely. He lets out a grunt as your pussy takes every inch completely raw. Every time his dick throbs, you feel a little more stretched open. His wiry pubic hair feels rough against your smooth skin. He stays inside, constantly throbbing and twitching, pressing his balls against your ass, clearly trying not to cum.
“There. That’s it! Good girl.”
You try to keep still, holding your legs wide apart for him. The twitching slows and he starts to shift his weight again. Somehow, he pushes even deeper into you, and you feel a deep ache as his swollen cock head massages your cervix - it makes you wince.
You manage to let out - in fewer words - that you’re not taking birth control.
He pushes harder against your cervix, the pressure building against it from his cock. He has to raise his tone slightly over the noises you make.
“Does that mean Luke could have a half brother?”
You can’t tell if he’s joking, you’re too blissed-out from the stuffing he’s giving you to care. He thrusts again. Harder. Probably not. He clearly doesn’t care, the way he’s pistoning in and out of you, and pinning you down to take it.
The pace starts to quicken, he takes an even more hushed tone than before, leaning towards your ear, speaking quickly as the feeling of your hot, soft, soaked, hole sends him into overdrive.
“You’re such a beautiful thing - ugh, good girl - my son isn’t gay - if he doesn’t want to fuck you properly - that’s it - I’m going to have to.”
His cock is splitting you in two over and over again, but you’re stretched out perfectly to accommodate it.
You feel his balls press hard against your skin.
He gropes your breasts.
You actually want this.
As your pussy tightens around his cock, he groans softly again on top of you, through clenched teeth:
“Beg me for my cum.”
And you do. You let out a string of pleas, despite yourself. Right into Luke’s father’s ear, you tell him how he’d made you ache for it. How you’re desperate to take it after so long.
It tips the older man over the edge. He moans, loudly this time. Rope after hot rope spills out into you, spreading an indescribable warmth that soaks your cervix and coats your walls. You climax, too, for the first time from penetration: your pussy flutters tight around him, milking every drop into you in a way you have never felt before.
After a moment of breathy stillness, he heaves himself off you, pulls on his trousers, then collects the whiskey glasses -
“Well done. Now cover yourself up. See you in the morning.”
- and creaks up the stairway to his and his wife’s bed.
The baby filling up my son's womb isn't actually mine, but the way things are going, the next one most assuredly will.
Little slut didn't know who it belonged to in fact; he'd told me with tears in his eyes like I didn't already know about his various hookups, some of which he even brought home where I got to listen to them fuck his brains out under my own roof.
He sulked when I told him he had to keep it, suffer the consequences of his actions, but the minute he saw the ultrasound he was right on board.
Of course all of his little hoodlum friends got scarce once he started showing, which was for his own good as far as I was concerned. No more late nights partying, plenty of time for more father/son bonding. Dad to dad.
It was easier than I thought it would be; it really did bring us closer, him being an expectant father. More hugs that offered me the opportunity for quick gropes; kisses, never on the lips, but just close enough and long enough to make him blush. And, of course, a hand rubbing his belly at every opportunity, even planting my lips on his bump from time to time.
Just enough to drive him crazy.
Finally slipping into his bed one night, rubbing my hands over his belly, planting kisses on his neck. Only half-awake, he leans back into my touch instinctively before yawning out "Dad, what are you-"
I interrupt him as I shove my fingers down in his underwear.
"Dad what the...ahh....hell!" he tries to sound indignant, but it's lost in the moans he starts giving.
"I can tell you're pent up, son. All That stress isn't good for the baby."
I continue to kiss at his neck as I finger his hungry hole, and he tries to stammer out more protests, even as he moans and rocks.
"Don't worry about it, baby boy. We dads have to look out for each other, don't we?"
He all but begs me to stick my cock in him after that, though the strings of "Dad...we shouldn't...we can't..." go on the whole night, though eventually they turn to pants and whines of "Dad, dad, dad"; and the next night; and soon we drop all pretenses and he just sleeps in my bed, hardly able to doze off without me shooting a load in him. It's not long before we've christened every surface in our house.
Every day he grows and ripens and he's gorgeous like this, like he was made to carry babies, and he's clearly into it even as he grows so huge he struggles to get around. It'll be no problem at all knocking him up with a sibling once he's finally ready to squeeze this one out.
I knew I made the right choice swapping out his birth control for duds.
i need dad to fuck a sibling into me!!!! telling me its what i was made for, moaning in my ear "you're such a good son, getting bred by the cock that made you, youre just a dumb toy made by me for me to fuck and you love it"
i need him deep inside me, high out of my mind, moans of "dad, dad, dad, fuckkkk dad what are you doing" echoing through the room and dad whispering in my ear "you dumb boy, you're so high you don't even realise im pumping a sibling into you right now" as he cums inside me and makes me take another hit
I want big sibling to come home and find my door open. I'm passed out with a dildo in my cunt. I came so hard I fell asleep and forgot to about it. They carefully shut the door behind them and come sit on the bed. They can see my cum leaking out from around the dildo. They reach for the dildo and pull on it a little bit. My hole is so tight around it, it makes a little pop when it comes out of my hole. I move around and make a little whining noises but don't wake up. Big sib pulls down their pants and pulls out of their cock. They slowly finger my cunt not going too fast just enough to collect some of the juices from inside me. When their fingers are nice and slick they pull out. Big sibling rub their hand up and down their cock spreading my cum all over.
They climb on top of me and line their cock up with my little red, sensitive t dick. They start rubbing the tip of their cock against my cock. I'm so sore that it hurts but still feels so good. My body is reacting even as I sleep. My hips start to rub against my big siblings'. I'm making the most pathetic letting noises. My cock is so hard against theirs . Rubbing their dick against my wet hard dick has them so worked up they've already on the edge of cumming. They grab their dick and shove it in my hole hard and fast. My eyes fly open as they cum inside me. My oversensitive hole squeezes around the strangely human feeling cock and I cum. I've barely got my eyes open. Lucky for my big sibling who is able to convince me to go back to sleep. When they are such I'm asleep they pull out and stick the dildo back inside. Gotta make sure lil sibling is full of their cum.
thinking about squishy, slick, wet, plump, soft, warm and inviting boycunt rn. imagining a solid tdick straining against it's root, twitching and throbbing btw. if u even care.
When they say "please" in that needy, whining tone and you just stare down at them with the most wicked grin asking "please what" just to drag it out of them
Like legit im so desperate i want a sweet older sibling who lets me try to suck their dick. I might not know what im doing, i m just a cute little boy after all, but i want to learn!
Just the thought of someone guiding their dick between my lips, letting me experiment with my tongue, patiently waiting until i ve gathered all my strength and finally wrap my lips around their head. Sucking on it, frowning at the taste. Soothing me through it, praising me for being so very brave and trying out something new...
Imagine how hard it would be to be gentle with me when i m practically edging and teasing you for hours, after all i need to learn and practice!
But you know the only way you might ever get your little brother is this, so you hold out, stay strong while trying to come up with something else you could teach me.
And sure, the initiative has to come from me, but you can surely suggest something you could teach your little brother? After all thats what big brothers are for!
free use is so fun like...you're telling me i get to be a stress toy? a fuckdoll??? you'll come home and bend me over and pound the daylights out of me just because you can????? no warning or nothing???????? beautiful
