maybe if you kiss your kiddo hard enough on the mouth, he'll have tears streaming down his face, moaning, "dad- dad- dad-" while you fold him in half and pound into him mercilessly
once again thinking about being an older man’s stay at home breeder☺️✨getting fucked and filled wherever and whenever he wants until I’m knocked up. having no reason to leave the house unless it’s with him, showing off the consequences of our actions as it gets bigger and bigger under my clothes. just getting to lounge around all day, waiting for dad to get home, so tired and stressed from work and ready to take it alllll out on his personal fucked out seed doll
Free-use but the opposite way. Daddy is always here for you little one, do you need an orgasm? Pain? Suffering? To be hurt? Just ask Daddy. Be a perverted little slut and rub all against me begging and pleading to have Daddy use you. Wake up in the middle of the night? Suck Daddy off. Hump against Daddy. Be a needy baby boy. Whimper and whine when we're out and about on how you need me. Tell me how you need me. Be obsessive my little monster.
dad who's a strict, cold professional in his field...but is also a service top in the bedroom
he's great at following orders and loves seeing you spent from a proper breeding, all to care for you afterwards routinely, dressed up in a suit and tie for work the very next morning
sometimes he'll ask you to join him for a very serious meeting in his office days ahead in notice, only to hand you the usual monthly feedback survey to inquire on how he's been doing in the bedroom and if you'd like to add any suggestions
no his tail is not wagging watching you fill out paperwork as he fantasizes about you being a good worker, he's just uhhh- proud. proud you're communicating properly with him since this allows things to work smoothly between the two of you as shown in his slides presentation
imagine he gets off thinking about you working under him...god he loves seeing you be obedient, but he agreed that he'd do what you ask so as to keep your relationship fair...he would never abuse his authority over you, yet...the fantasy of doing so makes him hard in his slacks.
just imagine it. overtime, under his desk, your inexperienced muzzle wrapped around his thick cock, you're struggling but you're trying so well for him...fuck, he shouldn't be thinking such things, it's against the contract he wrote up after all.
typical of a despicable man like himself, he'd think, literally giving you a massage and planning on bringing a fruit platter to bolster your vitamin intake and to refresh you when he's the one who got a workout, drenched in sweat with a smile on his face at your content state
imagine a dad with a tboy son who has always helped him feel better when he's had periods by letting him rest under a heat pad and freshly dryer-fluffed blankets, brewing hot tea and cocoa for him, bringing him midol and tylenol when he needs it, and taking the time to make him feel affirmed even when the menstruation dysphoria kicks in...
and when he gets older, his sex-positive dad starts encouraging him to consider masturbating, whether he's on his period or not, telling him, "you know, it improves your pelvic health, orgasms are very good for your heart health, it can help you fall asleep, it can provide stress relief," and going on and on about the objective health benefits and how it can put his son in touch with his developing teen body... and, for a while, his son always reacts with embarrassment, saying, "ew! augh, dad, no! that's so gross! yuck, no way!" and his dad drops the topic, for the most part, only bringing it up again on occasion, when it's germane to conversations about sexual health...
and, one day, while picking up a few boxes of tampons at the local walmart, dad takes his son on a little detour through the pharmacy aisles and shows him a selection of vibrating dildos... and his son goes red in the face and won't stop looking around, up and down the aisle, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt up over his head and holding it to keep his face hidden from other shoppers while his dad keeps telling him, in such a matter-of-fact tone, "actually, penetrative masturbation with toys like these is excellent for soothing menstrual cramps," all while his son keeps whispering for his dad to put each toy back as he grabs them off the display hooks to look at the product details on the back sides of the packaging... and, despite his son's protesting and embarrassment, dad puts a small bullet vibrator and a modest six-inch vibrating dildo toy into the shopping basket before walking to the express checkout lane, telling his son he's getting them "just in case you ever want to use them..."
and then dad starts letting himself out of the house a little more often, hoping to give his son at least a couple hours of alone time every once in a while so that he can give it an earnest try, especially since having stored the vibrators in the bathroom, where they're just as innocuous and easy-to-find as the hairbrushes or the toothpaste... and his son does give it a try, sometimes using the bullet vibrator on himself before taking a shower, only to frantically clean and dry it before putting it back, perfectly in its place... until, one day, he takes it to his bedroom and uses it to bring himself to his first real orgasm, which quickly puts him to sleep...
and then his dad comes home that afternoon, while his son is still sleeping through his post-orgasm nap... and he goes to the bathroom, curiously checking the drawer to find the little vibrator missing, immediately pleased to know that his son is finally experimenting... and he doesn't do anything or say anything, not wanting to scare his son into retreating and repressing his needs and desires...
and then one day, the forgetful sometimes-presence of the little vibrator in the drawer under the bathroom counter after son's masturbation sessions morphs into a clearly conscious choice to keep it in his room, in the drawer of his bedside nightstand... and dad starts thinking that maybe his son isn't interested in the six inch vibrating dildo, putting it aside somewhere safe to keep it from gathering any dust in the drawer...
and then, during a period, sometime later on, as the months pass, dad looks up from working from home at his laptop while sitting on the couch and notices his son is standing at the doorway of the den with a nervous look on his flushed-red face... and dad asks his son, "kiddo, what's the matter? are you feeling sick?" to which his son replies, asking, "dad, do you know where the, uh, the... the longer vibrator is?" reluctantly and quietly... and dad sets his work aside, telling him, "of course," and then, speculatively, "are you having some bad period cramps?" with his son nodding slowly in response... so dad fetches the vibrating dildo for him and offers to show him how to use it, but his son is far too embarrassed, already, and shuts his bedroom door before his daddy can ask again...
and then his son finally starts hormone replacement therapy, spreading t-gel on his arms once a week... (dad had offered to help him with shots, since needles had always intimidated him, but he wants to do it himself)... and, as son's changes begin to develop, dad notices he spends a lot more time to himself in his room... and that's when dad starts checking in on his son, knocking on his closed bedroom door a few times before opening it, always accidentally walking in on him in the middle of masturbating, always backing out and closing the door when his son yells, "augh, dad! don't come in here! leave me alone! i just want to be by myself right now!" while the telltale hum of a muffled vibrator is going off against his pussy from under the covers...
and then, one day, dad is working at the kitchen table when his son comes in and sits down with a snack, slowly eating it like he's simply killing time while he watches his dad dutifully type away on the keyboard of his laptop and read over a packet of papers... and, when his dad realizes his son has lingered there long after he's finished snacking, he looks up from his work and asks, "what's up, kiddo?" only for his son to go red in the face and clear his throat a little, trying to act natural... and then his son says, "the... uh... big vibrator stopped working," furiously blushing, at this point... and then his dad says, "oh no... sorry to hear that, bud... maybe i can pick one up the next time i go out, does that sound like a plan?" but, despite the prompt and casual response, his son still looks uncomfortable... and then his son asks, "could... you... help me a little... sooner than that?" to which his dad says, "well, sure, kiddo, but it might have to wait until i'm finished with work for today, is that alright?"
but his son still looks a little uneasy, shifting in the dining room chair, pressing his legs together under the table, then asking, "okay, dad, but... i was... kind of thinking... that maybe you could, uh, show me... something a little more... advanced? or, you know... hands-on?" while looking away from his dad, his eyes darting back and forth between making eye-contact... and his dad seems to think about it, catching his meaning... or, rather, assuming it... replying, to confirm, "you mean... you want to try intercourse?"
and, after a long silence, his son, still clearly more embarrassed than he's ever been in his life, slowly nods to answer his dad, looking down at the table and occasionally glancing back up...
and dad takes the time to consider it, despite already knowing his answer... which surprises his son, though not all that much, when he says, "sure, but i'll need you to give me five minutes to wrap up before taking a break... think you can go to your room and get ready for me like you usually get ready on yourself?" and he says it as if it's the most normal thing in the world to be saying, agreeing to a proposition with his trans teen son, but his son hastily nods and gets up from the table, walking to his room, fast, and leaving the door open ajar as he pushes it behind him...
and then dad, true to his word, takes a few minutes to finish his work before shutting the lid of his laptop and getting up to head toward his son's bedroom, slowly pushing the door back open as he enters the threshold, looking down at his son lying down over the covers, his shorts and boxers kicked off and onto the floor, socks still covering his feet, still wearing a t-shirt and hoodie over his torso, his legs pressed together and bent to hide himself, anxiously waiting for his dad... and his dad smiles warmly at him, undoing the fastening on his chinos as he starts to undress, sitting down on the bed next to his son's hot, half-naked body...
and he slowly reaches up to part his son's knees from the side, telling him to "just relax, honey," running his hand up and down the inside of his son's thighs to coax them apart, dipping down into the valley of his legs to gently stroke his son's growing t-dick amidst the lush bush he's grown atop his pubic mound... and dad tells him how good he looks, remarking "oh, look how much hair you've grown down here... and your cock is already getting kind of big."
and dad keeps an eye on his son, who has one hand at his forehead, gripping at his hair, while the other is resting against one side of his chest, groping at himself through the thick fabric of his hoodie... and dad tells him, "feeling okay, kiddo? want to take that sweatshirt off? you're looking a little over-heated," and helps his son sit up in bed to disrobe, the sweatshirt being discarded off the side of the bed, son not even waiting before casting his t-shirt aside, too, totally nude aside from his socks... but dad doesn't need those out of the way, so they can stay on... and, soon, dad returns to rubbing the outside of his son's front hole, venturing to dip a finger inside, which makes his son finally moan nice and long... and dad asks, "does that feel good, bud?" to which his son can hardly respond in words, slowly nodding his head while his eyes drift shut, his breathing growing heavy...
and dad keeps going, gently fingering his son, fingers now slowly pushing in and out, getting him used to the intrusion and the rhythm... after all, even if he had used a dildo many times before, by now, it wasn't as though his hot teen cunt wasn't still young and tight, still getting used to penetration...
and, as dad continues stimulating him, he comments on how wet he is... how engorged his t-dick is... saying, "you've gotten so wet for me, huh? and your cock is even getting hard," to which his son can only moan and whine things like "mm... dad..." and "oh... fuck... dad," between panting breaths... and dad keeps going, his own dick stiffening and tenting in his boxer briefs... until his son's hands find their way to dad's forearm, squeezing it a little... and dad asks, "want to stop, baby?" and his son shakes his head against, looking up at his dad to say, "no... keep going... i... i need you."
and dad, wanting more, asks, "need me how, bud?" and his son bites his bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth before answering, "i... need you inside me..." and his dad's brows raise, dad looking surprised but pleased... and dad asks, to be certain, "you want my cock inside you, kiddo?" and his son nods his head eagerly, his inhibitions lost now as dad gets up from the bed and sheds his underwear, getting back onto the mattress and positioning himself between his son's legs which, right now, are spread open, almost impatiently, as he stares down at his dad's crotch, at the long dick that bounces gently over his thick, swollen balls... and his jaw falls a little, as if the head had hypnotized him...
and his dad chuckles a little, watching his son's lust-addled expression as he grabs hold of his own cock and strokes it, the meatus leaking precum which dribbles down over his dad's knuckles on each downstroke, down onto the cover of his duvet... and then dad lightly pets the insides of his son's thighs again, lowering himself until the head of his cock meets the foreskin-covered head of his son's cock, rubbing himself up and down his slit...
and dad looks at his son's face as his son stares back at him, mouth still hanging open, as he aligns himself with his son's front hole and starts opening him up with his uncovered shaft... and dad's dick feels like it's stuffing him tight... centimeter by centimeter, filling him up full...
and son's hands go to his chest, kneading and squeezing and tugging on himself, breathing hitching as dad bottoms out inside of his cunt... and then dad begins pulling his cock out... slowly... letting his son feel himself empty before easily slipping back in, taking his son's moans as encouragement as he sheaths himself again, fully inside his son's hot cock sleeve of a channel... wet and hot and clenching...
and dad goes slow, at first, like when he's given his son back scratches or shoulder rubs before... and dad cups his son's hip with one hand as he leans forward on the other hand, which is flat against the covers of his boy's bed, the motion of his hips picking up speed the longer he goes, in and out, fucking him... dad is fucking him... and his son moans, loudly, "ohh, fuck, dad!"
and dad can feel his boy's cunt squeezing him, drawing him in, wanting to lock him there each time he thrusts inside, saying, "good job, baby boy... you like taking daddy's cock inside you? okay, kiddo... just relax... just enjoy..." as he thrusts...
and when his bare cock feels his son chasing his own orgasm, he picks up the pace, driving himself harder and faster into his boy's cunt, listening as his moans devolve quickly into unintelligible vocalizations...
and then, suddenly, his son tightens around his cock, the walls of his soaking wet channel spasming around him... and dad can't hold back...
and dad announces, "good boy, you want my cum? baby, do you want my cum inside you, too?" to which his son frantically nods, and dad can feel him grip his cock even harder at that...
always quick to please, he thrusts deep and fast as his son is letting himself be lost in the throes of a hard orgasm, the moans and exclamations tumbling out of his mouth each time he almost ruts against his baby boy's cervix, going, "god! fuck, dad, fuck me! oh god, fuck me! fuck me! fuck me! aah, dad!"
and his dad, determined, lets his hips snap against his son's groin with each thrust inside of him, letting his own orgasm erupt with a grunt, his semen shooting against his son's hot insides, his thrusts fast and pistoning out of time before he simply stops, dad's legs relaxing in the furrow of his son's...
and his son feels the innermost part of himself bathed in his dad's cum... and he shudders, his body trembling already in post-coital bliss...
"oh, dad," he moans, "can we... can we do that again?"
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In a tired haze he walks downstairs to get a drink and notices the flickering light from the monitor on downstairs...
"Shit, did I forget to turn it off?"
His footsteps softly thud down the linoleum, a paw carding down the rail
You're angled with your legs spread, jerking off to one of the same dirty videos he saw just this afternoon.
Dad blinks a few times, yet there you are
Arm moving, that cute face of yours all dazed and pretty
that's his boy
A stirring in his loins is fanned by an errant paw, groping beneath his robes as he watches your expression shift
The more roughly the older man on screen handles his "son", slamming into his hole with reckless abandon, the more you shift, legs spreading with the soft wet slaps of your dick
Your dad mutters a low "Fuuck...good boy," proudly as you pump your shaft
He follows behind at a similar pace, his tired haze flooded with a hot buzz of insistence to see his boy shoot a load before he heads back to bed
or maybe he should wait up here for you and let you get a glance at his cock?
He's got a great angle of you spread out for him, imagining how he might be able to split you himself one of these days, to spread those thighs and spear into you with his greasy cock
Your dad throbs hard at the thought, slit already weeping pearly beads...he'll have to give you a good talking to.
Son who isn’t just in love with his dad, but in love with the man his dad is. Son who snoops through old photos of his dad in his youth and drools over how attractive he was and still is. Son who fantasizes about meeting his dad when he was younger, maybe they’d be friends? Maybe something more? Maybe he’ll steal a photo and hide it under his pillow for safekeeping to jerk off to later.
Son who starts seeing his dad as less of a dad and more of the man. Son who watches his quirks and mannerisms closely and falls more head over heels. Son who gazes longingly at his dad when they’re together and wishes they could cross that boundary without consequences. Son who desperately wants his dad to be his boyfriend/husband and stays up at night thinking about kissing and making love to him.
Confessing to dad that yes, you are in love with him, and you’re fully expecting him to disown you and kick you out. But instead he advances forward and pulls you into his arms, shushing you and kissing your forehead like always.
“You think I don’t know?” He chuckles and slowly rakes his fingers down the curve of your spine. “I know how you look at me, sweetheart. Don’t be afraid to tell me what you need. You know I love you too, right?”
He says it so casually despite how wrong it is, but it only makes you want him more. And you know he doesn’t mean it innocently. You know that once all the words and sentiments are exchanged, his lips will be clamped around your throat and his cock will be buried deep inside you…just like you always wanted.
I'm attracted to father x son relationships (as well as other male shipcest, but I've always been more drawn to the parent x child dynamic), but I like other dynamic of these relationships, I love it when younger one dominates older one, there's something about it, unlike dynamic where father dominates son, I understand the appeal of this, but it's ordinary
free uuuuse oh my god. horny dad coming up behind you, grinding into your ass, shoving his face in your neck no matter what you're doing– you always end up on your knees, or leg hiked up, foot on the counter, pants shoved down and panties pulled to the side. forgetting all about what you were trying to do before he came onto you, used you to get off. grunting and moaning all breathy and covering your mouuuth or grabbing at your hair or
Kind of obsessed with the idea of a Daddy werewolf scenting that his puppy is going into their very first heat.. waiting until he can tell they’re barely able to control themself, trying so hard to hide it.. forcing them to the ground and sinking his thick cock into their needy, dripping little cunt while his fangs graze the soft skin of their throat.. his puppy trying their hardest to squirm and fight back but they’re totally helpless under him, begging their Daddy no, please don’t, but he’s already pounding his cock deep inside of them, and they can’t help how good it feels, their heat making them so dizzy, so needy.. trying so hard not to cum but they can’t help it, their Daddy’s cock feels so good stretching their virgin puppycunt.. until they’ve cum so many times and can’t even manage to cry anymore, and just lose themself entirely to the pleasure, begging their Daddy for more, begging him to claim them as his, begging to be bred by their own Daddy. Forcing the swell of his knot into their little cunt with a slick pop, the tip of his cock pressed against their cervix as he pumps rope after rope of hot cum into their womb, claiming them as his and his alone .. 🖤
I need to be knocked up so bad I need to be raped pregnant I need cum against my unprotected cervix I need to be pregnant I need to be pregnant I need to be pregnant I need to be pregnant I need to be pregnant fuck fuck fuck
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