My son asked me to take him to the mall today. He said he needed new clothes or something. I’d said I’d take him, so I drove us on down to the mall. I pulled up to the entrance and parked the car. I was just wearing a t-shirt and shorts, having just rolled out of bed. I got out of the car and saw my son doing the same. He was wearing gray jeans with a floral button up shirt, the top few buttons unbuttoned to reveal his smooth, tan chest.
“Lead the way, boy,” I said.
“Okay daddy.” He flashed a smile before he led the way into the first store, American Eagle. I followed him as he aproached a shelf stacked with multiple pairs of jeans. He looked for a few minutes as I stayed a few feet away, checking my phone.
“Dad, come to the changing room with me,” he said as he made his way over to the stalls. I followed, sitting on a bench right outside of the doors. Again, I waited on my phone for my boy to be done.
I heard the door squeak open and I looked up from my phone. I quietly gasped. “You like these pants, Dad?” he said, turning around, posing for me. His pants were skin tight, hugging his surprisingly plump behind and thick thighs. I never noticed how similar he was to his mother. I wondered if he was a cock whore like she is.
“They look great son. I think you should get them,” I said trying to hide my excitement. I readjusted my hardening cock in my shorts, hiding my growing bulge.
My boy smiled. “Okay Daddy.” He re-emerged from the stall moments later in his own jeans, the new pair in his hands. “Let’s go check out.”
There was a line of about 4-5 people already at the regester. My son got in line and I got behind him. I was excited to catch another glimpse of his round butt. I covered my hands over my crotch, my dick continuing to grow. Fuck, I wish I could see his bare ass, I thought. I know he’s my son, but his body is driving me crazy.
It was as if my prayers were heard. I watched as my son hooked his thumb into the waistband of his jeans and quickly pulled them down over his round ass. It was amazing, golden and hairless. My own cock grew, tenting in my flimsy shorts.
I slowly reached out, pulling my hand on my son’s bare ass. He didn’t react at all, pretending not to feel his father groping him. I squeezed his ass as I looked around to all of the other people in the store. I needed to get my son alone.
I quickly left the line, my hand covering my severe bulge. I picked up the closest thing I could find, a red jockstrap.
“Hey boy,” I said as I walked over. “You forgot to try this on.” I handed him the underwear in a ball and pulled him from the line. He smiled as we went back to the changing room, this time both of us sneaking in.
I sat down on the bench in the stall. “Go on, son. Try it on.” I started rubbing my obvious tent, my hand going up and down my thick, covered cock. The younger boy grinned as he saw and turned around to take off his pants. He bent over, giving me the best view of his smooth ass. I caught a glimpse of his hole as he bent over to pick up his jeans. I smirked when I realized that the little fucker was freeballing the whole time, his dick fully erect.
As he slid the tight undies on he turned around to face me, his package straining against the bright red fabric. “How are they dad?” he asked, posing for me. His thick legs made me drool.
“Hmmm, I don’t know. Maybe if you take your shirt off I’ll see it better.” I smirked at him as I wrapped my hand around the thick tent in my shorts.
He smiled back at me as he unbuttoned his shirt, not saying a word. The floral shirt slid off his tan shoulders and onto the floor. His chest was slightly defined and completely hairless. His tan pecs sloped into his flat stomach. His brown nipples were hard in the air conditioned store.
“Nice, son. Turn around.” My boy did as he was told, spinning around, his back towards me. His bare ass looked fat in his jock. He looked back at his booty as he moved his ass cheeks up and down, smiling. At last I couldn’t take any more. I got on my knees behind my boy and spread his ass cheeks apart, pressing my tongue against his puckered hole. He moaned softly, not wanting to be heard. I run my tongue from his taint to the top of asscrack, tasting my boy. I started to flick my wet tongue on his sweet hole in between long licks. My tongue began to pick up speed, exploring my son’s hairless hole. I grabbed onto his supple ass and smacked it hard as I buried my face into his young pussy.
His moans grew in quantity and volume as my stubble rubbed against his ass. My tongue coated my son’s sexy hole with spit. I flicked my tongue against his tasty pucker as I slid one, and then two fingers up his ass. He moaned in response, in pleasure not pain. I gave it one final slap before I stood up, tearing my fingers from his warm pussy. I finally pulled my shorts down and my long, uncut cock fell out. It was thick and pale surrounded by short, dark pubes. I gave it a few strokes before rubbing the tip against my son’s opening.
“Ooh Daddy, give me your big cock,” he moaned softly, grinding his ass back into my shaft.
“Yeah son? You want your Dad to fuck you?” I allogned my cock. “You wanna be bent over in the middle of the mall and pounded?” I grabbed onto his soft hips. “You want this dick?”
He moaned in the affirmative. I grinned as I pushed forward, driving my slick rod up his wet pussy. He groaned in pain, which just made my dick harder. I bortomed out in my son and wrapped my arms around him, forcing as much in as I could. I grabbed his throat with one hand as he grunts became deeper and his gasps louder.
I started thrusting in and out, using my son’s throat for leverage. His moans reminded me of his mother, though his ass was much tighter. I grabbed his hips again as my thrusts became more powerful. I grabbed the straps of his jock and pulled them like the reins of a horse, controlling his ass. I drove my thick cock in and out of his tight cunt.
The stall began to fill with the sounds of my hairy balls slapping against my boy’s smooth taint. As the sounds of our rough sex got louder, so did his grunts and moans. With one of his hands he rubbed his aching bulge while his other hand was pressed against the wall.
I pulled the young boy by the straps and pushed him on the floor, my shlong never leaving his tight insides. “I didn’t know my son could take a pounding,” I moaned deeply as I began to speed it up again.
“Daddy, your cock is so huge. Fuck me!” He moaned.
“What do you say son?” I said, slowing but not stopping my rough thrusts.
“Please fuck me, daddy! Pound my virgin ass!” he begged. I happily obliged, the sounds of sex were probably audible throughout the entire store. I grabbed my son’s tan ass and fucked it like I hadn’t drained my balls in weeks.
The urge to cum came out of nowhere. His silky pussy milked the cum straight out of my balls. I grunted and unloaded shot after shot in my son’s pretty, tan ass. I kept my massive hardon inside of the boy as I painted on top of him. I felt the floor, and my son must have came through the jock strap he was trying on and onto the floor, leaving a sticky mess.
My dick slipped from his hole. I forcefully aligned my son’s face with the small puddle of jizz and made him lap it up. Seeing my cute son eating his own load off of the dirty floor hardened me right up again. After he finished with his own cum, I shoved my cum-covered member into his eager mouth. The young slut slurped on it, happy to be throating his Dad’s cock.
One messy load later we emerged from the changing room, sweaty and smelly. All eyes went on us as we went to the register to buy the boy’s tight pants. I knew that the small crowd in the store had heard me make rough love to my younger son. We escaped into the car, where he sucked me all the way home. Having my son be my own cock whore is never gonna get old.
As promised! Thank you so much for submitting that boy pic.
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