#dadforkerwriting

[dadforker]

fuck it, i just wanna be a doggy and get bent in half by a hairy dad thrice my age.

have him storm into my room while i'm on the computer and be lifted onto his lap and filled with dick so fast my brain is already melting around the girth bulging in my stomach before I know what's going on.

he's the kind of dad who likes to say, "Knock one bitch up and you'll have another to use for the rest of your life if you raise em right."

ya get so hooked and cockdrunk on him that cuddles on the couch don't feel the same without the scrape of his crotch reassuring you that he'll find your hole no matter what.

the visceral need to have dad playfully yank your tail upwards and rub into that hole a pair of two meaty fingers. he keeps drawing them out to suck and tongue at it for a more slimy entrance

and because he likes the taste.

[dadforker]

Jerking to dad's porn history at 3am 

Search results like: "dad on son," and "dilf destroys boy's hole," or "dad finds out son is gay."

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.

[dadforker]

i really like the moment in incest when the wires in a father's brain begin to entangle when thinking about his son in sexual scenarios- and because these visuals won't come loose, his brain's all tied up in a knot of constant horny frustration that he knows he isn't allowed to relieve without guilt

[dadforker]

Your dad tries to write you a card for Valentine's Day, though he gets a bit sidetracked thinking about all the ways he could express how much loves you. 

Just picture receiving a stained, suspicious envelope from your dad and him standing there, sweating with a soft yet nervous grin before quietly sitting at the other end of the table to quietly watch you with clasped hands. He doesn’t make any jokes alongside the crappy cards he usually gets you for these kinds of holidays, which fills the air with a weird tone you're not used to.

When you rip open the envelope and take out the cute little card, you naturally smile at how ironic the red glittery heart looks on the front. He must’ve reused an old valentines card or something. 

Then you open it. 

Your eyes then widen at the messy paragraphs, a smudged scrawl of words that scatter across the page, circling the cute little message of Happy Valentine’s day printed in the centre with hearts, all written with a definite and throbbing boner in his hand.

It may go something like this;

- - - - - - - - - -

“I love you son and I hope you have a good Valentine's Day, you mean so much to me and I am proud of the man you have become. I missed talking to you and being with you, cuddling together and chatting about anything on your mind. I want to know everything that’s been going on in your life. I love you and that cute butt of yours haha, you definitely got it from your mother. I think about how it would stretch open on me sometimes…and well, actually all the time and those beautiful sounds you would make if I got my hands on you. You’re so fucking handsome to me and I’m sorry I haven’t made that clearer. I’m getting hard writing this, I love you baby, you don’t know what you mean to me, you’re all I need to cum honestly and that scares me. I’m nervous writing this but fuck I can’t stop moving my hand. Just imagining those lips wrapped around me, goddamn fuck i love you i love you so much i could drain my balls in you and i’d want you to love it, i’ve been told i cum too much so we can use condoms, but i’d love to eat it out of you if you’d let me. i imagine you would struggle because i’m a big guy, but i would let you get used to it. i’d love to just be inside you. i don’t know if i could be patient though haha you’re so cute fuck. ♥ Happy Valentine's Day! ♥ i have so much backed up, less than i wanted while writing this and realizing how crazy you make me, god i’ve already came under the table its all wet and my hands are sticky i need to wash up after. you’re gonna read this and open it and know what a gross dad i am but i want you to know nothing has to change. god i want it to, but i love you and i want you to love me and be comfortable around me but this is already so much that i’m getting hard again and sad and my heart’s beating wondering what you’ll say or if you’ll leave. Are you going to lick my cum off your fingers when you’re done reading this? Will you throw this card away and never talk to me? Are you wondering what I would do to you if you say no? Daddy wants you so bad but I would never force you. Never. Even If I love to imagine taking advantage and holding you close to me, I care about you so much I would wait for you as long as it takes. I want you so bad that I would take care of you if you ever get aroused and need it, no questions asked. I’ll make you cum and make it all go away, but it doesn’t have to mean anything. I will always love you. You don’t need to say anything back if you aren’t comfortable, son. I love you. Happy Valentine's Day.” - From Dad 

- - - - - - - - - -

The pen ink is smudged, and his words are barely legible through the haze of cum stains and his pressed palm in an attempt to write without holding down the paper using his other hand.

You stare for a while, not just at the words, but the card, its meaning and how this changes things for the both of you. If you'd happen to look up when you're finished, the expression on your face would be answer enough for your dad.

His hands unclasp and squeeze the table when he rises to slowly walk over and put an arm around your shoulder. He lowers himself to your level, and speaks gently, tone warm and fatherly like it should be. "That was a lot. Wasn't it?"

Your head bobs softly, and you realize you're nodding.

"Yeah...was a lot for me too. You're a real ballbuster when you wanna be. Had me worried."

You hear the smile in his voice and he pulls you in just a tad closer to his bulk.

"Normally I'd say sorry for just...springing this on ya, but...well, once I saw you staring like that, I got the impression you appreciated my thoughts."

His pants unzip.

"Now...how about you say thank you to daddy for the card?"

[dadforker]

What if you had two rough dads and one of them caught you in a nelson hold from behind- your body held, writhing off the ground so that your other dad can kneel and suck you off.

Once your legs are trembling from one's sloppy blowjob, they can swap out and take turns going down on your weakened body

[dadforker]

As a dilf, have you grabbed your son from behind and rubbed across his hip bones sensually, thumbs dipping into the heat of his inner thighs in a warm murmur of praise about how good it'd feel to stick your stiff cock between his legs? or are you just some sicko or something

[dadforker]

You've got a biological dad who you were allowed to reach out to once you come of age, supposedly.

You forgot about it for a bit until you stumble upon the fact years later, though why would your parents hold back the truth and not remind you? Surely he's not that bad, so you forgo asking altogether.

The conversation is overtaken by his enthusiasm the moment you call, revealing who you are. He regularly visits the sperm bank even now and has always fantasized about one of his kids reaching out to him, not that it's happened yet until now since he's got a bit of a reputation, or so he says.

You're calling him on the phone, but the way his voice is so haggard with revitalization, the shudder of his breath like a warmth culled through the speakers of your phone, it almost sounds like he's jerking off faintly- you hear him exhale as he asks you to go on, keep talking about yourself for him.

You hesitate, but tell him your hobbies, get lost in what you're into and what you’ve done lately. He asks if you happen to have a girlfriend...or maybe a boyfriend yet. No? He chuckles softly, the concept of purity a funny thing, and groans, the sound of a bed or couch creaking under him. He reads to you the name of one of those sketchy websites to login to for messaging if you don’t have it already, and that he'll even add you on it himself.

He wants to video chat.

You’re alone in your bedroom but your nerves are frayed with excitement. What does he want to show you? The website is simple enough to create an account for and you type in the username he gave you, adding him as a friend. Not even seconds later he’s sending, “hey son. eager to see me?” You’re flushed, but it’s true, regardless of how uncomfortable stir in your gut is. You’re curious what the man looks like, and it’s not long before you find out.

You see your biological dad- well, that might be a stretch. What you see is a grown hairy man stroking his well lubricated meat, face obscured by the dark of his room leaned back in his computer chair. He takes a pause every now and then to type with one hand, keeping a relatively slow pace with the other and he keeps prodding, asking to see your face, cockhead beading with pre as it glints under the dim light of his monitor.

It takes a few moments of fumbling but you turn your camera on and he's suddenly picked up the pace, a muted groan working its way through your computer’s speakers. He’s jerking off quicker, showing his length off to the camera as if shoving his dick as close as he can to your face through it.

He tells you he wants to cum for you, show you how much he enjoys doing it, and he stops typing altogether to focus on finishing, rocking his cock into both hands to bring himself to orgasm- the wet splaps of his greasy dick, palms buried in the bed of his hairy pubes go up in a rise on his overhanging stomach. The motion blurs until his hips still their bucking, cloudy drops speckling the view of it all in a wash of his sperm. His voice echoes out again, cut through the speakers short as he pumps a remaining few drops out in a sag of finality.

He slumps back in his seat, body heaving with slow breaths before he continues again with a single hand, working himself back to a semi with ease, fingers teasing the loose skin back and forth over his swollen head, a finger sweeping up over his slit, hand disappearing through the dark up to his mouth for a taste of his release.

“wanna show dad yours too son?"

[dadforker]

accompanying your big serious dad who's into hunting and deciding to prank him so that when he turns to ask you something, sights cast away from the scope of his rifle, he'd be taken by the sight of your hole winking for him, cheeks surrounded by a big red painted target sign enveloping your ass