Ouf your last post got me thinking. So. This is decidedly Bad Wrong. Sorry not sorry?
Dad who peaked young, is now just divorced, lonely, and bitter.
His kid's 18, just graduated, has a whole world of opportunities ahead of him. Son spending the summer with dad, all hyped about college, and when autumn finally rolls around Dad helps him move into the dorms.
Sees all the other young men there, finds himself just burning with jealousy. It's the last push he needs to swap out his son's birth control with placebos. Gifts him a box of condoms with a grin and a "stay safe," knowing damn well the condoms are tampered with — it was him who did the tampering, after all.
And maybe it takes some time, much to Dad's agitation. He plays it up well for his kid, praising his accomplishments but patiently waiting for his downfall. Maybe it's not until the end of the semester that his son comes home one weekend, tears in his eyes as he tells his dad he's knocked up.
I don't know how it happened, I mean, I've had some condoms break but I'm on birth control! This shouldn't be happening to me dad!
Dad just tuts, asks about the other father only to (gleefully) watch his poor, ashamed son admit he doesn't know who it could be. (And here he hadn't even known his boy was such a slut!)
Son starts spending more and more time at dad's and less and less time at school.
And maybe dad starts to feel just a bit guilty, when his son finally says he's going to drop out. It's like the key to hid dormant paternal instinct.
So he spends more time with his boy, dotes on him in a way he never had when his son was just a child. The son greedily soaks it all up, desperate for affection and approval. And his dad is so loving, showering him with hugs and forehead kisses throughout the day, caressing his steadily growing baby bump and reassuring him that yes, he still looks good, he's so handsome even swollen and pregnant.
(Meanwhile the guilt eats at the Dad as he becomes increasingly aware of just how attractive his son is, how much he loves seeing him bred up like he is, fantasising about filling him again and again and again—)
It all comes to a head the day he comes home to hearing his son cry, rushing to his room to see his poor pregnant boy trying so hard (and failing) to fuck himself with a dildo.
He finds himself beside the bed, asking if he needs help. And his son only nods, all teary-eyed. And sure it starts off innocent enough, just helping out, fucking his boy's hole with the toy, teasing him for being too round to pleasure himself, praising him for how pretty he looks, encouraging him to be louder, until
Fuck– Dad, dad, please! Please fuck me, just fuck me—
And he's the whole reason his son is here, in this position, pregnant and horny, and now crying for his dad to fuck him. Really the dad owes it to him, right? Sure. Right.
So he replaces the pitiful with his much larger cock, ploughs into his son's greedy little hole. And it's so much better than he imagined, he loses himself in it.
Fuck baby– begging for dad's cock– shameless little slut– just born to be bred– fuckin perfect for it– should keep you knocked up– god son you're so hot like this– yeah, cmon, let me hear you– that's it, take it– beg for it baby, beg dad to breed you–
And he does, panting and whining like a bitch in heat as he pleads for his dad to fill him up, give him another baby. Obviously he can't, not yet, but it's good practice, because theres no way he can live with only having his son like this once.
(... or something. that's all I got lol)
"This is bad wrong" this is what half of the posts on this blog are like anon 😂
Anyway utterly perfect, this is exactly what I was picturing, Dad peaked early - likely ended up with his kid early - and he's so mad and jealous looking at that dorm room that he does something unthinkable; and once his son is actually for real pregnant and starts to show, once he is actually for real dropping out and ruining his life, it hits all at once what he's done here, how utterly fucked up it was, and the cherry on top is that he thinks his son is hot knocked up.
Guilty deep to his bones and desperate to try and make up for what he's done, his son sad and alone and hormonal... closer and more affectionate than they've ever been for the boy's whole life; he's used to standoffish resentment from his father, and now they're joined at the hip.
Of course this new codependency results in sex; framing finally fucking him as an act of service is so fun and perfect for him, it's not fucked up because his poor boy needs it. Dad got him hooked on sex, got him knocked up, so he's just being a good father as he satisfies his needs and sinks his cock into his own pregnant son - who's only like this, so desperate and wanting, because of him, but that fact turns him on as much as it makes him guilty now, that he's taken his boy and molded him into this.
And the son is over the moon at all the love and attention Dad is giving him, can't get enough of Dad filling him up better than any of his various hookups ever did; all he had to do was get pregnant for his father to finally pay attention to him, and he'll get pregnant again and again as many times as it takes to make sure he never takes his hands off him again. Being Dad's baby-making fuck toy is all he needs to be anymore.