#soncest

[evansconsole2]

loveeeee dads who fuck you from behind, starting you on your hands and knees, but eventually getting too impatient and rough that he knocks you down, arm coming around your neck to put you in a headlock, pressing you into the mattress with his whole weight on top of you. he’s not even thrusting at this point, just humping and grinding into a warm wet hole as he grunts beside your ear… sigh

[ickytreats]

Warning! This post can contain Fauxcest, CNC, and Dark themes. This is always pictured to be between Consenting adults and never actually related!

Coming home to see Dad fucking big bro. Big bro is so flustered and as dad covers his mouth. Dad is being so mean on his poor hole! Right on the couch with no worry that someone like his daughter can walk in. Dad has him in the prettiest full Nelson exposing that needy tdick. Dad's moans are heard all around the house, I could even hear them when I walked to the door.

I close the door behind me and I can feel my big brothers eyes on me. I smirk at him and shrug as I make my way to the other couch. Plopping down and getting comfortable as I watch them. Finally dad uncovers big brothers mouth, get out! He grunts, mhm no I think I'll watch. I smile, you're a bitch. I'm not the one who's getting fucked by Dad, I scuff. Finally getting put in your damn place, I roll my eyes and grab my phone. Dad doesn't even bother with our banter he is so used to our arguing. I'll fucking get you, big brother gasps when Dad sits him completely down on his cock. Slapping his dick before making him ride him.

Maybe you will but for now I get to see you be dad's fuck toy. I start recording him, smile! I smile at him as he is made to ride Dad. Stop recording me! Dad! Big bro whines, and dad finally buts in. Leave your big brother alone before I make you come over here and suck his damn dick. I roll my eyes and stop recording, fine...fine... But you should know ... He's the one who had been sneaking out! Little sis! Oh really? I watch as big bro is suddenly flipped onto the couch. Bottom up and face shoved into the cushion Dad pounding into him meaner than before. Big brothers loud moans are muffled as I get up, walking over with a smile and crouching down to his level. Good luck, big bro...I'll wait for your revenge, I reach and hand and softly touch his tdick. If you can function after, I laugh and get up walking away.

[backwoodsboybait]

boy that texts “you’re old enough to be my dad” then sends a video of him jerking off and fingering himself

[sterrewithruepeeps]

dad fucking his horny son into the car seat because his kiddo wouldn't stop whining for his dad's touch and jerking himself off in the passenger seat on a long road trip together

bonus points if dad gets enough of his son's slutty behaviour and decides to pull over off the road to fuck his boy right there against the car in broad daylight for everyone to see

[lukefbecker2]

Just watching TV in my boxers on the couch with my son. He starts to snuggle closer. Slowly, I slip my hand down his briefs. His breathing gets heavier. Just gently start to stroke his clit. Immediately soaking wet. My boy starts to moan as my fingers slip over his throbbing tdick, but I act like there's nothing going on. Just watching the tube and gently teasing his dick. Yeah, I'm obviously pitching a tent in my boxers. I love making my son moan like that. He squirms a little bit until he can slip one hand into the fly of my boxers and grab my boner and start to stroke it.

"Found something, bud?"

"Uh-huh," he says, panting a little.

"Go ahead, you can take it out."

Without any hesitation, my son pulls my hard cock through the fly of my boxers. He buries his face in my crotch and takes a nice deep whiff. I feel his tdick twitch under my fingers. I slip a couple of fingers into his dripping cunt and I'm rewarded with a gasp.

"Show me what you want, champ."

My son stands up, my fingers slipping out of him, my hand slipping out of his undies. He straddles my lap, one spit-slicked hand stroking my straining cock.

"I want this, Dad," he says, his eyes boring into mine.

I don't even bother letting him take em off, I just rip the front of his tighty whities open as he straddles me. The next moment he's guiding my cock into his pussy, my hand on the small of his back, balancing him. I groan with pleasure as I bottom out in my son.

"You make me so damn proud, son."

He's riding me, thighs flexing as he slides that sweet hole up and down my shaft. I look into his eyes, watching them start to glaze with pleasure.

"I love you, Dad," he whispers between his pants and moans.

My heart is bursting as I grab him tight, hugging my beautiful son close. I take over the action, steadily pistoning my dick in and out of him, my face buried against his neck.

"I love you so much, kid." I'm panting and moaning as much as he is by now. I can smell our sweat and the scent of his pussy. We're picking up our pace, my boy grinding his hips as I fuck deep into him.

I shift so I can look my boy in the eyes again. My beautiful boy. His hands are on my sweaty chest. Looking into his eyes, I can feel my orgasm building. I think he can tell.

"Please, Dad…"

Of course I'm going to give him my load. I've ever pulled out, and I'm not gonna start now. But all the same, I give him my crooked smile.

"This is so fucked up, son."

My son just moans and grabs my shoulders.

"That's your favorite part, isn't it, kid? How messed up it is?"

"Dad," he pants. "Please, Dad!"

My fingers are digging into his hips, I'm really pounding into him now.

"Fuck, I can't hold back. I'm gonna bust in you, champ."

I pull him hard, into a nearly rib-cracking embrace. Fuck. This is gonna be a big one. Suddenly I'm buried to the root in my son's cunt, muffling my shout in his shoulder. Cumming inside my own son. I shouldn't love him like this. Doesn't stop us. As my load keeps coming, I start fucking it deeper into him. I don't know if he cums, I don't care. My boy just feels too good to stop. I can feel myself start to soften, but I keep fucking my cum deeper until I'm rock hard again. But that's for round two, if he isn't exhausted after what I have in store for him.

I grab my son under the thighs and lift him off my cock, plant his pussy right in my face. He smells amazing, his sweat and pussy mingling with my cum. No hesitation. I shove my tonge in his cunt. My boy cries out and grips my shoulders, hard. The taste of my cum in his pussy drives me wild. I start sucking his clit like there's no tomorrow. Slurping that tdick while drool runs down my face with the cum and squirt dripping from his pussy. He's practically screaming with pleasure as I suck him off. I can feel him trembling, his grip tightening even more. Might even leave a bruise for tomorrow!

"Aah! Dad!"

l'm smiling while I suck my boy off. My beard is soaked in him now, my son's juices and my own cum dripping to run down my chest, mixing with our sweat. He's getting close. Almost there.

I let one finger brush his tight little asshole, just a tease. A sharp spurt hits my tonge and soaks my beard.

"DAD!"

Goddamn, I love making my son cum. My heart's pounding, my dick's throbbing. I don't let up, pushing my son past post-orgasm torture until he's cumming again. Savoring the taste of his cunt as he squirts again. My son, cumming in his dad's mouth.

I let up and he collapses down onto me, panting like he's run a marathon. He nuzzles face against my sweaty chest. I think I hear him mumble "I love you," but it's clear I've worn him out. My cock is gently twitching between his cheeks, but that can wait. I kiss the top of his head, caress his sweaty back.

"I love you so much, champ. You make me so proud."

I maneuver us to lie down, him resting his head on my chest. He nuzzles closer to my armpit, takes a nice deep breath. My beautiful boy mumbles contentedly, and before I know it, he's asleep.

[g0r3hound]

my son comes home from school while i’m angry and drunk. once he walks in i immediately ask for his report card, since i know it’s that day. he sheepishly hands it over to me while i take another swig from my beer.

“An F in math..” I grumble, glaring over the paper, “And a D in PE.. how the-hic— hell did you get a D in PE?”

“I don’t like the activities,” he mumbles, dipping his head down.

I sneer and grab him by the collar, forcing him down next to me on the couch. “Y’know I fuckin raised you better.. you’re so smart..” I growl, grabbing him by the hips as he gasps. “You’re not applying yourself.” He starts to say something, but the words don’t form as I pull his pants down, his face flushing.

“Dad, what are you—“ he starts, but lets out a surprised squeak as i pull his underwear down, palm coming up to rest on his plush cunt.

“You—h.. need to learn your lesson.. you’re gonna take what I give you,” I grumble, before dipping my head down. Before he can even speak, my tongue is invading his pretty, tight hole. He whines out as I curl it inside of him and grip his thighs.

“That feels— weird—“ he stammers before whining out again as i start to rub his clit at the same time, making him shake and writhe. I pull my tongue out from his hole and slowly run it up his cunt before starting to suck on his clit hard, relentlessly. He starts babbling about how ‘it’s too much, it’s too much,’ but i don’t give a shit. Brat needs to learn his lesson somehow.

After I started fingering him while doing that he eventually came in my mouth and passed out. I just left him on the couch spread out like that. Pathetic thing.

[sluttmutttt]

I need to be someone's little boy that they molest,,, please touch my little boy parts,,, my little clit is so sensitive,, my boycunt so tight,,,,

Op info: bi trans man || He/him or it/its || DMs and Ask Box open (ask box preferred) || hardly any limits

[pregulator]

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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