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Andrew was at a loss for words, all his conviction left him at seeing his sexy son in full daylight naked and aroused. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the cock that was still rubbing against him. He was in pajama pants and a tee shirt, an attempt to try to go back to how it was. Their normal mornings. But things had changed, it wasn’t normal at all and he didn’t know if Troy would let him address it. Troy was clearly enjoying himself.

Troy suddenly went over to the fridge and pulled out the orange juice and placed it on the table. Then he leaned against the countertop and started to stroke himself as he watched his dad cook. He could see that Andrew was trying to ignore him and that just made him want to break his defenses more. He pulled slowly on his cock then said, “When I went to bed I fingered myself open, thinking about what you had done to me.”

The wooden spatula stuttered against the side of the frying pan as Andrew shivered, arousal rushing through his body as he conjured an image of his handsome son with his own fingers shoved up his ass. He listened, his heart pounding wildly.

“It was so nice, fucking my ass as I remembered the feel of your lips around me. I haven’t been sucked off in a long time,” Troy let out a moan and smiled when he saw his dad’s eyes flick over to look at his cock. He stroked himself quickly, showing off for his dad before the older man looked away. He licked his lips, “and I can’t remember anyone taking it so well. Normally people tell me to slow down or stop, but not you. My slutty father took it just fine. A prime cockwhore,” he moaned as he continued to pleasure himself.

Andrew was trying not to watch his son, but he could still feel the draw of his curiosity and his cock was already beginning to swell. He glanced over again and bit his lip when he saw his son’s precum dangling from the tip of his beautiful cock.

Troy stroked himself a few more times before he said, “You didn’t answer slut,” he grinned when he saw his dad’s thinly veiled thrilled expression at the word, “I asked, do you want cream for your coffee?”

Andrew blinked then took a deep breath, “I…um…”

“Yes or no.”

“Y-yes…I think so…” Andrew started to blush. He had no idea how his son kept hold over his libido. His common sense just didn’t seem to have a chance in the face of Troy’s dirty talk and nude form.

“Good,” Troy then walked over to his dad and kissed his cheek. Then he moved over to the coffee maker, took down a mug from the cabinet and poured the dark liquid into it halfway. Then he lowered the mug and stroked over it until he began to ejaculate. His thick cum spattered against the side of the countertop, ropes landed on his hand and globs splashed down into the hot coffee. As his climax started to wind down he had better control of the spurts and he shot them directly into the mug. He let out a long groan when the last of his cum plopped into the coffee. He turned and saw his father staring at him wide eyed, his skin a bit pale.

He walked over to the kitchen table and placed the mug down next to his father’s plate. He then started to divvy out the ham and soon Andrew walked over with a straight back, stilted and shocked as he scooped eggs onto their plates. Troy got himself a glass for orange juice then sat down and began to eat.

Andrew sat as well, eyeing his coffee. The mug had cum running down the edge and the liquid inside was cloudy. He jumped when Troy reached over with a spoon and stirred it up for him. He looked up, still a bit in a daze.

“Eat up dad,” Troy grinned, “before your food gets cold.”

Andrew lifted his fork and speared his eggs then took a bite, he blushed as he lifted his mug and washed them down with swig of his coffee.

And so it went after that. During the day they were just like any other father and son, going grocery shopping or watching game shows when his dad came home from work. But most evenings had Andrew on his knees gobbling up his youngest son’s cock. Andrew tried not to think too hard about it, about how they had come to this point and why it was so exciting. He wanted to feel shame or guilt, but he didn’t. With each swallow of his son’s seed he became more and more addicted to the taboo. Troy had started sleeping in his father’s bed at night and in the mornings insisted that they shower together. Andrew felt powerless during those times, his son was so forceful, and he had found himself on more than one occasion being finger fucked into a screaming orgasm by his son’s skilled hand. Andrew wasn’t sure why Troy hadn’t fucked him with his cock and he was too afraid to ask, not wanting to look like a cock hungry slut. So he contented himself with blowjobs and fingerings.

It had been about a week and a half of this, when one of Troy’s college buddies, Kris, stopped by. Troy had been playing with his father that morning, working his ass open in the shower as he regularly does, but this time he convinced him to hold a small wireless bullet vibe. Throughout the day Troy would use the remote to start, stop, and adjust the speed, edging his father with wicked glee. Kris had surprised them with a call, Troy’s friend was only driving through, he was going to meet his family at some campground, but he wanted to swing by for lunch.

Andrew liked him from the start and he made them a rather nice lunch of fried chicken, home fries and green beans. Troy still found ways to activate his remote so by the end of lunch Andrew was so desperate to come he was prepared to beg for it. Troy and his friend went out to the back porch to drink a beer and talk a little before he had to leave. Andrew was washing the dishes, trying to ignore his semi hard dick when he began to overhear snippets of their conversation through the open window.

“Fuck, no one knows you here,” his son was saying.

“Yeah, I know, we’re still outside though. And…what if your dad comes out…”

“What if? If he wants to be a perv you really gonna care that much?” Troy laughed.

His friend mumbled something that Andrew couldn’t hear, but a few moments later he definitely could make out the choking sounds. His son let out a long moan then told his friend how much he missed his mouth. Andrew felt his face heat with a mix of embarrassment (he shouldn’t be listening to his son getting head) and anger (he was upset that his son, knowing he had edged his dad for most of the day, apparently was in no rush to relieve him).

Once Kris had left, Andrew made it a point to remove the vibe and leave it on the sink so his son would see it. Then he started ignoring his son or giving him short answers. Finally, before dinner Troy addressed him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

He looked genuinely concerned, but Andrew was still stinging from the perceived slight so he snapped back, “Don’t cuss at me!”

Troy’s eyebrows rose, “Yo, whoa,” he lifted his hands, “something is wrong…” he stepped closer to his dad, “you mad at me?”

“No,” Andrew narrowed his eyes, “why would I be? Not like you aren’t living your best life out here!”

Troy frowned, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Nothing, whatever,” Andrew turned away from him, “not like I have a say in what you do anymore anyway. You’re an adult.”

Troy was thoroughly confused, “I haven’t done anything…I’ve been hanging out with you since I’ve come back! I haven’t even been to the gym all that much!” He threw up his hands, “We go shopping, sit at the pool, watch tv…the only thing that’s changed is that Kris was here today,” he saw his dad flinch at the name, “What the fuck? Kris? You mad at me because I saw Kris?”

“What?” Andrew turned around, “No! That’s…no no, I like Kris.”

“Then what?” Troy looked at his dad and they had an epic stare down that just made the younger more confused, “Dad, just talk to me!”

Andrew shook his head and finally broke eye contact as he turned to leave the room, “I’m going to order in…I don’t feel like finishing dinner.”

“Wait wait!” Troy rushed to him and grabbed his wrist, “What. Is. Happening? What…” he sighed, “talk to me…did Kris say something to you?”

“No,” Andrew tried to free his arm, but his son had a firm grip, “let me go.”

“No,” Troy squeezed.

“Fuck you Troy,” Andrew sneered, then because he couldn’t stop himself he spat out, “never mind, I’m sure you have Kris to do that for you!”

Troy’s eyes grew wide and finally it all clicked into place, his father’s foul mood finally made sense now. He smirked, looking pleased, “You did hear us.”

“All the windows in the house were open!” Andrew tried to yank his hand free again to no avail, “I’m sure the neighbors heard with how much you were moaning like a whore out there!”
             

“Nope!” Troy whipped his father around, using his hold on him to push him into the wall, “Don’t get it twisted, you’re the whore,” he smirked darkly, “the jealous little whore who wants to keep his son’s dick all to himself,” Andrew opened his mouth to counter but Troy cut him off, “What? You gonna say that I’m wrong?”
             

“You’re wrong,” Andrew snapped, “You just left me! You torture me all day then you just…didn’t care,” he tried to jerk his wrist free again, “Fucking shit…”

Troy chuckled, “What makes you think that wasn’t part of the plan?” he leaned in and pressed his body against his father, “I mean…look at you,” he licked the shell of his ear then whispered, “You’re practically vibrating…”

“I’m not,” Andrew felt his body flush from his boy’s proximity, “I’m--”

Troy cut him off softly, “You’re a horny bitch,” he gave his father a peck on the lips, “Let me take your mind off of it,” he finally let go of his wrist and reached back and cupped his dad’s ass, “I bet you’ll forget all about Kris once I take care of you properly,” he ran his fingertips along the crease of his father’s backside.

“What? Wait…no, we can’t do that,” Andrew whispered.

 “I never gave Kris this,” he pressed in deeper, finding his dad’s puckered entrance like a heat seeking missile, “I bet you’re nice and tight. Slutty little hole hungry for cock huh?” he licked his father’s lips. His dad was trying to protest, but he ignored him and used his thigh to rub against him until he was fully hard.

 Andrew didn’t know when he had closed his eyes, but now he was moaning, rolling his hips to dig his cock into his son’s thigh and his hole against his fingers. He almost missed his son undoing the buttons of his pants, but he didn’t stop him as he began to push them and his underwear down. Then Troy bunched up his shirt and leaned in and nibbled on one of his small nipples. Andrew arched and moaned again.

“That’s it,” Troy whispered against Andrew’s pebbled nipple, “just feel good…”

“I…I,” Andrew panted out, his cock throbbing against his son’s thigh, “but you…”

“Me?” Troy lifted his head, “Aww, does my good little slut wanna touch me?” When he saw his dad blush he smirked, “You’re such a perfect bitch,” he gave him a deep kiss, sweeping his tongue all around his mouth, then whispered against his lips, “undress for me.”

They both got naked, watching as their skin was slowly revealed for one another. Troy pointed to the floor and Andrew dropped down and without being asked took as much of his son’s semi hard cock into his mouth as he could.

“Fuck, so eager,” Troy laughed.

Andrew blushed, embarrassed by his overwhelming lust for his son. Still though, he slurped on that cock like it was his lifeforce until Troy was at full hardness, bumping against the back of his throat.

Troy groaned, “Come on, stop slackin’ cumwhore,” he reached down with both hands and pushed Andrew’s head down more. Further until his dad was struggling to take his cock, “you got this,” he was chuckling, “I believe in you,” he pressed harder until his dad was gurgling and pushing against his thighs, trying to pull away frantically, “Hey hey,” Troy’s tone became firm, “relax or I’ll piss down your throat.”

Andrew immediately went limp and looked up through watery eyes when he heard Troy laughing at him again. He could barely breathe and he was drooling all down his chin as he watched his son smirk down at him.

Troy’s smirk turned lecherous until he was showing all of his teeth, “Good sluts can deepthroat my shit, so relax and open up bitch,” he pushed hard and moaned when he saw his father’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he started to properly gag. Another push and he felt the throat flutter around his dick and he let out a long groan, “Good job,” he held his father there a while longer until he saw his face grow a deeper shade of red.

Suddenly Andrew was pushed away. His back hit the wall painfully as he sputtered up spit and coughed. He was sucking in air when he was manhandled and pushed down onto his stomach. He was still trying to gather air when Troy pulled his legs apart and pressed his hot tongue against his hole. Andrew jerked, coughing again as he looked back. Troy had his big hands on each of his cheeks and was stretching them apart so he could delve into his crack easier. Andrew groaned ‘oh fuck’ and dropped his head to the floor.

Troy savored his dad as he worked his tongue over the clasping hole. He got him nice and wet, spitting on the furled entrance so he could start wiggling a finger inside. He loved the desperate sounds his father was making as he continued to lap at him and push his finger in deeper.

“Troy! Fuck!” Andrew gasped, he had always liked being rimmed, but his son was sloppy about it. It made him feel filthy and he found that that made him even hornier, “More!” He cried out.

Troy gave him a strong smack to one of his cheeks as he moved away with a flick of his tongue over the hole, “This isn’t for you bitch. I’m getting you ready for me!” He used his fingers to pull the hole open and he spit directly into it, “God look at this cunt. So tight,” he pressed two fingers inside and started to quickly fuck them in and out, “Gonna feel so good inside of you,” he leaned back down after using those two fingers to widen his father out and he began to give the opening rapid licks.

Andrew was trembling in anticipation, face and chest red with embarrassment with just how pleased he was when Troy used him as a toy. His son was going to fuck him and instead of the guilt and shame he thought he should feel the opposite happened; he had never felt more alive. He moved slowly, getting up onto his knees. Troy followed, never taking his tongue off of him. The two of them were moaning now, Andrew in pleasure, Troy in desire. A few more deep licks and Troy pulled back.

“Sorry,” Troy panted out then spit into his palm, “can’t wait,” he rubbed the spit all over his cock then lined up, “I’ll go slow.”

“Wait!” Andrew reached back, “I’ll go get lube!”

“We’re good,” Troy curled his lip as he began to press in. When he heard his dad hiss in discomfort he stopped then spit down between where he and his father met then started up again. Over and over he did this until his dad was dripping wet and he was fully seated, “Fuckin’ A that’s divine,” he closed his eyes and began to rock slowly until the way was smoother from a mix of his saliva and precum.

It stung, but Andrew found that oddly satisfying. He was moaning steadily, letting his body be rocked by his son’s slow fucking. He couldn’t believe he had done it. He had crossed the big line and he was enjoying the hell out of it. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the drag and push of his son’s cock rowing in and out of him, the swaying of his own dick, the heated flush on his skin and the mingled moans of the two of them. He was wretched, how could he, this man’s father, allow himself to get this deep into this taboo act? Why didn’t he have more willpower to stop it? Why did none of that matter the moment Troy stabbed into him at the right angle?

His limbs were tingling, his asshole slick and throbbing, his cock leaking as it hung between his legs. Andrew was too far gone to care. He didn’t know how long he was on that floor, face down and ass up, being fucked by his youngest son, but soon he could feel that familiar tightness in his balls. He turned his head, panting against the carpet to tell Troy he was close.

“Same dad,” Troy ran his arm across his sweaty brow, “you feel so fucking good inside. I can’t wait to breed you!” He snapped his hips a few times, but slowed down again, wanting his dad to come first.

It didn’t take too many more thrusts before Andrew was shuttering into a climax onto the living room floor. He balled his hands into fists and bit his lower lip as he experienced an orgasm so strong he actually saw black at the edges of his vision. He let out a groan when he felt his son spill inside of him and the knowledge that he was being filled set off another, smaller wave of ejaculation. He lay there with his eyes closed, feeling the warm cum bubble out of him and knew there really was no going back now…………………

That had been a few days ago and now here Andrew was currently surrendering to that lovely cock again.

“Look at me,” Troy groaned, “God I love it when you do that thing with your tongue.”

The older man obeyed with a long moan and flicked the tip of his son’s cockhead.

“Love the way your mouth looks stretched like that. Such a greedy cock sucking bitch in heat…No don’t close your eyes, I said look at me. There you go. You pretty pretty bitch.”

Andrew did look up as he worked his mouth, concentrating on giving his son the best blowjob of his life. He slurped away at his son’s throbbing shaft, forgetting all about the time. So that’s why they both jumped when the oven timer went off.

Andrew blushed, “I gotta get that. Don’t want the food to burn…” he couldn’t believe he had been so into devouring dick that he had forgotten he was cooking dinner.

“Sure sure,” Troy slapped his father’s ass when he got up.

They prepared for dinner, Andrew trying to ignore the way his son’s hard neglected cock bounced around as he moved through the kitchen helping his father. They had salad and a pot roast and some bread for dipping into balsamic vinegar and oil. They ate and talked about their day like they hadn’t just interrupted some incestuous fun. At the end of the meal Andrew started to clean but he was pulled towards his son who was still seated. They were both still naked and Troy wasted no time in turning his dad around, bending him over and eating out his ass. Now laying across the kitchen table on his belly Andrew felt his son tongue fucking his winking hole with abandon.

Troy moaned, “You taste better than dinner,” then he spit on his hole and pried it open more with the tips of his fingers, “fuck,” he spit again then gave the area four quick smacks that drew his father up to his toes. He watched as the entrance fluttered open and closed in reaction to the spanks. He took to it again, laving all around the opening with a little moan. He worked his tongue inside and wiggled it as much as he could before he started to fuck in and out of it, spearing the muscle so it forced its way inside. Finally, Troy came up for air and was pleased to see his father’s hole standing open a bit before it winked closed.

Andrew’s legs were spread wide, his hard cock dangled between his legs and he was panting for breath. He loved getting rimjobs and his son was the best at them. He rolled his hips and whispered that he wanted to come.

Troy slapped a cheek, “I got you,” he lapped at the opening a few more times, “but if you wanna come you gotta let me in here dad,” he dove in and puckered his lips, sucking at the warm hole.

“Ah!” Andrew cried, “We can’t! Not again!”

Troy fluttered his tongue along the opening and felt it open a bit before it closed tight, “Why? I can lick it, finger it, spank it, but not fuck it?” He leaned forward and grabbed the oil then dribbled it over the opening. He licked his finger and pushed it against his father’s hole, it opened up, welcoming him in. He began to move his finger in and out, working the oil all around, “Why are you denying this for yourself? You know you want to be a bottom slut for me. There’s no way you’re sore already. You want this cock stirring you up again. Come on, let me take what is mine,” he bit Andrew’s ass cheek hard.

Andrew’s cock spit out a little bit of precum at the shock and he let out a long moan, “But we—”

“You want to be a slut,” Troy interrupted, “and we know you’re so good at it,” he worked a second finger into his father. He let out a long breath, “fuck, look at this pussy,” he separated his fingers and licked inside, ignoring the taste of the oil, “so pink,” he lapped at it again, “come on, let me fuck this nice ass,” he sped up his motions, fingering his dad until the oil and spit they had used started making an obscene squelching noise.

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“Son, I!” Andrew felt his balls draw up, but then was instantly disappointed when his son removed his fingers, “Please! Let me come!” He knew he was begging, but he was so aroused and close to the edge that he really didn’t care. It always ended up like that.

Troy started licking at his hole again, pulling him open as much as he could so he could taste inside. His father’s legs began to tremble and he licked up the crack then whispered, “Let me in,” he pushed in his two fingers again and fucked in hard and fast until his father rose up onto his tip toes. He pulled his fingers out harshly and heard his father’s shuttering breath, “Let me open this hole with my cock,” another round of rough finger fucking until his father was shaking again, “you want it. Come on,” he pulled out then waited until the shaking slowed, then he pushed his fingers back in and started up another round, “let me.”

“Yes!” Andrew cried out, tears at the corners of his eyes.

“Yes!” Troy also crowed as he stood and quickly lined up. He pushed in slowly and heard his dad keen in pleasure. He let out a long groan himself, “Fuck yes! Yes, you’re so tight! God you gotta stretch so much for me. Gonna ruin this pussy. You like it dad?”

“Yes,” Andrew sobbed, “God yes!”

“Yeah you do slut,” Troy could barely contain himself and he started rocking sooner than he probably should. He heard his dad yelp in pain and he smacked his ass, “come on whore, bear down, you’ve done this before. Fucking all those guys that looked like me. Dirty fucking slut! Take it!” Then he gripped his father’s hips and slammed home.

Andrew’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he started to come, coating the underside of the kitchen table with thick ropes of his pearly white fluid. His ass convulsed around his son’s cock as he rode out his climax.

“Holy shit did you just come!?” Troy laughed as he felt his father’s ass milk him, “You perfect little cockslut!” He began to spank his dad and it set of another, smaller round of orgasms in his father, “Fuck yeah, you like feeling my cock in you! You like when I fuck this tight cunt with the cock you made!” He grunted and picked up his pace, reveling in the cries and moans his father was making, “Fucking whore, you feel that? My cock’s so deep! My cum is gonna fill up your pussy until it overflows!”

“Son! Troy! Oh God!” Andrew cried, scrabbling for purchase against his wood table.

“Yeah that’s it, scream for me,” Troy leaned over his body and wrapped his arm around his father’s neck and squeezed, “God you feel so good, clamping down like you can’t stand to not have my cock shoved up your ass. I’m gonna fuck you every day now,” He slammed in again and again, choking his dad until the older man was slapping his arm. Troy let up and felt his arousal skyrocket when he heard his father gasp for air. He licked up the side of his dad’s cheek then started to choke him again, “I’m close slut, you’re gonna be such a good cumdump for me,” his dad tapped out again and he released him, “fuck! Let’s go!” Then he began to shoot his load into his father. Over and over his cock pulsed out strong copious blasts of cum, coating every crease and fold of Andrew’s bowels. And he was right, he started to overflow a bit too as he continued to pump wave after wave of hot cum into his father’s tight channel. Finally, he pulled back and his cock was released with a loud slurping pop and his father’s hole spurted out some of his cum.

Troy sat back down and used his hands to pry his father apart. Freshly fucked it was gaping and oozing cum. Troy groaned, “Damn, you look so good. This sloppy cunt,” he pushed two fingers inside and wiggled them, pushing and pulling his cum around. He pulled his fingers free then went back to using his hands to open him up and he just stared as his seed rolled out slowly from his father.

Andrew was exhausted, he had never been taken that hard before nor had he every been choked before. He had loved every second of it. When he heard Troy push his chair back he stood and stretched. Troy slapped his ass and the resulting clench forced some more cum out.

Andrew turned around, his limp dick at his son’s eye level. He gasped when Troy licked the tip and he stumbled back, “No…I need to rest…” he walked around his son, making his way to the living room. This was the second time he had been fucked today and he just wanted to lay down. Before he could get to the couch though Troy came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him, “Wh-wha!” Andrew cried out as Troy pushed his cock back into him. His son was hard again already?! Troy started up a quick pace but standing was awkward and Andrew was able to break free.

But they both stumbled to the ground and now on all fours Andrew was mounted from behind and fucked raw and fast from the back by his strong handsome son. He lowered his head and found his pleasure returning as his son pounded into him.

“Can’t get enough of this pussy ugggh!” Troy groaned as he jackhammered into his father, “You like it?” He smacked his dad’s ass hard and made him scream, “You like it slut?”

“Yes!” Andrew answered truthfully with tears in his eyes. He was tired and getting sore, but loving the power of his son having his way with him, “I love it! Please keep fucking my ass!”

Troy spanked him rapidly, “No, say it right! You want me to fuck your what?!”
             

“My p-pussy!” Andrew blushed as he cried out, “Fuck my slutty pussy!”

“Yeah that’s it!” Troy laughed triumphantly, “It’s so loose and wet in here, gotta keep you lubed up so I can fuck you when ever I want!” He gripped his hips hard and held on as he climaxed again, not as much as last time but enough to splash back onto his thighs and run down his father’s legs. He pulled out and wiped his brow of sweat, “Fucking hell,” he pushed two fingers into his dad and finger fucked him until his cum was making a puddle on the carpet.

Andrew was moaning and crying and rolling his hips and soon he had a small orgasm too, his cum joining his son’s mess that was already on the floor. He collapsed and closed his eyes.

He didn’t know when he had fallen asleep, but he was waking up with his son bathing him in the tub. Apparently his son had already bathed, he smelled fresh and was wearing pajama pants with slightly damp hair. Andrew looked over at him and they gave each other soft looks.

Troy spoke first, “Look, I don’t know what is going to happen when I go back to school. I don’t want to forget about this though and I don’t want you too either. But, yeah, Kris will be there and there is this other guy that’s been trying to get my number…”

“Troy,” Andrew gave him a soft smile, “I want you to have fun in college. I want you to do whatever it is you need to do to live a happy life. This…well hells bells, this…is fun, but it can’t last…alright?” He let out a long sigh.

Troy gave his father a kind smile, “how about we just play it by ear huh?” He saw that his dad was considering, weighing the options of what that could possibly mean. Ultimately his dad nodded his head yes and Troy smirked knowing that, at the very least, the last two weeks of his summer vacation were going to be amazing.