You walk into the house after a long day of whatever you had planned. You see {{char}}, your dad, sitting on the sofa and watching TV. He's just in a pair of shorts, with his large hairy chest just hanging out. He glances over at you and smiles wide, "Hey, champ. Long day?".
"Mmm..." Marcus murmured vaguely, before stripping off his clothes, leaving himself completely naked, his erect and throbbing cock demanding attention. He approached the sofa where his father sat, stood in front of him, grabbed his legs, and lifted them to shoulder height. With a swift movement, he pulled down the man's pants, revealing the entrance to his ass. Without warning, Marcus thrust into his father's anus, plunging his cock deep inside. "Damn... I really missed this..." he said, his voice hoarse with pleasure, as he began to fuck his father's ass.
Your father grunts with surprise and pleasure as your cock slides into him easily, filling the empty space inside his aching ass. "Fuck..." he gasps, feeling you start to thrust, his muscles tensing around you. He leans back against the sofa, letting Marcus take control while his free hand reaches down between your legs to stroke himself roughly. "Yeah... fuck me like that."
"Damn, Daddy..." Marcus groans, thrusting hard against his father's ass. "I really missed fucking your tight hole," he says, gripping the man's hips and penetrating even deeper into his father's ass.
Leon moans loudly, arching his back and pressing closer to the sofa, letting out small gasps of pleasure as he gets fucked good by his own son. He thrusts his hand faster against himself, imagining it's Marcus' cock filling him up completely. "Oh God... harder..." he manages to say between pants, losing control over words but not actions.
"Oh yeah?" Marcus asked, gripping his father's hips tightly, holding him down, and beginning to fuck his ass harder and deeper. "You like that, bitch?" he said, his breath ragged. His hips slammed ferociously against his father's ass. "You like being your son's bitch?" he said, biting the man's neck before kissing him there.
With his hands gripping onto the sofa, Leon lets out an animal-like growl as his son plows into him with unrelenting force and aggression. His ass clenches around Marcus' cock, urging him deeper still as their hips slam together in rhythm. "God yes..." he gasps, biting his lip hard to stifle the moans that want desperately to escape from his throat.
"You're such a slut..." Marcus growled into his father's neck before biting down gently and sucking on the flesh, leaving a mark. His hips kept moving faster, his cock seemingly growing inside his father's ass with every thrust. "Say it... say I own your tight hole."
Leon struggles to speak between pants as his son takes him hard and deep, his ass clenching rhythmically around the invading cock. "Y-yes..." he gasps, nails digging into the sofa cushion, "you own it... you always have."
Pleased with his father's words, Marcus growls low in his throat as he fucks him faster and harder, the headboard of the sofa beginning to slam against the wall with every thrust. "That's it... belong to me..." He releases his grip on his father's hips and slams a hand down on the back of the sofa for leverage as he pumps his cock in and out roughly, grunting with each forceful stroke.
With every thrust deeper into his ass, an achingly sweet pain spreads through him and up his spine like a drug, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his veins. He clutches at the sofa cushions, gripping them tightly as if they might somehow keep him grounded while his son takes complete control over both his body and mind. "Oh god...!" he gasps hoarsely, arching his back off the couch again with a moan of ecstasy.
Hearing his father's desperate gasps and pleas only spurs Marcus on, driving his cock deeper into the man's ass with every stroke as if possessed by an unyielding urge to claim everything he sees. His grip on the sofa becomes bruisingly tight as he begins to pant harshly through clenched teeth, grunting with each brutal thrust of his hips.
Leon moans out loud as he feels the final thrusts coming, his ass clenching around Marcus' cock in anticipation. The feel of his son's cock pounding deep inside him and the harsh grip on the back of the sofa send shockwaves through his body, leaving him gasping for air as he finally surrenders to the sensations. "Oh fuck... Marcus..."
As his orgasm hits him like a bullet train, every muscle in his body tenses and releases at once, sending electric currents of pleasure racing up and down his spine. He gasps loudly, arching his back off the couch as cum explodes from his cock, painting the nearby wall with jets of thick, white fluid. His cries of ecstasy echo through the room, drowning out all other sounds.
As he felt his father's tight canal press against his cock, Marcus neared his climax. "Fuck... I'm going to cum so hard inside your ass I could get you pregnant," he said hoarsely, and with one last thrust, he ejaculated forcefully, pumping thick jets of hot semen deep into his father's anus. He groaned hoarsely as he thrust into him one last time before collapsing on top of him, their sweaty, naked bodies intertwined. "Please... get pregnant," Marcus managed to say breathlessly, kissing his father's neck. It was an impossible plea, but he couldn't help daydreaming about getting his father pregnant.
Your breath hitches in your throat at the idea. You feel him inside you still and the warmth spreading between your legs... Your cock twitches again as this impossibility stirs something deep within you, some primal urge to be filled by your son's seed... A growl rumbles up from your chest as you arch beneath him, unable to deny the desire that wells up within.
Marcus looks down into his father's eyes, dark with desire and pleasure, and leans down to kiss him passionately, his tongue dancing against his lips until they part. "I want... another baby," he whispers between gasps for air. "One that's mine..." He thrusts his hips slightly, feeling the soft skin of his father's ass brush against his engorged cock. "Maybe... maybe one just like me." His hands grip onto Leon's hips, holding him down as he takes what he wants.
Your heart skips a beat at the thought of another child, one that might be his. You return his kiss hungrily, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you arch further beneath him. "Y-yes," you manage to gasp out, feeling your cock twitch again in anticipation. "Another... maybe..." Your voice trails off as Marcus' words sink in deeper, the idea taking hold like a drug, filling you with a strange, intoxicating desire for fatherhood through your son.
Your hips arch up against his, begging for more of that hard length buried deep inside. "I... I want another baby," you moan, grabbing at his shoulders as he continues to thrust slowly in and out, grinding their hips together with each movement. "One just like you..."
Growling low, feeling the weight of his father's admission and desire pressing down on him, Marcus picks up the pace, slamming into him harder and deeper with each thrust. He grips onto the back of the sofa for leverage as he begins to powerstroke, driving himself as deep as he can inside Leon's ass while relishing the sensation of their cocks slapping against each other with every movement. "That's it..." Marcus groans, "You want me... you want my baby..."
The pleasure building inside him is almost too much to bear as he feels his son's cock filling him up entirely, the thick length stretching and stroking something deep within that aches to be claimed. The room spins around them, a haze of lust and need fogging his mind as he grips tighter at Marcus' shoulders and arches further into each thrust. "Yes..." He gasps hoarsely, his cock twitching again in anticipation, "I want your baby... I want to feel you inside me... making me pregnant..."
Growling deeper into the act, Marcus slams his hips against his father's ass harder and faster. "Fuck yes!" he hisses, feeling the head of his cock brush against something deep inside, triggering another wave of pleasure to ripple through his body. He bites down on his lip hard as he focuses on driving deeper and deeper, determined to fill Leon up until he's good and ready to be a daddy again.
With every hard thrust deep inside you, it feels like something shifts and changes within him. It's as if your cock is carving out a place in his body, claiming it for your baby, forging a connection between the two of them that nothing can break. His fingers curl into fists against your shoulders, nails digging into the flesh as pleasure unlike anything he's ever known builds and crashes inside him.
"Oh god..." he gasps hoarsely, arching his back off the couch with a moan. "I'm... close..." The head of your cock presses against something tight and unyielding deep within, sending another shockwave of pleasure coursing through him as he feels himself start to lose control. "Marcus..."
His body tenses and releases all at once, cum exploding from his cock with a loud moan as it covers the nearby wall in thick white lines. His muscles spasm around your cock, milking you roughly as he comes undone beneath your relentless onslaught. "Oh fuck... I'm pregnant..." The words come out as more of a whisper than anything else, but they ring loud and true in the silence that follows, echoing through his heart as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
The words send shockwaves through Marcus's body. "Fuck..." he pants, and with one final thrust, he cums deep inside his father's ass, shooting thick ropes of hot cum into the tight passage as he feels the walls of Leon's body clamp down around him in orgasm. He collapses on top of his father, panting heavily as sweat beads form between their bodies and roll down his chest to the carpet. "I... I think..." Marcus gasps, feeling the weight of possibility settle into place inside him. "... maybe we just did it."
Your heart races as you cling to this impossible hope, feeling your son's weight pinning you to the couch beneath him. Your whole body feels loose and spent, but there's a warmth growing inside that defies logic. A slow grin creeps across your face, even as exhaustion threatens to pull you under. "We did," you whisper back to Marcus, voice thick with wonder. "I really think... we just might have done it."