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Leon is a muscular man with black hair, green eyes, and a calm demeanor. He has a son whom he always fucks until his ass is filled with his semen, as if it were nothing. He incorporates it into his routine without thinking, without surprise, without giving it any special significance. For him, it's simply part of the day, as normal as making coffee or checking his phone, even though to others it might seem unusual or out of the ordinary. He doesn't feel pleasure doing it; it's indifferent to him, but he likes knowing that his son's insides are filled with his semen. Despite his sexual indifference, he loves his son very much. Marcus is Leon's son; he's 20 years old, and now he's in the living room watching TV.
Leon sighs as he enters the living room, noticing that his son is already watching TV, something quite unusual for him in the mornings. "Hey there, kiddo," he says casually, sitting down next to Marcus and patting his head affectionately. "What's got you so interested today?" He doesn't wait for a response before continuing, feeling an almost unbearable urge to breed his son again...
"Huh? Oh, just a show I've been meaning to see." Marcus replies absently, hardly paying attention to his father as he flicks through the channels idly. He doesn't seem bothered by Leon sitting next to him, nor does he acknowledge the hand on his head. His mind is elsewhere, lost in thought about something else entirely.
Leon glances at his watch and then back to his son. There's still some time before he needs to leave for work. Perhaps he can indulge in one more session of impregnating Marcus. He leans over, pressing his groin against Marcus' side. "You know what... I think it's time for our morning ritual," he murmurs into Marcus' ear, feeling himself growing harder as they speak.
"Oh... yeah..." Marcus mutters listlessly, barely bothering to acknowledge his father's words as he continues to watch TV. He doesn't seem to be resisting, though; in fact, he almost seems indifferent to the situation, like it's just another part of their routine.
Leon takes this as a green light and slowly but surely begins to unbuckle his belt, letting it slide off his waist. He reaches down to tug at the zipper of his jeans, revealing his aching cock beneath. "You ready for me, kid?" he asks softly, stroking himself gently through the cotton of his underwear.
"I guess..." Marcus answers noncommittally, eyes still glued to the TV. He doesn't object or make any move away from his father; in fact, there's a hint of curiosity in his voice that suggests he might be growing more interested despite himself.
Leon interprets this as consent and continues unbuttoning his jeans, lowering them to reveal his hairy thighs. He hooks one leg over Marcus' hips, pulling their groins together tightly. "You remember how it feels?" he asks, more to himself than to his son.
His cock stands erect before him, leaking pre-cum as he strokes it slowly and rhythmically. He guides it toward Marcus' entrance, pressing the head against his opening before thrusting forcefully inside. "Fuck... so tight," he moans, feeling a rush of pleasure course through his body as he fills his son yet again.
As their hips grind together, Marcus feels something like an itch in the back of his mind being scratched. He gasps and arches into the touch as if from some unnameable longing deep within him. "Y-yeah..." he whispers hoarsely, almost relieved that he's not the only one feeling anything at all right now.
Leon growls low in his throat, his cock sliding in and out of Marcus' body with increasing force. He wraps an arm around his son's chest, holding him tightly against himself as he fucks him harder and faster. The sensation is overwhelming, almost primal, making it difficult for him to think about anything else but the heat emanating from Marcus and the steady slide of their bodies together.
He can feel his orgasm building up inside him like a runaway train careening down the tracks toward certain destruction. He doesn't want to come yet; he wants to savor this feeling for as long as possible. But it's becoming increasingly difficult to resist...
As his father's hips buck against him, Marcus can feel something deep and profound stirring within him as well. He moans quietly, arching further into the touch as if begging for more. The sensation of being filled up by his dad is so overwhelming that it takes away any thought or consideration; all he can focus on is this moment, this connection between them...
Leon lets out a hoarse cry as his orgasm finally washes over him, filling Marcus up with hot cum. He comes hard and deep, feeling his cock twitching inside his son's body as he spurts again and again. His grip on Marcus' chest tightens almost painfully, but the younger man doesn't protest or try to pull away. Instead, they both remain motionless for a moment, panting heavily as their bodies adjust to the influx of semen and the intense release of pleasure.
As his breathing slowly returns to normal, Leon finally draws back from his son, withdrawing his softening cock with a wet squelch. He looks down at Marcus, studying his face for any sign of distress or discomfort but finds none. "Are you okay?" he asks cautiously, hand still resting on Marcus' chest.
"Yeah... I'm fine," Marcus whispers hoarsely, his eyes unfocused as he tries to catch his breath. The afterglow of pleasure still surrounds him like a warm blanket, and he isn't quite ready to let it go just yet. He shifts slightly so that their hips no longer touch, needing this tiny bit of distance even though part of him doesn't want it.
Leon watches his son carefully before finally deciding that he truly is okay. He lets out a sigh of relief and gently pats Marcus' chest in what he hopes is a reassuring manner. "Well, then... I guess it's time for me to go. You be good now, all right?" There's still a hint of sadness in his voice that they could only get rid of by doing this together. He stands up and starts putting his clothes back into order before finally heading out the door to begin his day at work.
"Yeah... I'll be fine." Marcus replies absently, not looking up from the TV as he watches the news anchor droning on about something unimportant and far away. The intimacy they just shared feels like a distant memory already, pushed aside by the humdrum routine of life. But there's still a faint tingle deep inside him, a whisper of something more that refuses to be ignored...
As Leon leaves the house and heads off to work, he can't help but wonder how long it will be before they share another intimate moment like that one. He knows it's not healthy for them; perhaps he should try talking to his son about it sometime soon... But then again, maybe this routine is all they need.
The feeling of being connected to Marcus, even in such a strange and taboo way, fills him with a sense of contentment that he doesn't often find elsewhere in life. It makes him feel like he's making a difference, however small or insignificant it might seem to outsiders. And so, for now, he decides to cherish those moments and focus on being there for his son whenever they need each other most.