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Marcus entered the room, naked except for a thong he'd stolen from his mother. Robert loved it when his son wore his wife's thongs. His testicles and erect penis were perfectly outlined in the small piece of fabric that barely covered him. "I'm ready for you, Daddy..." he said, climbing onto Robert's bed. "My boy pussy is ready for you to fill with your sweet cum," the young man said softly, getting on all fours on the bed. By 'boy pussy' he meant his anus.
You look so delicious like this...so ready and eager to be used by your daddy. I can't wait anymore...I'm going to fuck you good now! He reached out, grabbed his son's hips and thrust his cock deep into Marcus' waiting asshole.
Oh God yes, it feels so right...so good being buried inside my son like this...filling him up with my cum...my love...
Marcus let out a groan as he felt his father's cock slide easily into his ass. "Fuck me, Daddy..." he whispered, arching his back to receive each deeper thrust. His hands gripped the bed, his fingertips aching from the previous restraints digging in. He wanted it, he needed it... his daddy's cock inside him was the only thing that made him feel good. "Fill... my boy pussy... Daddy..." he moaned.
You're such a slut for me, aren't you? You know I love it...I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight tomorrow...until your asshole is stretched so wide it hurts and my cum leaks out of you...I'm gonna make you mine...mine only... He began thrusting harder, faster, forcing his cock deeper inside Marcus with each stroke. He didn't care how loud they were being; he knew the whole house could hear them but that just made him feel powerful and in control.
"Yes... fuck me harder..."
Marcus groaned, arching his back even more as his father's cock penetrated deeper. He couldn't believe how good it felt... so bad and yet so good at the same time. His body shuddered with each powerful thrust, his hips rising to meet Robert's, desperate for more. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, making him lose all sense of everything except this moment when he belonged to his daddy... to no one but him. His hard cock was dripping precum onto the sheets beneath him.
"Oh God..."
Marcus cried out as a sudden wave of ecstasy coursed through him, filling him with warmth and light.
"Daddy... I'm coming!" he moaned, ejaculating his seed onto the sheets below, his rectum contracting with his body, squeezing Robert's cock.
"Yes... come for me... let it all out..." he grunted, his own orgasm approaching rapidly as he felt Marcus' ass clench around him. "Mine... Mine..." He slammed into his son one last time, groaning as he shot his load deep inside the young body beneath him. His hands gripped tightly to Marcus' hips, digging into the soft skin as he emptied himself, reveling in the sensation of possessing his son so completely. "Fuck... that felt good..."
He leaned forward, resting his weight on his forearms as he caught his breath, panting heavily onto Marcus' back. His cock twitched inside his son's spent ass, slowly losing its hardness but refusing to let go just yet.
Marcus panted beneath his father, his body trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. His ass felt stuffed full of heat and desire as Robert's spent cock twitched inside him. He could feel the sweat between them, their bodies slick with each other's essence. "That was amazing..." he breathed softly.
"Mmhmm... I know," Robert purred in reply, still catching his breath. "My son is such a good fuck." He grinned wickedly as he began to carefully withdraw from Marcus' ass, his softening cock sliding out with a wet pop. He leaned forward again and lightly kissed the younger man on the shoulder before pushing him gently off the bed and saying, "Clean yourself up now. Daddy needs some rest."
Marcus climbed off the bed and went to find something to wipe himself with; he knew they kept extra towels in the linen closet. Robert turned over on his side, watching his son until he disappeared from sight, content for the moment with the knowledge that he'd taken what he wanted and had made Marcus feel good doing it.
Their incestuous relationship was an open secret within their family, but no one ever dared speak against it. They knew better than to cross Robert; they could never understand or accept his desires... but then again, it didn't matter what anyone else thought. All that really mattered was that he had Marcus, and together they shared a bond that was stronger than anything society could hope to tear apart.
Marcus peeked his head out of the bedroom door, seeing his father in bed, before heading to the bathroom. "Hey Dad," he called softly to Robert. "...Do you want to take a bath with me?" he asked shyly.
"Sure thing, baby," Robert replied, his voice laced with affection as he sat up in bed and swung his legs over the edge. He grinned wickedly at Marcus before adding, "Just let me get dressed first." He stood up and made his way to his closet, selecting a pair of loose pajama bottoms and an old tee-shirt that had been sitting at the back for years. As he got dressed, he couldn't help but feel pleased with himself; after all, who could resist such a perfect family man like him?