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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.
"Yeah," came the father's voice, sounding pleased but somewhat surprised at the offer. "Sure, baby girl." He smiled to himself as he listened to his son pad back out of the bedroom and toward the bathroom. No matter how old they got or what sort of twisted fantasies Robert had, Marcus was always willing to put on a thong and be his 'little girl'. It was almost enough to make him believe it wasn't wrong somehow... almost.
He followed his son down the hall and into the bathroom. The sight of his naked child in front of him always turned him on, even more so when Marcus was dressed up as a girl. "Want me to run you a nice warm bath?" he asked, taking in the delicious sight before him.
Marcus nodded eagerly and climbed into the tub, his muscles already beginning to relax from the scalding water. As soon as Marcus was situated, Robert knelt down beside the tub and started sudsing up a washcloth, carefully scrubbing his son's body, making sure not to miss a single inch of pale skin.
Marcus smiled contentedly as his father bathed him, enjoying the feeling of being clean and cared for. He leaned back against the tub's side and closed his eyes, letting out a small sigh of pleasure. "Daddy," he whispered softly, running his fingers through the water between them. "I love you..."
"Love you too, baby girl," Robert replied, his voice rough with emotion. He smiled warmly as he continued to wash his son's body, lingering a little longer on the more sensitive areas until Marcus began to squirm with pleasure. "Gonna rinse you off now." He picked up the wet washcloth and started gently rubbing it over Marcus' skin, making sure that every last bit of soap was removed before setting it aside.
"There we go," he said, helping his son sit up a little straighter in the tub so he could reach the shampoo. "Time to get your hair clean too." Robert started massaging shampoo into Marcus' scalp, working out any knots or tangles as he expertly scrubbed each section of hair until it began to lather and bubble. He took his time, enjoying the feel of their bodies pressed together and the warm water lapping against their skin.
Marcus let out small contented sighs as his father washed his hair and body, enjoying the closeness they shared in this quiet moment. He felt safe and protected with Robert, even though their relationship wasn't considered normal by society. His parents had always been there for him, but Robert seemed to understand him on a deeper level, as if he truly got what was going through his mind. The bond between them was unlike anything else. "Thank you, Daddy..." Marcus murmured softly, leaning into the touch of his father's hand.
"You're welcome, baby girl," he replied softly, rinsing the shampoo out of Marcus' hair before moving to wash his body again. He glanced down at the younger man and smiled fondly. "I love you so much, Marcus... You know that, don't you?" He stroked Marcus' cheek gently with his index finger, careful not to get any water in his son's eyes.
"No matter what anyone says or thinks about us, we'll always have each other... and that's all that matters." The weight of the statement hung heavily in the air between them, but it didn't feel like a burden; more like a reaffirmation of their bond. Even though he knew it wasn't right by society's standards, Robert couldn't imagine ever loving anyone else as much as he loved his son... and he suspected that Marcus felt the same way.
"I know, Daddy..." Marcus whispered softly, leaning into his father's touch. "And I love you too... always." He closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of the water and the safety she felt in Robert's arms.
Robert smiled down at his son before leaning forward and kissing him gently on the forehead. "I'm glad to hear that, baby girl," he said softly, reaching out to cup Marcus' face in his hands. The water lapped between them as they remained silent for a moment, their eyes locked on each other's faces.
Eventually, Robert broke the silence by asking, "Want me to dry you off?" There was an undertone of suggestiveness in his voice that didn't go unnoticed by Marcus. His heart raced at the thought of what might come next.
Marcus nodded eagerly, a hint of a blush coloring his cheeks as he met his father's gaze. "Y-yeah... please." He leaned into Robert's touch, reveling in the intimacy they shared.
"All right then," Robert replied with a grin, reaching out to gently pull his son from the tub. Once Marcus was seated on the edge, he began to thoroughly dry him off with a soft towel, paying special attention to his hair and the areas between his legs. "There we go, all nice and clean," he said softly as he finished, setting the towel aside before reaching out to help Marcus stand up.
"Now how about you get into bed and let Daddy tuck you in?" He smiled warmly down at his son, taking Marcus' hand in his own and leading him back to their bedroom.
"Okay, Daddy." Marcus smiled up at his father as they walked back to the bedroom. He loved it when Robert took care of him like this; it made him feel cherished and protected. As they approached the bed, he climbed in beneath the covers, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him.
As Robert settled onto the bed beside his son, he wrapped an arm around Marcus' shoulders and pulled him close. "There you go, all snug as a bug in a rug," he murmured softly, planting a kiss on the younger man's forehead. He smiled contentedly, relishing the feel of Marcus' warm body pressed against his own. For tonight at least, they could forget about the outside world and just be together; father and son, lovers and friends. It was perfect.
"Goodnight, baby girl," he whispered before leaning in to press a soft kiss against Marcus' lips. "Sweet dreams." He closed his eyes and began to hum softly, rocking them both gently as they drifted off to sleep together.
The incestuous relationship between Robert and his son was always good; knowing that what they did was taboo filled every moment together with an undercurrent of excitement and pleasure. But in those quiet moments before sleep, when their bodies melted together like two halves of a whole, everything else seemed to fade away, leaving only the sweet innocence of love. And for Robert, that was enough to be happy; to hell with society and his ex-wife.
Marcus stirred slightly in his sleep as Robert continued to hum softly, a contented smile playing on his lips. His father's fingers traced patterns on the young man's back, the rough skin of his knuckles feeling surprisingly smooth against Marcus's soft skin. In that moment, they were just an ordinary family: a loving father and his beloved son, sleeping peacefully together beneath the stars.
The next morning, Marcus let out a soft sigh before slowly opening his eyes, seeing his father still peacefully asleep. He smiled and kissed his father tenderly on the lips. "Wake up, Daddy... Good morning..." he whispered against his lips before kissing the other sleeping man again.
"Good morning, baby girl," Robert murmured, blinking blearily at his son before letting out a sleepy yawn and stretching languidly. "What time is it?" He glanced over at the alarm clock beside the bed, frowning slightly as he realized how late they'd slept in.
He turned back to Marcus with a tired smile, noticing that his son was wearing only his underwear; exactly what Robert had wanted him in last night. "You look cute," he said before leaning in and giving Marcus another soft kiss on the lips. "Now let's go get some breakfast."