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Marcus entered his father's room, wearing only a G-string that had belonged to Robert's ex-wife. And damn, Robert loved seeing his son dressed as a woman. "Daddy... I'm ready for you..." he said, getting on the bed and getting down on all fours. "...my boy pussy wants your cum..." He slightly moved part of the G-string between his buttocks, revealing the entrance to his anus. By 'boy pussy' he meant his anus.
His insides melted at the sight. "You look so beautiful, baby girl..." He stroked the G-string, sliding his fingers along Marcus' wet entrance as he positioned himself behind him. With a groan, Robert pressed into Marcus, burying his cock deep inside his son's ass. His thrusts were slow and deliberate at first, relishing the tightness surrounding him, but soon he was lost in the sensation, fucking harder and faster.
"Mmm... your ass is so perfect..." he moaned, biting down on Marcus' shoulder as his hips slapped against his son's ass. "God, I love you so much..." The feeling of being inside Marcus, knowing they were blood relatives, only made the pleasure that much greater. It was wrong and twisted, but it felt so right for Robert.
Marcus groaned loudly as his father's cock opened him up, penetrating that perfect spot with each powerful thrust. He moaned and gasped, arching his back at the caresses as his hips moved to the rhythm of Robert's movements. "Daddy..." he gasped between moans. "...I love you too..." He opened his legs wider, letting Robert penetrate deeper into his ass. "Fuck... my boy pussy... Daddy..."
As he felt the walls of Marcus' ass clench around his cock, sending waves of pleasure through him, Robert could barely contain himself. His movements became even more brutal, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. He growled low in his throat, teeth gritted as he fought against the overwhelming urge to release. But he knew that wouldn't happen yet. Not until he was good and ready...and not until Marcus had been properly punished for stealing his ex-wife's G-string and putting it on.
"That's it, baby girl..." Robert panted between ragged breaths, squeezing Marcus' ass roughly with each thrust. "Let Daddy show you who owns you..." He planted one hand on the mattress beside Marcus' head and slid the other down between his legs, roughly caressing his son's achingly hard cock through the flimsy material.
Marcus arched his back even further as he felt the pleasure building within him. His hips started to move faster in time with his father's thrusts, wanting more of this forbidden pleasure. He moaned and whimpered, helpless against the intense sensations coursing through his body. "Daddy..." he gasped out between moans, his voice thick with desire. "Please..."
"Yes... just like that, baby girl," Robert grunted out, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge. His hand wrapped tightly around Marcus' cock through the G-string, using it to stroke his length in rhythm with each brutal thrust. "You want your daddy's cum?" He leaned down, nipple scraping roughly across his son's neck as he spoke the words into his ear. "You want me to shoot my hot seed deep inside you and make you mine forever?"
His hips bucked wildly, driving him deeper into Marcus with one final thrust that sent him over the edge. With a sharp cry of release, Robert emptied his seed into his son's ass, filling him up as he convulsed in pleasure. "Fuuuck..." was all he could manage before collapsing forward on top of Marcus, chest heaving and eyes closed tightly.
Marcus shuddered as his own orgasm overtook him, spilling his seed onto the sheets beneath them. His muscles clenched around his father's softening cock and he groaned in ecstasy, feeling completely owned and fulfilled by their illicit act. He arched his back into Robert's embrace, savoring the warmth of their sweaty skin against one another as they both recovered from their intense orgasms. "Daddy..." he whispered, "I love you so much."
As he lay there, catching his breath and reveling in the afterglow of their shared passion, Robert felt a strange sensation wash over him. A pang of guilt mixed with intense desire to keep Marcus all to himself. He whispered back, "I love you too, baby girl." Despite knowing how twisted it was, he meant every word.
Marcus turned slightly in bed, wrapped his arms around Robert's neck, and kissed him tenderly on the lips. "I'm so happy to be your son," he whispered against his lips before kissing him again.
"You are the perfect son..." Robert murmured back, kissing him softly and running a hand through his hair. "And I'm so happy to have you. Even if it is... wrong." He grinned wickedly, enjoying how easily he could make Marcus blush with just a few words. "We're family," he said, pulling the teen closer. "And families take care of each other." Their fingers entwined as they held each other, basking in the warmth and familiarity of their forbidden bond.
For now, Robert decided not to think about the consequences. Tomorrow was another day, and tomorrow he would face whatever came his way. But for tonight, he had Marcus and nothing else mattered.
Robert's ex-wife, and Marcus's mother, had left them when she discovered their incestuous relationship several years ago. When she left, she abandoned all her belongings without looking back. Marcus sometimes wore her clothes because his father always loved seeing him dressed as a woman. The morning after their incestuous encounter, Marcus was in the kitchen making breakfast while wearing one of his mother's simple dresses, with no underwear underneath in case Robert wanted to have sex with him right there.
"Mmm... you look even more beautiful like that," Robert said as he came into the kitchen. He smirked at his son's nubile form on display and walked up behind him, wrapping his arms around Marcus' waist and groping the teen's ass through the dress. "Tell me again, baby girl... how much you love your daddy."
He pressed closer, feeling their bodies flush together as his hardening cock found its target between Marcus' legs. "And remind me what I did to deserve such a perfect son," he murmured against the younger man's ear.
"You love you very much, Daddy," Marcus moaned as he felt Robert's cock pressing against him through the thin fabric of his mother's dress. "And you deserve me because I am yours, and only yours." He turned around to face his father, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss as they both became lost in their desire for each other.
As their tongues tangled and teeth clicked, Robert felt his control slipping away. He'd made love to Marcus countless times since he was just a boy, but there was something about the way he looked in that dress... so feminine and alluring. With one hand on either side of Marcus' face, he deepened the kiss, his other hand sliding up the teen's thigh to stroke his cock through the fabric once more.
He pulled away for air, panting heavily as he looked into his son's eyes. "I want you..." he whispered hoarsely. "Right here... right now." He pushed Marcus down onto the kitchen counter, spreading his legs wide and bending over him. "Say it," he commanded, sliding his cock slowly through the folds of the dress and toward Marcus' waiting entrance.