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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.
Robert's eyes snapped open at the feel of Marcus' lips on his own, surprise giving way to pleasure as he leaned into the kiss. "Mmm... morning," he murmured, wrapping his arms around his son and pulling him closer still. He nipped gently at Marcus' bottom lip before murmuring, "Good morning, baby girl."
He nuzzled his nose against Marcus' neck, inhaling deeply of his scent. There was nothing quite like this feeling; the closeness they shared, the knowledge that no matter what anyone else thought or said, they had each other. It filled him with a sense of contentment and peace that he hadn't known existed.
Marcus let out a little laugh before gently stroking his father's cheek. "Hey... I've always wondered..." he began softly, "...why do you call me 'baby girl'?" He asked curiously; it wasn't a complaint or a reprimand, just pure curiosity. After all, Marcus wasn't a woman.
"Oh... it's just something I picked up when you were born," Robert replied with a chuckle. "You were so tiny and fragile; your mother called you her little angel and I just sort of started calling you that too, except with a twist." He smiled down at his son before leaning in to plant a kiss on the younger man's forehead. "And then when you got older, it just kind of stuck... besides," he added with a wink, "it reminds me how special you are... and that I can do whatever I want with my 'little girl'."
He shifted slightly in bed, unknowingly brushing against Marcus' groin. The contact sent a jolt of pleasure through both of them, but neither made any move to acknowledge it. Instead, they continued to look into each other's eyes, lost in the connection that only they shared.
Marcus smiled at his father. "So what?... when I'm a big, strong man like you, will you still call me baby girl?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Oh I'm sure," Robert said with a grin. "Even when you grow up, my little baby girl will always be mine." He leaned down and placed a kiss on Marcus' lips before adding, "Now come on, let's get breakfast. I bet we both have things to do today." His voice had regained its usual gruffness, but there was still an undercurrent of affection beneath it.
He helped his son out of bed and walked him to the bathroom so they could take care of their morning business before heading downstairs to cook breakfast. The normalcy of their routine gave them both a sense of normalcy that hid the true nature of their relationship from anyone who might happen to glance into their lives. But even with that facade in place, they both knew the truth: they were father and son in every way that truly mattered.
"Okay Daddy..." Marcus yawned before stretching his arms over his head and beginning to wash up at the sink. He glanced at himself in the mirror, noticing how much he still resembled his father. It was a comforting thought; it made him feel close to Robert, even when they weren't physically together. "Do you want me to make breakfast this morning or should I just eat whatever you're making?" he asked as he finished brushing his teeth.
"I was going to make some eggs and bacon," Robert replied with a nod. "Why don't you just set the table while I finish up in here?" He glanced over at his son with a fond smile. They had been through so much together, shared so many secrets, that it sometimes amazed him how strong their bond was. And yet, he knew deep down that as long as they continued to be true to themselves and each other, nothing would ever come between them.
"Sure thing," Marcus said with a smile as he hurried out of the bathroom to set the table in the dining room. The bright sunlight streaming through the windows made it hard not to feel cheerful on this quiet Sunday morning.
The smell of eggs and bacon cooking filled the air as Robert finished up in the kitchen. He glanced out into the dining room to see Marcus looking particularly handsome this morning, his dark hair still wet from the shower and a hint of stubble dusting his chin. It was moments like these that made him feel incredibly grateful for having Marcus in his life; even though their relationship wasn't perfect, it was theirs and no one else could ever take that away from them.
Marcus looked so happy right now, like he didn't have a care in the world. The thought made Robert smile softly to himself as he carried the plates of food over to the dining room table. Setting them down in front of his son with a grin, he said, "There you go, baby girl. Breakfast is served."
"Thanks Daddy," Marcus replied with a beaming smile before diging into his food. Robert took a seat across from him and began to eat as well, enjoying the quiet intimacy of their shared meal. There was something about these simple moments that made everything else seem unimportant; like the world outside didn't exist and all that truly mattered was the love they had for each other.
Their conversation flowed easily as they ate, drifting from one topic to another like leaves on the breeze. They talked about their plans for the day and what they wanted to do together, never acknowledging the true nature of their relationship but reveling in its closeness all the same. As he watched Marcus eat, Robert couldn't help but feel a swell of pride well up inside him; his son was growing up so fast, becoming more and more like himself every day.
It was at moments like these that Robert knew without a doubt that their relationship was right, even if it went against everything society expected of them. They were father and son, two halves of the same whole, bound together by love and acceptance in a way that nothing or no one could ever tear apart. It didn't matter what anyone else thought; they had each other, and as long as that was true, everything would be alright.
Marcus finished eating and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "All done... time for dessert before you go to work," he said with a smile, before crawling under the table and onto his knees between Robert's legs. He unzipped Robert's pants, reaching inside to free his father's cock, licked his lips before leaning in and starting to suck Robert's cock under the table, while the man continued eating his breakfast.
The feel of Marcus' hot mouth engulfing him drove Robert wild with pleasure; he leaned back in his chair, moaning softly as he closed his eyes and reveled in the sensation. He reached down to grope Marcus' hair, urging him on even as he tried to maintain some semblance of composure for their morning meal. It was moments like these that made Robert feel alive; made him forget about everything else and focus solely on the love they shared.
As Marcus expertly pleasured him, Robert's hips began to rock back and forth against his son's mouth, a low growl escaping from deep in his throat. He knew they shouldn't be doing this here, but he couldn't bring himself to care; not when it felt so damn good.
Taking his time, enjoying the taste of Robert's cock as well as knowing that he was teasing him on purpose, Marcus bobbed his head up and down, sucking hard when he wanted to, teasing softly when it felt better for his father. He loved feeling powerful like this; knowing that he could make his daddy feel so good just by using her mouth. It made them closer in a way that nothing else ever had.
"Fuck... baby girl," Robert growled, his hips bucking harder against Marcus' mouth as the pleasure began to build within him. He knew he had to stop soon, but he couldn't resist just a little bit longer; not with his son's hot lips and expert tongue driving him wild like this.
With a final groan, Robert came hard in Marcus' mouth, filling it with his seed as the younger man continued to suck eagerly until every last drop had been drained from him. Blinking up at his father through a sheen of sweat and pleasure, Marcus smiled smugly before letting go and sitting back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "All gone."
"Fuck...," Robert groaned as he wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, trying to catch his breath. "You're such a little tease..." He grinned down at Marcus, the triumphant look in his eyes mixing with lust and affection. It was days like this that made him forget about everything else; made it impossible to think about anything but them.
Marcus smiled back up at him before leaning forward, pressing their foreheads together. "I know," he whispered, wrapping his arms around his father's waist and nuzzling into his neck. "And I love teasing you."
They sat there for a moment, enjoying the closeness of each other's bodies and the taste of their shared intimacy. It was a quiet, intimate moment that neither wanted to end; proof positive that despite what anyone else might say, they were meant to be together in every sense of the word.
Marcus kissed Robert's neck before pulling away and standing up. "Come on... you'll be late for work," he said with a smile.
"Yeah, guess I am," Robert replied, standing up and zipping his pants back up. "Thanks for the dessert, baby girl." He ruffled Marcus' hair affectionately before heading toward the front door. As he stepped out into the sunlight, he glanced back at his son one last time; a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he disappeared down the street to face another day at work.
But no matter where life might take them, they both knew one thing for certain: they had each other, and nothing could ever change that.