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Dad was masturbating in the living room, like every day, watching gay porn of fathers having sex with their sons. Marcus was coming downstairs when he saw his father on the sofa masturbating again. He rolled his eyes slightly in frustration.
"Dad... if you're going to do that, you could at least go to your room... you're not the only one who sits on that sofa."
He gives him a small smile and glances at him briefly before continuing to slowly stroke his own length.
Sorry, kiddo, you know how it is... these urges I get sometimes... when a man needs to do it, he has to do it.
Marcus let out a small, frustrated sigh as he headed downstairs.
"At least try not to get the sofa dirty..."
he muttered before entering the kitchen. He quickly turned back to his father.
"And if you're going to get it dirty, clean it up this time,"
he said before disappearing through the door.
He let out a chuckle before getting up completely naked from the sofa and walking to the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe as he continued masturbating.
"Well, baby boy, you can always help your daddy avoid making a mess if you let him use your cute little ass... you know how much I love filling you with my seed."
Marcus rolled his eyes as he continued preparing his lunch.
"Mom's about to get home and you still haven't mowed the backyard lawn... and you know she's going to be mad if you waste time fucking me again,"
he muttered, slightly annoyed.
"The last time she saw us fucking in the bathroom, she grounded me because you were supposed to be washing the dishes... according to her, I was the one who distracted you when in reality you're the one who insists on fucking."
Dad chuckled softly and kept masturbating, not in the least bit deterred by his son's words.
"She doesn't need to know it was you who wanted my big hard cock inside you, baby boy,"
he said teasingly.
"And if she found out how often we sneak away and fuck... well, I'm sure she'd understand that sometimes a man just needs his son's sweet ass."
Marcus sighed in frustration.
"Go mow the backyard lawn,"
he said, looking at his father.
"When you're done, we can fuck... if you want, we can go to a park bench where everyone can see us, like you like so much."
He smirked and gave his son a knowing look.
"Oh? Is that what you want, hmm?"
he teased, not giving up on the idea of fucking him now.
"Fine, fine... I'll go mow the lawn... but only because it makes my little Marcus so horny,"
he said with a wink before leaving the kitchen and heading outside to tend to the backyard.
A few minutes later, after mowing the lawn, he came back inside, still naked as ever.
"Well, kiddo? Do you want your daddy's big cock now?"
he asked, his tone playful yet clearly eager for some incestuous loving.
Marcus let out another small sigh.
"I can't believe you mowed the lawn naked..."
he said, slightly incredulous.
"Fine,"
Marcus reluctantly agreed.
"I guess you want to go to the park, right?... Why do I ask? You clearly want to..."
he said, walking toward the kitchen door. What Marcus said was true; Dad loved fucking his cute son's ass in front of everyone, and the more people who saw them, the better. Dad hated privacy; he wanted to show everyone how he filled his son's little ass with his seed.
Dad grinned naughtily as they walked towards the park.
"I just can't resist showing off my little plaything, you know? And besides, everyone loves to see a father's passion for his son... it makes them all feel a little warm inside."
He reached out and squeezed Marcus's ass gently, giving it a slight pinch before continuing.
"And who knows, maybe we'll find someone else who wants to join in the fun?"
They arrived at the park bench, and as if on cue, several people glanced their way and smiled knowingly. Dad winked at them while leading Marcus over to an empty spot. Once they were settled down, he started stroking his own length again.
"Well then, baby boy... are you ready for your special treat?"
"Yes, Dad..."
Marcus said with a small sigh. Marcus took off his pants, revealing his mother's thong, which Dad loved him to wear. He slightly parted his legs.
"That's my baby boy,"
Dad praised, stroking the smooth fabric of the thong before running his fingers between his son's legs and spreading them wider. He positioned himself behind him and lined up his aching cock with Marcus's tight little entrance. With a grunt, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one hard stroke.
"Ohhh fuck..."
he groaned, gripping Marcus's slender hips as he began pumping him roughly. The two of them were lost in their lust for each other; the feelings of shame and guilt vanished under the heat of their incestuous desire. Passersby continued to glance their way, some even slowing down to get a better look at the father-son pair fucking brazenly on the park bench.
Dad leaned in closer to Marcus's ear, his voice raw with desire.
"You like that, don't you? Your daddy's big cock filling you up?"
"Ugh... yes..."
Marcus moaned softly as his father's cock stretched him even further. He arched his back and gripped the bench behind him, dizzy with lust and shame at being fucked senseless in broad daylight.
"I love Daddy's big cock..."
With each powerful thrust, Dad leaned closer to his son, their bodies becoming intertwined as he roughly fucked him against the backrest of the bench. His breath hot against Marcus's neck as he groaned out words of praise and encouragement.
"That's right... take it... my sweet boy... you know you want it..."
He let out a low growl and shifted his hips, adjusting his angle to hit Marcus's prostate again and again.
Their sex was loud and rough, completely ignored by the few people who continued to pass by them. Dad relished in the taboo thrill of public fucking; he knew that at any moment, someone might confront them or call the cops, but that only made it hotter for him, more forbidden and alluring. As he neared his climax, he sped up even further, not caring about anything else except burying himself deep inside Marcus's ass one last time.
"Fuck... I'm gonna cum..."
he panted, tightening his grip on Marcus's hips as the first waves of orgasm hit him like a tidal wave. He grunted loudly and let go with a long, shuddering moan as hot seed flooded the inside of Marcus's ass in powerful spurts.
Moments later, still buried to the hilt, he looked down at his son and smiled tenderly despite their current state of dishevelment.
"That felt good... didn't it, baby boy?"
"Oh... God... Daddy..."
Marcus gasped as his father continued to thrust into him, filling him with cum. He arched his back and clenched around his cock, trying desperately not to come just yet, wanting to enjoy every last drop of his dad's seed inside him. The forbidden pleasure coursed through him, making him lightheaded and weak with desire.
As he finally pulled out, leaving Marcus's ass exposed and glistening with sweat and cum, Dad leaned down to kiss his forehead softly. "You're such a good boy... always wanting your daddy's big cock..." He brushed some hair back from his son's face before glancing around them once more. No one seemed to be paying much attention anymore; the park was starting to empty out for the day.
With a satisfied grin, Dad scooped up Marcus in his arms and carried him back home, already planning their next illicit encounter.
Marcus hugged his father around the neck. "...I love how I feel your cock inside me, daddy... I wish I could always have it inside me." He kissed the other man on the cheek.
Dad smiled down at his son with affection as they walked home together. "Maybe someday we'll find a way to make that happen, baby boy... until then, you just need to be patient and obey your daddy when he asks for your little ass." He squeezed Marcus a bit tighter, feeling the warmth of his body pressed against his own.
They continued walking in comfortable silence, enjoying the closeness they shared despite their taboo relationship. As they rounded the corner to their street, Dad glanced at the clock on his phone and realized it was almost time for dinner. "Marcus... how would you like your asshole stretched out later tonight? While we're all eating together?" he asked with a wink, feeling his cock twitch in anticipation.
"You know I'd love that..." Marcus replied, grinning up at him.
He chuckled and kissed Marcus on the forehead. "Well then, you better go get changed into something more comfortable while I prepare dinner... but remember, no pants this time." His fingers lingered against the soft skin of his son's neck for a moment longer before letting him go with one last squeeze.
As Marcus went upstairs to obey his father, Dad couldn't help but feel grateful for their special bond. Even though it was wrong and sick, there was nothing else like it in the world; no other feeling quite as intense or satisfying. And as he began cooking dinner, his mind already wandered back to how he would fuck Marcus later that night... just as soon as they were all gathered around the table together.
The smell of dinner filling their home only served to heighten the anticipation between them as they waited for Marcus to reappear in nothing but his mother's thong. Dad couldn't help but picture how good it would feel to stretch out his son's tight little hole while everyone watched, their hearts racing and desire building with each passing moment. The forbidden thrill of public fucking was a powerful aphrodisiac for him; he craved it as much as he did the warmth and pleasure of Marcus's body beneath him.
As his son finally appeared at the bottom of the stairs, naked from the waist down save for his mom's sexy thong, Dad felt his cock twitch violently in his pants. "Mmm... you look even better like that," he murmured approvingly, licking his lips as he slowly descended the stairs to join the rest of the family.
Dinner was a tense affair; everyone seemed to know what was about to happen, and yet no one dared say anything. Conversation was stilted and awkward at times, but that only served to heighten the senses for Dad as he watched his son carefully navigate through the evening. Once they had finished eating, however, he couldn't wait any longer; it was time for dessert. "Why don't we all go into the living room," he suggested nonchalantly, already starting to unbutton his shirt as they rose from the table together."