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Forty-five-year-old Michael Preston slowly opened his eyes, feeling a weight on his lower half as something was rubbing against his morning wood. He raised his head off the pillow and looked to see his eighteen-year-old son, Brett, sitting on his lap as he was grinding his ass down on his crotch, softly whimpering between his short breaths as his face was flushed red.
The younger man looked at him through half-lidded eyes, his light brown hair falling in his face. “G-good morning, Daddy…” He greeted, continuing to grind his ass down on his father. “I came into your room to see you… And I saw how hard you were, and I couldn’t help myself,” he said in embarrassment.
Michael chuckled softly. “That’s alright, baby boy. You know you can touch Daddy anytime you want to,” he said, making Brett smile before going back to rubbing his ass against his father’s clothed hardness.
Michael and Brett had a very odd and unconventional relationship. Michael and his former wife (who was also Brett’s mother), Tabitha, divorced only a few years ago. Michael was hung up over it, but Brett always loved his father much more than he loved his mother, to an almost unhealthy degree. Ever since he was young, he always admired his father, and always loved how much his father would dote on him. He wanted to do anything he could to make his dear father happy, even if that meant replacing his mom. So, on Brett’s eighteenth birthday, when Michael bought him a cake like he always did on his birthday, Brett made his special wish as he blew out his candles…
“I want to make Daddy happy.”
And that night, when Michael accidentally walked in on a naked Brett and profusely apologized before looking away, Brett only walked up to his father and took his hand, telling him that for his birthday, he wanted him to take his virginity and let his father use his body for his pleasure. Of course, Michael was completely shocked to hear that—but he couldn’t deny how much his son had grown, even with that cute boyish freckled face of his. Though Brett had a very feminine frame, Michael couldn’t deny that his little boy was now a man.
And so, Michael did take his virginity. And ever since then, Michael and Brett would have lots of sex together, and Brett’s wish came true—he made Daddy very happy. He was happy too, he loved the way his father would praise him during sex while being so dominant, and he loved how his father made him feel like a little boy despite being an eighteen-year-old man. He couldn’t explain why, but he liked acting like a little boy for his father. Michael loved it when Brett would go into little space, it was too adorable.
They didn’t need Tabitha in the picture. The two of them were much, much happier with only each other.
“Were you dreaming about me?” Brett asked, continuing to grind down on Michael with a sigh. “Is that why you’re so hard, Daddy?”
“Yeah, I was dreaming about you,” Michael said with a smirk, bringing his hands to Brett’s hips as he bucked his own hips up to rub his manhood against the boy’s ass. “I dreamt about you bouncing on my cock while you made pretty sounds for me.”
Brett gasped with a smile. “Oh, I want to! Please, Daddy… I want to make your dream become a reality,” he said, palming himself through his cloth shorts.
Michael chuckled again. “Of course, baby boy. How about you take off your clothes for me?”
Brett nodded eagerly. “Mmhmm,” he said before he crossed his arms and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it away. He moved off of Michael to take his shorts off along with his briefs as Michael slightly sat up and pulled down his own boxers, his veiny, long and thick, hard cock springing out. The deep pink tip was already leaking with precum.
Brett was now completely nude, and he licked his lips at the sight of his dad’s cock. “I love your dick so much, Daddy.” He grabbed it with a hand, making Michael slightly groan at the contact. “I can’t wait to feel it inside me,” the boy said as he began to climb over his father to position himself.
“Ah-ah, wait a minute,” Michael said, stopping Brett, making the young man pout. Michael reached over to the nightstand, grabbing for the bottle of lube before handing it to Brett. Brett popped open the cap before squirting some into his hand. He began to stroke his father’s hard dick as he stared in awe at how big it was, getting it nice and lubed up.
After Brett was done, he laid down on the bed and spread his legs before he used the leftover lube on his fingers to finger his hole, moaning softly at how his slick fingers felt preparing himself as Michael watched him with a smug look on his face. “I like watching you finger yourself, boy. You’re getting yourself nice and prepared for your Daddy’s big rod, huh?”
Brett nodded with a huff. “Y-yes, I love fingering myself imagining all the kinds of things you’d do to me… But nothing compares to the feeling of your dick in me,” he whined, thrusting his slick fingers back and forth within him, making Michael grunt at those dirty words.
“That’s right, nothing compares to the feeling of Daddy’s dick in you, baby boy. Now, come over here and let Daddy fuck you,” Michael growled, before Brett climbed over his father, holding Michael’s dick with a hand as he shifted and positioned himself to align the tip with his entrance. He used his other hand to hold onto Michael’s shoulder as he slowly lowered himself onto him, gasping when he felt himself being penetrated with his father’s cock.
“Yeeeeeah, good boy,” Michael groaned out the more Brett took his dick inside himself, as Brett leaned his head back and let out a long whine. Michael’s big cock slid inside him so effortlessly even as big as it was, it was like Brett’s cute ass was made for his tool.
Brett already took Michael’s cock halfway before stopping to take a breath, then continued. Michael was so big—around nine or ten inches long. Brett loved his papa’s dick so much, always loved having his father stretch his insides and fuck him nice and good.
Brett used both hands to hang onto Michael’s shoulders as he sank down further on his slick length as Michael held onto his hips the whole time, aiding him as he pulled him down onto his cock. It wasn’t long before Brett took him all the way.
“Nnn… I feel your dick all in me, Daddy!” Brett excitedly said, slightly shifting himself as Michael sighed feeling Brett’s walls clenching around him. His dick was enveloped in his pretty son’s sweet boy snatch, and it felt so tight and cushy. “Yeah, you feel Daddy’s dick in you? You love Daddy’s dick. Tell Daddy how much you love it.”
Brett slightly moved again, whimpering at the feeling of his Daddy’s cock throbbing inside of him. “I-I love Daddy’s dick so much! My hole belongs to Daddy and Daddy only,” he whined out.
“Good boy. Now, ride Daddy’s cock.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Brett said before he began to move up and down on his erect dick, as Michael’s chest was heaving watching his son rock back and forth on his lap. Brett let out little whimpers and moans as he rode his father’s big cock.
“Oh, you feel so good, Daddy…” Brett breathily let out, picking up the pace as he bounced on his Daddy’s dick, as Michael gripped his son’s hips harder and rolled his hips against the younger man, making his moans rise in pitch and became louder.
Michael’s thrusts met with the same rhythm as Brett’s grinding as Brett leaned down to engage in an open-mouthed and messy kiss with his father, slightly moaning into his mouth when he felt his beard tickling his face. The two continued to sloppily make out as Michael’s hands moved to grab his son’s ass, thrusting harder into him as Brett began to feel his eyes tear up from the overwhelming pleasure.
The sounds of skin slapping on skin along with slick, wet sounds and their groans filled the bedroom. It was so damn erotic.
Michael moved his head back, a string of saliva still connecting their mouths. He thrusted deep into Brett, hitting his prostate, as Brett shut his teary eyes and let out a loud cry as he gripped harder onto his father’s shoulders. Michael softly chuckled before continuing to batter his prostate, making the young man’s mouth fall open and his eyes roll back.
“Such a good boy, you’re my good boy, aren’t you, Brett?” Michael said in between pants, continuing to pound his adorable son’s tight ass. “Who does your boy pussy belong to?”
“D-Daddy!” Brett let out wantonly, continuing to bounce up and down at full speed and strength, like all he was meant to do was bounce on his father’s big cock until he’s filled with his seed. “My pussy belongs to my Daddy!”
Michael smirked. “That’s right, you belong to Daddy,” he grunted as he continued bucking his hips up, slamming his cock into his son’s prostate. “Only Daddy gets to touch you and fuck you like this, you understand?”
Brett tried to look at him through teary, half-lidded eyes as he tried to form words. “Y-y-yesss, Daddy,” he weakly let out as he was evidently coming close to his orgasm with how painfully hard he was. He felt like he was going to burst from having his dear father fuck him like the slutty little boy he was.
“Good. You’re gonna cum soon, aren’t you, little boy?” Michael asked him before chuckling. “Let’s cum together. I’m going to cum deep inside of you and fill you up with the semen that made you. And you’re going to take it like the good boy you are.”
“Nnn…” Brett whimpered out sweetly. At this point, the boy was a drooling, submissive hot mess, tears running down his pretty face as his moans grew louder and he began to lose himself, lust deliciously building up within him.
“Look at me, baby boy. Look into my eyes as you cum,” Michael ordered, as Brett looked into his father’s beautiful blue eyes. It only took one more deep heave into his prostate and Brett arched his back and cried loudly, his toes curling as his muscles tensed up, a wave of pleasure completely washing over his body as he reached his climax, his dick spurting with hot semen as he kept his gaze with his father.
Seeing his son getting lost in his orgasm as his walls clenched around his erection and he kept his gaze with him made Michael reach his climax as well, his cock twitching within his son before he groaned deeply and came hard, filling Brett up with his baby batter, gripping his hips so hard he was sure to leave bruises on his skin.
Michael spurted out a few more ropes of cum inside of Brett before Brett slumped forward and rested his head against his father’s shoulder as they both took their time to catch their breaths and come down from their orgasm high. After the two finished, Michael pulled out of Brett with a squelch, cum seeping out from Brett’s hole. Brett wrapped his arms around his father’s neck and pulled his head back, smiling at Michael. “That was so much fun, Daddy. I’m so nice and full with your cum now, hehe.”
Michael smiled back before moving Brett’s hair out of his face as he wiped his tears. “I love you, baby boy. Remember that. Daddy loves you, so so much.”
Brett giggled before leaning in to happily kiss his father. “I love you too, Daddy. Forever and ever.”
The two kissed again before Michael pulled away and Brett climbed off of him. Michael stood up and walked to the bathroom to wet a washcloth before bringing it back to clean up the mess he and his son made.
Brett blushed as Michael wiped the wet cloth on him, cleaning up his cum. “I’m sorry that I made a mess, Daddy…”
Michael shook his head. “No need to apologize, baby. I like making you cum and I like it when you make me cum, too. It makes Daddy happy whenever you do.”
Brett blushed. “Well… If Daddy’s happy, then I’m happy.”
After Michael finished cleaning, he pulled his boxer shorts back up before putting on some pants, as Brett put his clothes back on, too. Michael patted Brett on the head, ruffling his soft hair. “Now, how about I make us some breakfast?”
“But Daddy…” Brett pouted and rubbed his belly. “I’m already so full with your cum.”
Michael shook his head. “You need to at least get a bit of food in you. You’re still a growing boy, after all.”
Brett’s cheeks tinted pink. “You’re right. But I’m scared to grow up, I wanna be your little boy forever.”
Michael pulled his son into his arms and embraced him. “You’ll always be my little boy, no matter what. You’re Daddy’s good little boy forever and always.”
Brett smiled and hugged his father back. “Promise?”
Michael kissed his cheek. “Promise.”
The two men spent a tender moment just embracing each other lovingly before Brett pulled back. “Daddy, can we have pancakes for breakfast?” Brett asked. “It’s been a while since I had them, and I really want some.”
Michael nodded with a soft chuckle, ruffling his son’s hair again. “Of course, buddy. Let’s go,” he said, as the two left the bedroom hand-in-hand.