This is a story I started on another site, so some of you may recognize it. I quit writing there for various reasons, and want to continue it here.
It is a story containing INCEST, BDSM, W/S, and general raunch, perversion and kink. If you don't enjoy these things, then don't read the story. Also quit if it's illegal where you live. And of course, it is fiction.
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Part 1
It was the middle of the night and I was woken by my son Matthew as he was fumbling in the dark trying to find his flip-flops in our dark rv. "Sorry dad. I gotta go take a shit." He said as he slid his feet into his sandles and headed out the door in just his shorts.
This was not unusual, as we were not at a campground with hookups, so we didn't use our toilet, instead using the camp toilets which were really just outhouses. It was also not unusual for him to run off shirtless. He hardly ever wore a shirt, unless he had to. But who could blame him? Just one month shy of 20, he was in his prime. He had just finished his freshman year at university where he was on the football team. Not that he had actually played any games yet, but he still had to train hard, and keep fit. And boy did he.
At 6'2", he was a tight 190 lbs of head turning perfection. All the ladies drooled over his curly brown hair, that he kept a respectable shaggy length. His strong nose, his stronger jawline, his plump lips that we're naturally a dark pink. His broad, tan shoulders that sat atop his chiseled, smooth pecs which tapered down to his narrow waist. His perfectly formed, round ass, and his strong legs covered lightly in dark hair. The only other hair on his body was a light treasure trail to his pubes, and his dark, bushy pits. His facial hair hadn't really started coming in yet and he still had rosey cheeks which kept a boyish glow to his face.
Then his eyes. Oh my gosh, his big blue eyes framed in thick dark lashes. His mother's eyes. That's what drew me to her first, so many years ago. But how times change. She's still a wonderful person, we just are more like friends now. Still married, just cause it's easier financially, but that's it. The sex ended years ago, and we've had separate bedrooms for quite a while. She says I snore too loud. Of course it doesn't help that she put on a hundred pounds since our wedding. But I do have my sexual releases. Unkown to my wife, I've always been bisexual, and have had a long time fling with my best friend Brian down the street. We keep each other satisfied.
Me? Well I'm not too bad for 45. 6ft, 200 lbs. I work out, often with Matthew, but I still am treading the dad bod territory a bit. My chest and stomach are covered in thick hair, and my salt and pepper hair and distinguished beard certainly help me in the looks department.
Matthew still lives at home, which I like, and helps save expenses. He was never much of a partier, good kid, and has all the freedom he wants. He has his own entrence to the basement, so he comes and goes as he pleases. And we don't frown on his friends staying over.
I was in the army for 20 years stationed right here, and now I sell cars. So all in all, things are pretty good.
My wife never joins us on our camping trips, she hates it, so it's always been something special my son and I do. I have always treasured our trips, especially now he's almost a grown man.
"Damnit!" I mumbled to myself. "The fucking power of suggestion. "Now I gotta shit!" I grumbled as I put my own flip-flops on and headed into the night, but not before I grabbed a shirt. I wandered down the gravel path toward the shitters, enjoying the pure peace of a mountain night. As I got closer, I thought I could hear whispering. Then, when I could see the toilets, I knew I could hear whispering. Specifically, 2 male voices. Not strange necessarily, but I soon realized it was coming from the toilets themselves. And it wasn't just whispering, it was grunting, and panting, you know, sex sounds. When I reached the toilets, I definitely heard a man say, "Yeah, you like that you little slut? You like taking that cock like a bitch?" And I heard another man say, "Yeah, fuck me. I AM a nasty slut! I want your cum deep in my ass!"
IT WAS MATTHEW!!
Oh my fucking God, my son was getting dicked in a dirty, smelly outhouse! I froze, not knowing what to do. Do I bang on the door? Do I run away? My heart pounded as I tried to quickly digest what was happening. My little boy, my Matthew was getting fucked by a total stranger. And he was liking it. No, he was LOVING it!! He was begging for it. The man fucking him was calling him nasty, degrading things, and my son was pleading for more! I couldn't move, I was transfixed. It was like a car wreck, I couldn't turn away. Then I realized, I didn't WANT to turn away. My cock was rock hard in my shorts. What the fuck? Listening to my son get used turned me on? I had never thought of my son like that! Sure, I could recognize his physical beauty, but I never before thought of him sexually. Now that's ALL I could think about. Imagining what he looked like right now, taking a cock up his ass made my own cock ache. Listening to their filthy talk and animal noises made me want to join them. I wanted to be the one fucking Matthew right now! I could hear the man say, "I'm gonna cum slut. Gonna fill you up with a huge load! Gonna fill up your nasty jock hole!" Then Matthew begging for it. "Oh fuck yeah! Breed me! I'm a fucking cumdump. That's what I'm for! Shoot your load in my jock pussy!" That's when I high-tailed it back to our rv, shit or no shit. I could hear the man as he shot his load into my son while I ran away, and I could hear my son moan in appreciation as his guts got filled with sperm.
I was out of breath as I jumped into our rv. I kicked off my sandles as I tried to figure out what to do next. Do I confront him? Do I pretend nothing happened? That would be the smart thing. But a voice inside kept saying, "This could be a golden opportunity. You have the power over him right now!" But is this what I want? What if he freaks out and never speaks to me again? But I heard him. I heard him begging that strange man to use him. "Fuck it!" I thought, as I ripped off my shorts and climbed under my covers, "my son is obviously a cock hungry slut!" It was probably 10 minutes before Matthew finally returned, long enough for my breathing and heart rate to return to normal, but not long enough to lose my hardon, or my nerve.
"Everything come out ok son?" I asked as he climbed inside.
"Huh, oh, yeah. Just a little constipated, you know." He replied kicking off his flip-flops and crawling under his blankets on our bed.
I could smell the sex on him and my cock ached more.
"Good night." He said, facing away from me. I waited a few seconds, then inched closer to him. I could feel him tense up as I pulled his blanket up and pulled mine off. The smell of fresh sperm hit me like a mac truck, making my dick pulse. I slid my body next to his as he froze in fear, not sure what to expect. I leaned into his ear as I touched the wet spot on his shorts where cum had leaked out and whispered,
"I know."
"Dad......"he started to say, slightly panicked.
"Shh shh shh," I silenced him, as I pulled the elastic waist band of his shorts down. "It's ok Matty. Daddy's not mad that you're a little cockwhore." I lightly rubbed his freshly fucked assring, feeling the slimy goo. Matthew moaned a little bit.
"Daddy's just disappointed he didn't get it first."
I slipped two fingers into my son as he moaned a little louder.
"But it's ok, daddy loves sloppy seconds."
I slid my fingers into his mouth so he could taste his ass.
"Now pull down your shorts."
Matthew complied, removing his shorts, revealing his own throbbing erection. He may have his mother's eyes, but he has his daddy's dick. Before now, I had never seen it erect, but it was a carbon copy of mine. Not thick, but 8 inches long, uncircumcised, and with a wicked curve that could hit all the places inside.
"Did you cum?"
He shook his head yes, unable to speak.
"And you're rock hard again? I guess you truly are a slut."
He just shook his head again. I pulled back my foreskin and placed the head of my cock against his wet hole.
"Good." I said as I slid my cock slowly into my son. "Daddy wants his little boy to be a good slut for him."
"Yes daddy." He moaned, as I buried my bone all the way in his warm, wet, hungry fuck chute, pressing it hard into his prostate. I just held it there as I whispered, "no more secrets."
"No more secrets." He sighed.
I began to saw my cock in and out of my boy's hungry pussy, pushing hard into his prostate as he let out little grunts and moans, obviously loving his dad finally fucking his slutty hole. He started to reach for his erect cock, but I slapped his hands away.
"No," I growled into his ear, "don't touch your cock boy until I tell you to."
"I'm sorry Sir." He whispered. His natural submissiveness only made my cock swell more in his ass. I wrapped my arms around him, grabbing his hands and squeezed him tight against me. He squeezed my hands back as he squeezed his glorious asslips around my cock, eliciting a throaty growl from deep inside me. My son definitely had a talented cunt. I knew I wasn't going to last long with his man pussy milking my cock, as I slid in and out of his cum slick chute. Knowing another mans cock had just been in my son, fucking him, using him, cumming in him was too much for my brain to handle. I knew I was close.
"Tell me what you want son," I whispered in his ear, "tell your dad what his nasty, slutty, cumdump of a son wants. Tell me what you are boy."
"I want your cum daddy." He whispered back in short gasps as I pounded his prostate hard. "I want you to use me as a cum receptical. I was born to be fucked and used. I'm a slut dad, I'm just a cumdump. Shoot your load in me dad. Do it, I want your seed in me."
That did it. Hearing my son begging for my load pushed me over the edge. I buried my cock as deep as I could in my boy and let out a long, deep moan as my dick throbbed and flexed, pumping what I knew was a huge load into my sluts guts, mixing with the load the other man dumped in him not even a half hour earlier.
"Oh Matty," I moaned as his ass muscles milked all the cum out of me. "Daddy's going to be using this hole a lot from now on."
"Yessssss," he softly hissed in reply.