Daddy's Acceptance - Gay Incest

100% fiction!

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I laid in bed as I remembered what happened two hours ago in this very room. I think I was still in a state of shock. Not traumatized shock like most people would expect me to be in after what happened but it was flirting along the edges of giddy shock. My eyes drifted close as I remembered bits of the event.

“fuck me daddy. fuck me hard. Fuck my boy pussy.”

My eyes snapped open as I saw my hands on his sweaty skin. I recalled the feeling of his ass as it pushed back against the base of my cock and into my pelvis. I was momentarily mortified at the thought that he curved into me so well.

My eyes started to close again as I remembered the feel of him on me. Surrounding me. Sucking me in and the drive to go deeper.

I heard his voice a he called out to me again.

“Daddy. Give me please. Oohh yes... daddy is big. Aaalll I wanntt... Fuck!”

He knew how to fuck his ass back onto my cock. I remember looking down his back and saw his dark head as it rolled on the bed. His mouth was open as he gasped for air. He spoke to me with that mouth. He coaxed me, begged me, demanded of me acts that I never thought I would do.

“Love me daddy. Prove to me that you love me. Yes daddy. Yess daddddyyy,” he moaned from that mouth.

I felt my body start to respond again. I looked down and saw that my cock was already hard. His 'daddy's dick' as he called it a few times. My cock twitched as I recalled him saying it in his lust filled voice.

How could I have done that to him? To my own son. I watched him grow up and thought that he was turning into such a fine young man. I've ruined him. I can hear future voices in my head even as I wrapped my hand around my hard member with my son's voice being louder in my head.

I heard him saying, “Your cock feels so good inside me daddy.”

I heard the other voice say, “He's a menace.”

I hear my son again, “I knew you would like it like. I wanted to do my best for you.”

I heard the other voice again, “He's not normal!”

My son's voice was louder, “Fuck me daddy. Make me cum. I want you to cum in my boy pussy.”

I groan as the memory of his ass milking my cock washed over me. His warm tight hole became a memory that I lived in again. I felt him bucking back against me again. His sweaty skin, his warm body, his trashing head and his words. His erotic, lust filled, raspy voice as he said so many words.

My hand started to move faster as I saw his brown eyes looking back at me. He made me turn him over. He looked into my eyes with love and want. He kissed my lips. He wrapped his legs around my waist and pulled me deeper into himself.

“Daddy I love you,” he told him as he hugged his body to mine and wedged his face and mouth next to my ear. I heard his every breath. I heard each of his words. He came first. His cock jerked against both our bodies as he shot cum out of his body three times. As his release triggered the spasm that his internal muscles went on I couldn't stop from coming in him. I pressed his body down into the mattress. With each jerk of my body I pushed deeper into him. He didn't cry out in pain. He sounded happy as he held me closer.

I then crumpled. I hugged him to my sweaty body. I told him I loved him. He said he knew. I told him that he didn't do anything wrong. He said he knew that too. I felt his hand on my head as he smoothed my hair and soothed me.

“I love you too daddy. I wanted this,” he said again and again in a different order until I stopped talking and just held him.

I felt something on my chin and raised my hand to brush at some water. At the same time I smelled cum on my hands. I realized that I came before when I was jacking off to my memories and then later I cried over it. I was under no illusions that I was the first male, boy or man, to fuck my son, but he was my son and I did fuck him. I fucked him and we both felt good.

Where do we go from here? How do I act around him? Will this happen again? Will I let this happen again? Do I want this to happen again?

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The morning came and I turned my head away from the window and the light that poured in. I checked the day in my head and stayed in bed as I reminded myself that it was Saturday. Something warm moved into my arms and I just gravitated towards the body. I smelt soap on their skin but it wasn't that fresh.

I felt warm lips on mine and I just kissed them back. As they got more insistent my curiosity demanded that I find out who I had spent the night with. Then my eyes shot open as I remembered going to bed alone.

“Good morning daddy,” Joshua said as he looked back at me. He laid his head on my shoulder as he wrapped his arms around my chest.

“It's alright daddy. This works,” he told me as he rubbed his face against my chest. “I want this. You aren't a bad person and everything will work out if you don't freak out,” he said as I felt his eyes flutter over my skin. After a few moments I slowly wrapped my arms around him and soon I found myself falling back asleep.