I walked into the house after work and saw my 25-year-old son Jake stretched out on the couch in nothing but tight boxers. His body was lean and hard from the gym, and his cock was already half-hard, pushing against the fabric. We both knew what "special time" meant. No talking about it outside these moments, just raw need when the door locked behind us.
"Get over here, boy," I said, my voice low and direct. Jake stood up and came to me without hesitation. I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, shoving my tongue into his mouth while my hand went straight down to squeeze his balls through the boxers. He groaned into my mouth and pressed his body against mine. My cock was already stiff in my pants, thick and ready.
I pushed him to his knees right there in the living room. "Suck your father's cock," I ordered. Jake yanked my zipper down, pulled my dick out, and wrapped his lips around the head. He sucked deep, taking half of my length in one go. Spit ran down his chin as he bobbed his head, tongue working the underside. I held the back of his head and thrust into his throat, feeling it tighten around me. "That's it, take it all the way. Good son."
He gagged but kept going, eyes watering. I fucked his face for a few minutes, balls slapping his chin, until I pulled out with a wet pop. Strings of spit connected my cock to his lips. "Strip and bend over the arm of the couch," I told him. Jake stood, dropped his boxers, and leaned forward, ass up. His hole was already slick from the lube he must have used earlier, pink and ready.
I dropped my pants and stepped behind him. I spit on his hole for good measure, then pressed my cockhead against it. No slow push. I drove in with one hard thrust, burying my full length inside my son's ass. Jake moaned loud and pushed back against me. "Fuck, Dad, yeah, wreck it," he said. I grabbed his hips and started pounding, balls-deep strokes that made his cheeks slap against me. The wet sound of fucking filled the room.
I reached around and stroked his cock while I fucked him. It was rock hard and leaking. "You love your dad's dick in you, don't you?" I growled. "Yes, sir," he answered between thrusts. I slammed harder, angling to hit his prostate. Jake's legs shook. I pulled out, flipped him onto his back on the couch, and shoved back in. His legs went over my shoulders. I leaned down and kissed him again, tasting my own cock on his tongue while I drilled his hole.
Sweat dripped off me onto his chest. I fucked him steady and deep for a long time, changing angles to keep him moaning. When I felt close, I pulled out and made him suck me clean again. "Taste your ass on it," I said. Jake licked and sucked greedily. Then I had him ride me. He straddled my lap on the couch, lowered himself onto my cock, and bounced. I slapped his ass and told him to go faster. His own cock slapped against my stomach with every drop.
I reached up and pinched his nipples hard. Jake's head fell back as he came, shooting thick ropes across my chest without touching himself. His ass clenched tight around my cock. That pushed me over. I grabbed his hips, held him down, and unloaded deep inside him, pumping cum into my son's guts. Pulse after pulse. When I finished, I stayed inside him for a minute, letting it leak out around my shaft.
We didn't move right away. Jake stayed on my lap, my softening cock still in his ass. I rubbed his back slowly. "Special time's not over yet," I said after a while.
I pulled out, stood him up, and bent him over again. This time I ate his hole, licking my own cum out of him while he pushed back against my face. Then I fucked him a second time, slower but still raw, until I came again.
Later we showered together. I soaped his ass and fingered him under the hot water, making him hard once more. We jerked each other off standing there, watching our cum mix and wash down the drain. By the time we dried off, the house was quiet again, but we both knew the next special time was already set in our heads.
