Now don't get me wrong, my son, Harry, is very intelligent, a grade A student with dreams of going to Oxford or Cambridge, but he's book smart and when it came to common sense, he's severely lacking. So I wasn't entirely surprised when I came home to find the kitchen covered in brownie batter- as he had forgotten to put the lid on the mixer. What did take me by surprise was that he was almost entirely naked apart from an apron which covered his modesty.
"What's going on here!?" My tone was probably a little too stern, but I had had a stressful day at work and I had just wanted to come home, crack open a beer and make some dinner.
"Shit, Dad! You're home early, I was going to clean it, I promise" he looked very sheepish, but not embarrassed by his lack of clothes.
"It's 7.30, I'm home late." I went to the fridge and grabbed the bottle of beer, a small win.
"What?! Already" a look of confusion spread across his face.
"Where the fuck are your clothes?" I took a swig of beer… boy did it taste good.
"I'm wearing an apron"
"Which is meant to go over your clothes" I sighed. It really did confuse me how a boy so bright could be so dumb.
"But then the parts of the clothes not protected by the apron would get dirty." The brownie batter which covered his arms, upper chest, neck and face meant that his logic was almost faultless. His eyes had been protected by the horn rimmed glasses which looked smeared from where he had clumsily wiped the batter from them, but some batter had lodged itself in his dark curly fringe. He grabbed a cloth from the sink and turned to start cleaning, revealing his pale white arse cheeks.
"You could have at least put some underwear on." I was confused to find that my eyes were transfixed on the two white globes and felt my own cock twitch in my suit trousers. I categorically only have sex with women, but given that I had been in a dry spell of a couple of years… an ass is an ass isn't it? Just a peach would probably get me going these days.
"I didn't have any clean" he retorted. I'd been making Harry do his own laundry for a couple of years now but it would still take a couple of reminders to get him to actually do it.
I began to take in the rest of my son's body, he wasn't particularly athletic but he had youth on his side, a slender frame and a slight definition to his arms and shoulders. I shook my head out of the daze, and turned my attention to the brownie covered kitchen in front of me. I dipped my finger in the bowl of brownie mix and licked it clean.
"Fuck. This tastes really good!" I wasn't even lying, it was incredible.
"Dad! Don't eat that! There's barely any left as it is" he swatted my hand away as I went in for a second taste.
"It was just a taste!" I don't know what came over me but I used my finger to wipe some of the batter from his bicep and licked my finger clean again. It was slightly saltier from the sweat of his skin, which somehow only heightened the flavour.
"Dad! What the fuck"
"Well that's only going to go to waste!" I scooped another splodge from his arm and savoured the taste.
"Dad, that's weird! It's gross" he moved away from me to prevent me getting any more and my eyes fell to his bum once more.
"You know, when you were little I would have bent you over my knee and spanked you for making a mess like this"
"You wouldn't get away with it these days" he quickly retorted. Without thinking I opened my hand flat and brought it swiftly into contact with his left arse cheek. He let out a loud gasp, a combination of pleasure and pain. Before he could react I did the exact same to his right cheek and he let out yet another loud gasp. "Dad, what the fuck!?" He spun round backing away from me. My cock was now rock hard and I saw Harry's own cock grow causing a tent in the apron.
"Turn around" I ordered firmly.
"What?"
"Turn around" softer this time but just as demanding. He didn't say anything this time, he just slowly turned around, placed his hands on the kitchen counter to steady himself for the next smack. I could have sworn that he had gently arched his back, pushing his arse out.
I approached him, wrapped my arms around him in a restricting bear hug and pushed my crotch against his arse.
"Dad, what are you doing?" He asked, surprised that he hadn't been hit again.
"Punishing you" I spotted some batter on his neck and my tongue was quick to lap it up. Harry let out a moan as I continued to kiss his neck, long after all the batter was gone. "You've been a naughty boy"
"Yes dad," he responded almost immediately, an innate instinct.
"And you need to be punished"
"Yes dad, sorry dad"
"I'm going to teach you to be a good boy"
"I'll be a good boy!" With one arm still wrapped around him, I reached down, unzipped my fly and pulled out my thick cock which sprung to attention and only seemed to get harder now it was free. It found its place between my sons arse cheeky perfectly. I spotted the oil on the counter and reached for it with my free hand, in the heat of the moment I knocked it over causing the oil to ooze out onto the counter. I used my hand to mop up as much as I could and lined up my cock with it, which glistened under the spotlights as it throbbed. I wiped up some more and generously slathered up my boy's hole.
"I'm going to fuck you with my daddy dick. Are you going to be a good boy and let me?"
"Yes daddy" his voice broke in a nervous anticipation.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Harry?" I whispered softly into his ear
"Yes" he whispered back
"Yes, what?" I was slightly more demanding this time
"Yes, please" he almost sounded convincing.
"Yes, please, what?" I growled into his ear this time.
"Yes please daddy!" I positioned my cock against his hole. "Please, fuck me daddy!" Shit. He really did want this. I gently slid my cock into my son's hole. First the tip. He was gasping and moaning. Then I started to was the shaft in. The gasping took priority. It was half way in. "Fuck… me… daddy" he managed between the moans. I slammed the remain inches into his hole and he yelped, trying to pull away but I continued to hold him against me.
His hole felt amazing around my cock. I left it inside him for a moment to come accustomed to it and kissed his neck gently. His breathing started to come under control and I grabbed his head turning it towards me. His eyes were wide and tears were rolling down his face. My lips found his and a moment later we were engaged in a passionate kiss, our tongues were battling each other. It was unlike any other kiss I had ever had, as though our mouths were made for each other, fruit from the same tree.
As we kissed I began to slowly thrust my hips back and forth, gently fucking his warm, tight hole. As my speed picked up he pulled away from the kiss as he gasped for breath. That's when something primal in me took over. I released him from my embrace and my hands grabbed his hips as I began to fuck him hard and fast. Simultaneously thrusting my hips forward and pulling him backwards onto my cock for maximum force and speed.
The sound was incredible. His arse slapping against him as he screamed in pleasure between and gasped intensely. Thrust after thrust after thrust. It didn't take long for me to reach a climax, I felt the familiar sensation as I approached the brink of an orgasm, only this time it was stronger, more intense, deeper, richer, more beautiful.
I continued to fuck him as I started to moan. Our moans intertwined and I felt my cock erupt inside his hole, it felt like it went on for an eternity as I felt pleasure like no other, rope after rope being ploughed deeper inside my son.
As my orgasm started to subside and my body was twitching. I suddenly was weak from the pleasure, I wrapped my arms around Harry once more, placing my weight onto him, but I am much heavier and bigger than him so he staggered forwards under my weight, bracing himself on the side as the final few drops of cum oozed into his teenage hole. I breathed heavily and kissed his neck again as I tried to steady myself.
I regained my composure using the kitchen counter to steady myself. I pulled my cock out of his arse and a few drops of cum dropped onto the tiled floor below. I pushed my cock back into my trouser and zipped up my fly.
"I want this kitchen to be spotless" I said, grabbing my bottle of beer from the side and taking a large swig.
"Yes daddy" Harry said, obediently.
"Good boy." The firmness remained in my voice. I took another sip of my beer and left my son in the kitchen, my cum dripping from his freshly fucked arse, and headed to watch some tv in the living room.