Vice 2 -- Jay Grady
My own fucking son, Brian, sprawled out on his back. In my own fucking bed with his legs spread open like a whore. I held his ankles in each hand and pushed his legs down and back so his ass was open and visible. I backed my cock out slowly, twitching when his wet insides fluttered around the sensitive crown of my cock. It was worse when the head plopped out from between the lips of his hole.
I watched the puffy ring flex and try to close before going slack. A trickle of my cum leaked out, it'd felt like gallons pouring out of my cock when I'd been unloading into his guts. More followed but I knew there was even more left inside his hot ass-cunt. The stream was thick and white at its center, a little chunky with clotted sperm, while the edges were clearer like egg whites.
I looked down vaguely disgusted with myself and the dark, fierce pride in my chest at the sight of the wreckage I'd left of my son's asshole. I released his ankles to press down on the backs of his thighs. I dropped down and scooted back to take it in up close. The blood-swollen lips of his violated hole looked bruised and well could've been after the heavy pounding I'd just given him. I flicked my tongue over the bottom edge of his hot hole and caught some of my cum.
"Fuck, Dad," he moaned and jerked like he was trying to get away from me. I rose up over him and leaned forward to give him my tongue and the bitter taste of my seed. Brian moaned and sucked on my extended tongue, taking the dregs of my cum and even the chemical aftertaste of the lube. I released his legs and he wrapped them around my waist as I let my weight down onto him. Brian's heavy load squished between us and the smell of it rose up around me like bleach and yeast over the scent of our sweat.
His heart was barely starting to slow down in his chest as I kissed him harshly. My forty-one year old cock gave a jerk like it wanted to get hard again but I'd already fucked him twice. His lips curved against mine so I could feel his grin. He mashed his half-hard cock against my spent one as I pulled away to look at him, already smiling in return.
"I'm gonna need a few hours to recharge, kid." I brushed the short bangs of his dark hair off his forehead where they hung limp with sweat. "You want a shower?" I asked, wishing I could feel like this, be tender and kind with him, before fucking him. Not just after.
"I just want to go to sleep, Dad," he told me with heavy eyes and a sated smile. I plucked a few tissues out of the box on the nightstand and used them for a hasty cleanup, wiping his cum off our chests and stomachs. "Thanks, Dad. I love you," he said. His eyes were already closed.
"Love you, too," I whispered and settled on my side next to him. He rolled over and settled his back to my front with a contented sigh. I let one of my arms rest over him as he quickly fell asleep. I waited until he was out then left him to piss. I ended up taking a shower because my cock and balls felt nasty with cum, lube and Brian's ass slime. Back in the bedroom I watched him sleep, my son. I loved him and hated him, hated him as much as I hated myself for letting this happen. No matter how much we wanted each other I knew I wasn't good for him, probably had never been good for him even when I'd just been his father.
The sheet and blanket only covered his lower half and he'd turned onto his back. I studied his wide, rounded shoulders and how they flowed perfectly into powerful arms. Brian's hard and squared pecs with their flat little nipples moved gently with each deep breath, as did his ridged belly. I still found it hard to believe the man before me was the same boy I'd helped raise even though I'd been there through the whole change. It brought back memories of him at sixteen when I'd first become sexually aware of him as a man; always running around my apartment without a shirt and showing off his athletic young body.
I tried to tell myself that I should stop the sex but knew I wouldn't. He was like an addiction and I'd become a total junkie. I could barely keep my hands off him outside the house. Especially with him soon to graduate and leave for Colorado I was certain I'd take as much of him as I could get. I shrugged off my concerns and climbed into the bed. Brian grunted as the bed shifted then rolled over to throw one of his legs over mine, breathing against my shoulder with his hands between us. I reached over and took his hand to pull his arm over me and instinctively he settled with his head on my chest, draped over me. I reached over and turned off the light.
We had the whole weekend ahead of us. No work for either of us, no practices or games, no martial art tournaments for Brian to attend. We had plans to head over to my sister's for a cookout to celebrate them opening the pool the next day but that was it. My ex had been complaining about all the time Brian spent at my house recently, though she didn't know it was because we'd started fucking. I figured I should send him over there Sunday for some time with his mom. I fell asleep quickly after that.
The weekend passed too fast with plenty of hot sex; the memory of Brian riding my cock Saturday night ranking up there with the hottest sex I'd ever had. He surprised me by spending Sunday night at his mom's house. I used the time to do some chores and go grocery shopping. I got a text from Brian that he planned to spend Monday night there, as well. I tried not to worry and wonder about it. Luckily I had my hands full at work.
The Vice gig had turned out to be a blessing in disguise. When I'd requested the transfer, mostly to get away from Paul after the divorce, I'd been pissed about my new assignment. It turned out to be great. Getting prostitutes to solicit me for money in exchange for sex, finding and breaking up illegal gambling rings, monitoring various websites for sex workers and meeting with or making new CI's made up most of my job. There weren't any complex cases like in Homicide where it was all about evidence and procedure. Most things in Vice were straightforward and relatively simple. I loved it and excelled at it even though my personal beliefs about the so-called criminals I arrested didn't always mesh with the law. These things were just side-effects of a larger social problem but I did my part and tried to ignore the rest.
Tuesday night I pulled a late shift, working with some of the county sheriff's deputies to clean up a few well known areas of prostitution. It was a lot of driving around the worst areas of the city. Between the six of us trolling for hookers we picked up twenty-eight sex workers over four hours. The other six guys on surveillance picked up four pimps, fourteen hookers and their johns, one turned out to be a city councilman. By the time I got home it was after twelve and I was exhausted. Brian's car was in the driveway and I found him asleep in my bed.
I took a fast shower and joined him without waking him up. His hands on my body woke me up early the next morning, the sun wasn't even up yet. At first I thought the hand on my hard cock was a dream but his attention on my nipples with his mouth was a shock that brought me fully awake. I put my hands on his head and urged him down my body. He worked at getting me wet then taking me into his mouth. He did his best choking me down into his gullet with a well earned groan from me. On his next attempt he took me easier and swallowed around me. His hot mouth felt incredible but I wanted some of his ass.
