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"Home, sweet home" might have been the old saying, but that didn't mean that everyone enjoyed coming back to their hometown, anymore.

Further still, so many people had an estranged relationship with their parents that they no longer saw each other or even spoke on loose terms, whether it was because of an abusive history, a moral disagreement, or a painful memory that neither side could reconcile.

Dustin was lucky enough to be on the other side of the spectrum, having grown up in a loving home that had its fair share of scars, bruises and issues, but created a good, young man of him all the same. He tried to make a point of going back to his parent's house at least once every few months despite living several states away, and just getting in the car and firing up the engine to make the trip was enough to brighten his spirits when times were tough.

Though he'd pulled a car up to the garage more times than he could remember in his life, there was always a comfort in the familiarity of parking his vehicle right by the open garage doors and seeing his mother head off to the store, or seeing his father in the vehicle bay, working on an engine or tinkering around with some project. In a way, it sometimes felt like Dustin never left, and though he'd gone out to make a home of his own, he couldn't begin to describe how grateful he was to be able to come back to the home that raised him.

This time, as his car came to a stop and the engine cooled, his mother's car was already out of the driveway, but his father was still there, standing at his workbench and sipping a beer as he thumbed through the pages of a technical manual.

"You know they have this great, new thing called the internet, right?" Dustin asked, stepping out of his car and walking into the garage with such a casual gait that you'd think he stilled lived there. "You can probably start recycling all those old books..."

"And if the internet ever goes down?"

Dustin didn't have a quick, snarky reply for that.

"There's wisdom in these pages that you don't get from a DIY video on the internet, son. I don't care how much they improve technology; I'll still prefer doing it the old-fashioned way."

"You always did, Dad," Dustin greeted his father properly as his old man set the beer down, and the pair embraced as if they hadn't seen in each other in years, rather than months. "Glad to see that you're still doing well. No new surgeries to report?"

Scott Wilkins gave his son the kind of hug that was their namesake, as the pair of ursines embraced in the garage and shared a chuckle. "Nothing new this time! I'm not quite the bionic bear just yet, but I'm making a good case for it."

"Too many years in the warehouse will do that to you, y'know."

"Did what I had to do to make sure that you and your sister would have a nice life, kiddo. My house is all paid off, you two are all grown up, and the misses and I have plenty of time to sit back and relax, now. I'd say it was all worth it in the end."

"And thank you for it," Dustin replied, always mindful to be appreciative of the bodily sacrifice his father made. "Speaking of Mom, where's she gotten to?"

"She's off on one of those fancy wine trips that she takes with her friends every now and then. I told her you'd be coming by for the weekend, but they'd already made plans...guess they couldn't cancel without losing their deposit."

Where most would have expected Dustin to frown, the younger bear curled his short, stout muzzle into a curious grin. "Just like you hoped she would?"

"Just like I hoped she would, kiddo. You're finally catching on."

**

There was no such thing as a perfect home, in the most literal sense. Figuratively, plenty of people would suggest that they grew up in perfect homes, but Dustin wasn't that arrogant, and he had his old man to thank for it.

He was also raised not to speak with his mouth full, which was exactly why he wasn't thanking Scott for the thick, plentiful cock that was being pumped over his tongue and down his throat.

"I think she always suspected something," Scott murmured, looking down at his son with a warm and kindly grin. "But if I'm being honest...I don't think she'd care, even if she did know. Your mother just wants both of us to be happy...and you're making me v-very happy, Dustin."

It was the kind of bond that so many family members shared, but so few of them ever confessed to; an incestuous affair that began just after Dustin finished high school, and one that had carried on into the late years of his 20's, as his father continued calling him up more and more. It turned out that retirement was a waste of time for him, as it was for many others who reached the promised land too soon...but most of those people didn't have a skillful offspring to come by and visit for a blowjob every time their wife was out of town for the weekend.

"I kinda wonder if she'd w-want to join us," Scott mused, his eyes rolling back as his gaze carried up to the ceiling of the organized garage. While neatly stored ladders and mountain bikes hung overhead, his son worked below, his knees resting on the same ergonomic pad that usually rested in front of the work bench. "But...I'm not sure if that's your favorite idea."

There was never a reason for Scott to ask what his son's true preference was; he was bisexual, himself, and still loved his wife dearly, but the first time they'd been left alone for the weekend as adults, there was nothing stopping them from clicking in a way that simply felt right, and it only took a few beers for the both of them to realize that this was the kind of secret that they could easily keep.

They didn't have to explain themselves to anyone, no matter how forbidden the act might be.

"If it would make the two of you happy," Dustin finally took a moment to breathe as his digits clenched around the shaft of his father's cock, stroking eagerly from the base, "I'd be willing to give it a try...but that's my mom , you know."

As precum spat at the side of his cheek, Dustin grinned up at his father, who did his best to pretend to be mortified by the idea. "Oh, I know. How could I offer to do something so horrid, and with my own son, no less?"

"Because you're exactly the dirty old man that I thought you would be, pops."

"Damn right I am."

Gripping the small, round fluff of his son's right ear, Scott tugged his face forth once more and forced the younger ursine right back to work, lubricating the tip of his manhood anew with a fresh, swirling coat of saliva. He easily could have forced Dustin to go a little deeper, and his son was plenty capable of taking every inch that Scott could offer, but the boy was so skilled with his tongue that there was no point in rushing things to that moment.

It was better, in Scott's opinion, to let Dustin stay in place and slurp his tongue back and forth, treating the tip of his father's length like an ice cream cone, as if he could melt it down to the core and get the sweet treat that was hidden in the center. "The kinda boy that would go down on his old man probably has quite a checkered past, doesn't he?"

Dustin didn't reply, but he paused for a moment as he began to flatten his tongue against the underside of a throbbing ,tender shaft. "I'm sure you've been with all manner of other creatures over the last few years, boy...but you've never once let your dear old dad take you back there. I wonder why that is?"

Though he knew his father was just teasing him, Dustin had wondered the same in his own time. Mostly, they'd been an oral pair, with Scott leading the way as the man of the house, and keeping that role even when his son came over as a friendly visitor. He'd considered letting Dustin take him from behind once or twice, but the younger bear never seemed all that interested in trying for it, and given their limited privacy in the past, Scott never bothered trying to take Dustin that way.

He couldn't imagine that his promiscuous offspring was still a virgin, in that regard, but he was curious to find out with a very hands-on method.

"Your mother really will be gone all weekend, this time. She's halfway across the state, down in wine country," Scott explained, trying his best not to whimper _too_pathetically as his son pushed past the halfway point of his treat. "If you were ever curious...there's n-never been a better time to try it, Dustin."

Chances like the one that they had for those three days didn't come around very often, when your son was living a few states over and your wife was something of a homebody. There was nothing to say that they couldn't just spend the weekend sucking each other off in the garage and sweeping up the messes when all was said and done, but Scott wanted to reach for something more, and if his son was willing, he wouldn't hesitate any longer.

Dustin could tell that his father was antsy; the older bear wore his emotions on his face just as much as his sleeve, but taking the role of a tease, he simply worked his way down to the base of Scott's member with a series of slow, smooth bobs, until his nose was pressed right to the soft, graying fur upon his father's crotch. A tongue that could bring any man to their knees slipped over his lower lip and teased from side to side, slicking the taut, warm flesh of the sack it felt.

As tiny strands of glistening spit dangled to the floor, messing up the perfectly even concrete and giving Scott another project to look forward to, Dustin pulled back, some other errant strands of mingled juices sticking to his lips before he licked them away. "I think I've just about mastered this part of the act," he claimed, admiring his own handiwork as his father's shaft twitched in the air before him, "But I could always use a lesson on the more advanced techniques. I'm sure you've got a book for that lying around somewhere..."

Rolling his eyes at his son's joke, Scott offered him a paw to help him upright. "There's no book for learning how to do that," he replied. "At least, not one that can compare to _my_knowledge. You'll be a pro in no time, my little cub."

**

The memory of his wife sprawled out over the bed, her hair tussled in a mess and her chest heaving as she panted with the efforts of their lovemaking was still so fresh on Scott's mind that it really did feel like it was only yesterday that a single, passionate afternoon conceived the very same young man that was leaned over before him.

Using the side of the mattress to line himself up at just the right height, Dustin was a little bit nervous to be taking someone as plentiful as his father, but he'd already been reassured that they would start slow.

A single digit was finally about to be joined by a second as Dustin took his time with his son, warming up the nervous pucker with a delicate and rhythmic touch.

"You're tensing up so much that I'm starting to wonder if you've ever done this before," Dustin teased, as his second, lubricated pawtip wiggled inside to join the first, using an explorative touch to find just the right angle to move forward. "Don't tell me that you're really that nervous..."

Dustin shook his head, though it was more of an excuse to brush his cheek against the covers and bask in the memory of sleeping in that bed many times before as a child, snuggled up between his loving parents. They'd always been there to guide him through his greatest challenges in life, but this experience was something he knew he should have been sharing with someone else.

Somehow, that only _heightened_his pleasure as Scott buried both of his thick, powerful digits up to the second knuckle and began spreading them apart slightly, opening his son up inside with the most delicate warmup he'd ever given a lover.

"It's just still hard to believe, s-sometimes," Dustin trembled as his father picked up the pace, pumping at the wrist and probing a little deeper with each consecutive pass. "That we do this...that we're d-doing this here of all places..."

It was heartwarming for Scott to know that his son had such a depth of character, recognizing the societal norms that they were breaking, while still being all too glad to break them for the sake of mutual happiness. "It was the perfect height, son. I knew it would be from the beginning."

"So what you're saying is y...you've put some thought into this?"

Able to reach all the way down to the gaps in his fingers, Scott finally pulled his slick, dripping pawtips free and wiped them with a towel that he'd brought along. "More than I'd care to admit," he confessed all the same, as a fresh pulse ran through his member at the idea of finally discovering what his son had been keeping from him all those years. "Better to be prepared for this kind of thing, you know."

Dustin smiled inwardly as he nuzzled into the plush, soft comforter. "It is," he agreed, not wanting to look back just yet; he wanted that first, true penetration to be a surprise. "And it's nice to know that you don't take what we have for granted, Dad."

"How could I?" Scott asked. Keeping his clean paw on his son's backside, he stood at just the right position, the larger, older grizzly lining up the proverbial shot before the tip of his stiffened member kissed against a wet, gaping asshole. "It wouldn't matter if we did this or not; I've only got one son, and you'll never be just another lay to me, kiddo..."

Trying not to tense up when he felt that brief, gentle pressure, Dustin winced, but his smile grew wider as his claws dug at the comforter. "And you'll always be the b-best I've ever had," he was more than happy to sweeten the deal for his old man as he felt the smooth, rounded tip of the ursine length sneaking past the faint resistance of his stretched, prepared tailhole. "Even if you stopped now, it..._ooofuck..._it would s-still be the best!"

Mostly playing with his rear entrance on his own time, Dustin still wasn't used to the irreplaceable warmth and natural texture of a real cock, much less the one attached to his own father. "Like hell I'm stopping now...silly cub..." Scott growled lowly as he began leaning his weight over Dustin's back, using that to ease the long, thick inches of his flesh forward at a pace that was slow and respectful, but domineering all the same.

There was just enough time to adjust to how full he'd become for Dustin to relax, only for another inch of Scott's member to begin easing inside, starting the process all over again. "You'd damn well b-better not!" Dustin was trying to hold his own, but there was no denying that his father was still the man of the house...and just being called a cub again, after so many years as a grown man, forced a gush of his precum into the covers as he leaned further over on his own pulsing length.

He was worried about how his father might react when he ended up staining the blankets with his cum once again, but this time, it would be daddy's fault, rather than his own.

"You're very lucky that we've got the same goals, kiddo," Scott cautioned him, as he finally reached the very end of his shaft, his hips resting against the full backside of his son as the whole of his length throbbed within the gripping, eager confines of a tight passage. "Like I'd let you t-tell me what to do...in my own fucking house..."

There was an authority to Scott's voice that Dustin once hated, but in the heat of the moment, he found himself loving it as long, drooling strands of precum soaked his stomach and began staining the bed. "I'd never go a-against your wishes, Daddy," he tried to play along, even when he knew there was no need to force it; theirs had always been a genuine passion, one that they shared effortlessly. "You're the boss...you're the f-fucking man of the house, so you'd better act like it!"

Dustin was pushing his buttons all over again, and though the younger ursine knew he'd pay for it, he was more than happy to pay up when his punishment was just a harder thrust, as his father reeled his hips back. Tapping in to what some referred to as 'old man strength,' Scott was more than happy to prove to his son that he still had what it took to get the job done, after breaking him in with a painfully slow warm up.

"Sounds to me like you're ready to take it like a man," he offered a grunt as both paws gripped Dustin's wide, powerful hips and held them still. With footpaws planted and the perfect angle achieved, Scott pumped forward again, but this time, he didn't wait for Dustin to be ready.

He just treated the extra resistance that he felt as another one of his retirement benefits.

"Helps to h-have a man to give it to me," Dustin gritted his teeth and did all that he could to stay calm, but between arousal and internal pressure, it was tough not to squeeze back at his father's length, his inner muscles stretching and spreading around the well-lubricated member with basic skill, but each time his father gave a thrust, he continued to grow...evolving as the passionate, incestuous affair did the same.

Knowing that a simple blowjob would never suffice between the two of them after finding the sexual promised land, Scott was already thinking of the next time his wife was supposed to be out of town. They wouldn't always have this kind of time and privacy, but there were still three wide open days ahead of them, and Scott hoped the view would never change.

Looking down over the scruff back of a younger grizzly, who finally looked back up at him with desperate lust in his eyes, Scott gazed upon the kind of muscular, powerful man that he always knew his son would grow up to be, and yet, he was still the one in command, leading the way and pumping from the hip as they drew closer to a mutual orgasm, their bodies trembling with the weight of a pleasure that neither one was prepared for.

It didn't help Dustin's case to last when he felt Scott's tip brushing against the edge of his prostate, the sensitive gland doing exactly what it was meant to and sending the younger male into a violent orgasm, to the point that his claws tore right through the once spotless comforter.

"I'm gonna make you explain t-that to your mother," Scott teased, keeping up his own pace until he could feel the familiar, lightheaded bliss of his own climax. He tried to slow his pace as it hit him, but knowing that it was too late, he redoubled his efforts and leaned over his son with a rapid burst of short, pleasurable humps, wanting to keep the whole of his mess inside Dustin's asshole. "Maybe while she watches us f-fuck each other silly..."

"You wouldn't!" Dustin foolishly argued as he felt his father's paw drape down over his own, their twitching limbs pulling a greater tear in the covers as the younger ursine was coated with seed, spraying his own over the expanse of his torso and taking his father's load expertly, until his inner muscles simply couldn't hold it all. Cum spilled back down over Scott's length and dripped to the floor as he slowed down, finding that his son was more than capable of keeping up with him, even with the gap in their experience. "F-fuck, Dad...how long has it been s-since you came?!"

"I'd been saving up for this one all week...she had n-no idea," Scott groaned, barely able to force the words out as his whole body quivered with delight. The heat of his own yield rushing back over his cock bought him a few extra seconds of orgasmic delight, and at the very end of it, his length finally broke free, casting a wealth of excess juices to the floor. It was a mess that they'd have to clean before an unsuspecting wife and mother returned home, but it would hardly be the last one they had to clean up.

If those messes were the cost of making new memories in an old bed, however, Scott was more than happy to pay up, and Dustin was ready for his half of the bill.