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The next morning was simply a lazy Saturday.

The father woke up, his eyes blinking slowly open as a ray of sun-shine came into the dark room through the window, cascading over his eyes. He gazed at his beautiful, lovely, sexy son, watching him sleep. He sighed contently, then looked down at his hips, meshed against that tight, perfect young bottom. He sighed softly, bringing his paw down to caress one of those perfect, round, tight cheeks. He gave the cleft a soft squeeze, then began to slide out. He gasped softly, biting his lip to keep quiet and not wake his son, feeling every last inch of his somewhat flaccid dick pull out of his son. He shuddered when he was finally free, and his son groaned a little in his sleep, rolling over onto his belly, cum lazily drooling out of the boy's tailhole. The father chuckled and gave that rump a pat, and scooted himself downstairs, into the kitchen.

The kitchen was a typical fifties-era kitchen, with all the equipment to back that claim. The only things really modern in here were the microwave, the stove, and the refrigerator. The architecture was straight from the fifties, as was the furniture. The older rabbit, before leaving the bedroom, put on a fresh, clean pair of loose-fitting boxers. He had morning wood, so of course, his length was poking out again, hardening all the way now that he had fully woken up. He hid it when he needed to--like when he cooked eggs, or was dealing with something hot that he didn't want to touch his penis. He made his rounds, back to the fridge and to the stove, over and over again, cooking food for himself and his son.

His son caught the smell of the food that was being made, and was making his way down stairs.

The father heard his boy's footsteps and smiled warmly. He pondered to himself as to whether or not to peel his boxers off, then shook his head, dismissing the idea. He turned off the stove, turned around to get the plates, but paused, gazing at his son.

His son didn't notice the gaze, as he was still somewhat waking up.

"Morning dad," he said softly, a small grin on the side of his lips as he made his way to the table.

The elder bunny smirked as well. "Come here."

The young rabbit perked. "Wha?"

The father simply brought his fist up and curled his finger over and over in his direction, directing the young boy where to go. The young rabbit blushed, but obeyed his father. The older rabbit placed the pan of food aside on the counter for later, when they would actually eat.

Quickly, the older bunny moved behind the younger rabbit and bent him over the counter, his belly pressed against his back, pushing the boy onto his cheek on the counter.

"Boy, you know exactly what happens when you wear those panties," he said with a lust-filled growl, the father grinding his hips lewdly against his son's bottom. The young boy whined and nodded, his tear-shaped tail twitching with delight under his father's dominance. There was a whole cut for a tail, but it was a rather large hole--a rather large hole on a tight pair of silk, purple panties. The whole was there to expose the boy's entrance if he were to lift his tail. And he was indeed lifting his tail.

The young rabbit moaned out as he suddenly felt his father's thick fingers against his tailhole, which was still slick from their intimacy from last night. The elder rabbit spent no time in waiting, and immediately shoved two fingers into the tight confines of his son. The boy moaned out, arching his back in pleasure, shuddering with delight, pushing back against his father's hand, who chuckled darkly.

"Mmmm, daddy's little girl is such a slut," he growled, shoving his fingers to the hilt of his knuckles, already beginning a hard, pistoning motion. The boy howled in pleasure at the feeling of those soft, furred fingers plunging away at his bottom. He moaned and nodded, wiggling his hips, pressing against his father and the counter as those fingers drove away at his bottom.

With each twist and turn, the fingers dug deeper, curling upward, downward, teasing more and more at the boy's inner-walls, pressing against his prostate, spreading all that used semen around. Eventually, a third finger was added, and the thrusting became a tad harder, but was equally fast. The young one moaned and whimpered with delight, his tight panties getting tighter as he quickly became erect from this whole ordeal. The older rabbit foresaw this, and within a moment's notice, was jerking his son off from outside his panties. The boy was in pure bliss.

"You like that, don't you, dear?" he whispered deeply, fingering his son's body. The boy nodded, moaning out happily, pushing back against his father with well-timed thrusts. The pace was slowed, the fingers dropped one by one. The young one whimpered softly as it was all stopped, but then gasped, stopping his sounds of pouting as he felt his father's cock against his tailhole.

"Little slut," he again said, though playful, of course, and swiftly shoved all ten inches of that thick cock into his little girl. The boy whined out loudly with pleasure, arching his back against his father's body. "Daddy!" he cried out as the bunny hilted inside of his tight, young rump. The boy whimpered happily in pleasure, shuddering the same, his anus already working the thick length under his tail. He moaned out again when his young cock was squeezed from outside his silken panties.

"My beautiful son," said the father in a deep whisper, slowly moving his hips away until the tip of his thick, curved length was at the end of the line, and then shoved back in, causing them both once more to moan in unison, just as they had the previous night. The tight, perfect little rump of his son squeezed and worked his length as he started this pattern a bit faster than the other night. Since the boy still had his father's wonderful seed inside of him, he was nice and lubed, nice and slick, and already somewhat stretched from having that girth inside of him all night.

The father began to massage his son's shoulder as he pinned him to the countertop, slowly moving his hips back and fourth, going from tip to base each time, moaning and groaning with each pass, rubbing teasingly at his son's dick. He throbbed and drooled with thick pre each time that anal ring squeezed around his member. He sighed contently, hilting himself once more and pausing, testicles slapping against those silk panties, pausing for a moment. The son's ears perked as he felt his father stop, lifting his head curiously.

"Mmmm... just want to bask in the moment, love," he said soothingly, kissing his son's cheek, grinding his hips against that perfect bottom. The boy groaned softly, nodding slowly, and rested his head on the cool tile, churring deeply with delight, working his rump around his father's length, causing the elder bunny to moan a bit more.

He started his movements again, and a bit faster, too. Each time he slid himself in, a soft, somewhat of a slurping sound filled the kitchen. Other than the two rutting bunnies, and the slowly dying sizzling of the eggs in the pan, there was complete and total silence. The father slid himself back and fourth within the tight confines of his son, moaning out happily each time he hilted himself, filling his hefty, re-filled balls slap against those silk panties, the wonderfully slutty and modified undergarments.

As he moved his hips gradually faster, he began to masturbate his son in tune to his thrusts, causing the boy to moan out loudly and push against both his father's hips and hand. "Daddy," he whined softly, lifting his head, giving his father's cheek a kiss. The older bunny growled playfully and grinned, and took his child into a deep kiss, squeezing his length, his shoulder, and now moving much faster into him. Alongside the sound of the thick cock moving back and fourth within the hot, wet confines of a tight and lubed tailhole, there was now a soft sound of flesh slapping against each other as the rabbit moved faster than before, shoving himself deep into his son, prodding his prostate in just the right spot each time.

The older bunny pushed his tongue deep into his son's mouth, causing the boy to moan, and reflexively suckle on that long, pink muscle, taking it as far as he could into his maw. They were both growing more and more to the edge, growing more with need. The father slammed and pistoned his hips hard and fast into his son, his length throbbing and drooling a stream of pre and lubing that well-trained passage more and more. His son was working his anus as much as he could, squeezing and milking and stroking that length as it pushed in and out of his tight hole, in and out, waiting to be filled once more with the thick seed of his father.

The son broke the kiss.

"Daddy... I'm--I'm not going to last!" he cried out, thrusting his hips against the paw that was masturbating him, and the hips that were slamming into him, crying out and arching his back. The father chuckled, then threw his head back, opened his jaws, and bit down on the back of the boy's neck. The son gasped and cried out. His sensitive spot.

The rabbit boy quickly orgasmed as his neck-scruff was taken into his father's mouth. His anus began fluctuating around his father's length, his length throbbing and staining the dark panties that he had worn this morning to seduce his father into doing this. He melted into a pool of lust-induced bliss, his body twitching, wracked from the orgasm. His father was still pounding away at him, but didn't last too long.

The father roared out in pleasure as the boy's butt began working around his member like wild. "Oh god yes, work it boy!" he cried out, and with one last, heavy, loud thrust, filled his son with his seed, moaning out loudly, emptying every last remaining drop of semen in his testicles within his child's tight confines. He sighs happily, shuddering in the same manner his son did, then collapsed atop the boy. The son squeaked softly from feeling his father's weight against him, but enjoyed it all the same.

"Th--thank you daddy," he said softly, giving his father a kiss. His father chuckled and nodded, nosing his son's ears. "Breakfast is getting cold, though." He tilted his head to the eggs. The boy nodded softly and smiled a little, wiggling his bottom.

"I don't wanna move just yet, though, dad," he said softly, "it feels too good."

The father chuckled, kissing his son's ears. "We'll wait, then. I might wind up rutting you again, though, if we wait too long." The boy giggled and grinned, wiggling his bottom.

"I hope that happens," he said softly, kissing his father. They both giggled a little.

The father sighed and slowly wrapped his arms around his son's waist, kissing the back of his head.

"I love you," he said warmly.

"I love you too, daddy."