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"Hey, Toby, how about a beejay for your old man?" the elder wolf insisted as much as asked while he reached into his boxers to extract the fat tool needing the attention.

His son shrugged agreeably before sliding out of the seat next to him on the couch. Scooting on his knees, the young wolf wagged his tail and rearranged his father's legs so he could latch onto the hooded bellend. His tongue was nimble and lively, lashing at the slit as he worked his hand up and down the shaft to coax the warm flesh hard. Soft slurps drowned out by the television drifted out of him as the tip swelled to dominate his mouth, pouring out slick, gooey precum to mix with cool saliva.

Barry sighed contentedly and stroked his son's head, shifting his legs to trap him in a lascivious hug. The young wolf stroked the pressing thighs back affectionately, gulping down heady mouthfuls of pre as he bobbed up and down the length of it, washing the whole thing in a glistening cocktail of their juices. The pair doted on each other quietly while they watched -- or in Toby's case -- listened to the classic gangster flick plodding away on the screen; the son's muzzle buried under the soft roll of his father's belly, the elder cooing appreciative nothings to the younger.

Barry didn't need much though, and his son was an expert at head. The whirling tongue took the wolf almost immediately to the edge so he splayed his legs and pushed his son back at the shoulders. "Sit back. Your mother will get all mean-face if I ruin your dinner," he whined as he grasped his pud and pounded furiously, stroking the boy's ear.

Toby snickered his agreement and opened his mouth wide to catch his father's load which exploded at him in short order. Heavy, sloppy ropes of pearlescent jizz curled through the air and splattered on his fur, the first glancing off his cheek and soaking into the carpet behind him, the next making a direct hit on his tongue. The rich taste glowed in his mouth as more streams of hot cream fired at him. Barry coated one eye, then soaked the bridge of his muzzle. The viscous soup of DNA rolled down his face in fat rivulets wile more rained down on him.

The elder wolf, groaned deeply as he painted his son. It pooled in his ear opposite the coated eye, ran down his shirt, dripped of his chin. The sloppy facial continued unabated, coiling bolts of cum falling like rain until his chocolatey boy was abstract painted of white and brown. Then he guided him back in to finish in his mouth, the last few shots filling it to the brim.

Toby smiled around bulging cheeks fulll of the seed that made him and leaned up before his father even spoke. "C'mere and give your dad a kiss," he instructed, hugging the young canine in his arms and breaking the seal on the stored spunk. Their tongues lashed playfully while they swapped Barry's spooge back and forth. Hands rubbing each other's bodies, held on tight even once Margaret stepped in, wiping flour off on her apron.

"I thought I told you not to spoil his dinner, Barry," she started immediately, throwing her fists on her beauitfully flared hips.

Their kiss broke with a cascade of frothed sperm and Toby whined. "Moooom, I'm not 6. I can handle a little cum. Dad swallowed most of it anyway."

"Well, go get washed up," she retorted, perturbed to be proven wrong and arousingly pouty as her face turned down to show it. "Dinner's in 20 minutes. It's not polite to drip semen on the table."

The males agreed in tandem before getting up to shower. Barry following his son back to the bathroom and stripping out of his underwear before getting down the hall. Toby stopped by his own room to pick a change of clothes while the older wolf climbed into the shower.

The hot water sprayed readily despite Margaret's cooking and Barry grasped the soap to coax the batter out of his fur. Toby snuck in behind him, using a coat of dickcream as lube and moving as stealthily as he could, then shoved his own meat deep into his father's plush ass. The warm, loose hole parted easily around the younger wolf's tool but that was the way he liked it. Thick cum making it even easier to plow him fast and hard.

His hips pistoned like a machine, swinging his balls to spank his old man while he made his ass jiggle with the force of his fucking. Barry groaned loud as he braced himself under the showerhead, his submissive streak showing as his son breed him deep and hard. But Toby was quick like his father, only getting a few dozen thrusts before groaning himself and pumping his own sticky load deep in him, digging himself a little deeper with each blast to make sure the seeding took.

Long potent blasts pooled in Barry's gut. Gush after gush of it. He could feel his channel bloating a little to handle the boy's load but it wasn't quite where it need to be to show up his old man, finishing with a quick taper then dripping down his backside and over his balls to splatter on the floor of the tub. Toby snickered mischeveously as he hugged his father around the waist, keeping his cock buried to the hilt as he cuddled close.

"Love ya, dad," he declared simply while water washed over them, carrying their sex down the drain.

"I love you too, son," Barry replied, rubbing the young wolf's arm in a soft familial way as he stood back up. "But you do that again and I'll have to show you who's in charge around here, got it?"

They shared a laugh and lathered each other up, making as quick work of it as they could. Then, fresh and clean, the pair made their way to the dining room, Toby dressed hastily and Barry not at all. The elder wolf smiled as he breathed in his wife's cooking and wagged his tail.

"Y'know," he began as he wrapped his arms around his beloved Margret. "I don't say this enough. I've gotta son who makes me proud and fucks like a pro and a wife who loves me dearly and cooks like a dream. I am a lucky, lucky wolf."

The lovely female huffed histrionically, the tension of her body trapping her husband's returning arousal between her legs. "So sex with me doesn't compare to Toby? You can be so insensitive sometimes. I swear you say those sort of things to provoke me."

Barry just smiled and ran a finger along her spine to give her a lurid shiver. "Is it working?" he teased feeling her moisture drip over his length.

"Mom, Dad? Can we do dinner before you do each other?"

"No," the declared in unison.