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“Yeah, that's it, dad."

Schlop, schlop, schlop

“You like that big ol' dog tongue?"

God, I did. I really did. But I still couldn't believe I was doing this. Side by side on the living room couch with my son, middle of the afternoon with my wife out for the day doing last minute shopping for her brother's 50th, being licked off by one of the family dogs while he eggs me on. Sasha, our youngest at 2 years old full bred malamute who's usually interested in either napping around or being a fluffy menace at local parks, now sat on her haunches before us and was digging her tongue underneath my fully grown, white-purple-and-veiny knot.

I could still hear kids playing outside, it was a Saturday afterall. First day off of the week where they can get out and rough house with their friends. But here mine was, much older admittedly, stroking his sheath up and down his length and spritzing himself down with jets of watery cum as us canines do. I wonder what got him off the most, was it blackmailing his dear old dad into getting down and dirty with an animal like Sasha? Was it our combined salty musk in the air? The pants and laps of our dog as she samples somewhere I never once even thought of?

Maybe it was the way I was struggling to stifle my groans at the act being performed on my shaft by a member of our family who should never have even seen it. I was a straight man, after all, in his 40s, sure. But I only ever had eyes for ladies on two legs like me, never the four legged kind.

Maybe it's those eyes that are the reason I'm in this mess right now, maybe I had eyes for the neighbor's daughter visiting home from college, and maybe I should've hid my desire better. Maybe I shouldn't have messaged her on Sheefr, only for the 'her' to turn out to be my son who'd keyed into those desires and wanted to try me out for himself anyway he could find how. Confronting me about my attempt at a hookup behind my wife's back, saying how if I wanted some pussy there was some in the house already. I was disgusted at first, thinking he'd meant his sister. Then grew even moreso when he clarified.

It wasn't Sasha's pussy we were after just yet though. No, right now I was sprinkling down her face as she lapped and lapped just as he said he's always dreamed of watching. He was more active than that unfortunately, whispers in my ear of how it's a dog getting me off, asking me how good an animal feels. Obviously, I knew people had these… Relations, with their pets. Livestock, even. Hell, I grew up rural and hearing about it all the time, my uncles even cracked a few jokes about it sometimes. I never indulged.

Until today I guess. Not that I wanted to.

Fucking animals wasn't something I ever wanted to do. Sure, maybe I'd let myself go and now have more of a belly than I wanted, but everyone says I was still a handsome man! I could reel in a catch from time to time, not that my wife has to know like my son does now. My son, middling player in his school's baseball team, keeping up a stocky, well muscled physique for his age. He may not have the six pack that everyone says you need, and neither did I at his age, instead opting for a lean and firm belly, but we're well built and broad blue heelers.

Well built enough for him to haul her ass up into my lap. “You wanna get her first, or should I?" He asks. Forcing down the disgust and just wanting to get this shit over with, I answer, “I'll go first."

“Don't want your son's spunk lubin' the way?"

Had to force down bile at the thought. “No."

“Suit yourself, have at 'er. Here, lemme getcha' all angled up." He says as he grabs my cock by the knot, a repeat of the day he brought all this up. He wanted to compare, he said. I still turned out bigger. Said that worked out for him, and wanted to fuck my sheath sometime since I'm bigger. The sheath he was spraying down with thin seed the whole way through the comparison. I'd take that any day over having to stick my dick into an animal though.

He continues manhandling my junk in a way a son never should for his dad, and lines me up with Sasha's Y-shaped cunt. My tip spurting out pre at the sheer heat back there, before pressing inwards at my son's handling. This was it. Being licked down there was one thing, hell, I'd had it happen by accident once or twice. Sometimes they just don't respect privacy. But to be sinking into an animal cunt right now was like nothing I'd ever experienced. I had to supress a whine at the feeling, at the heat opening up around my tip and first inch and a half of my length and further down. I couldn't help but thrust, my hips jumping of their own accord, my son just barely holding on.

“Oh! Heheh, dear ol' dad likin' what his dick feels?" He taunts. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. But dear ol' dad's dick really does like what it feels. It's so fucking warm. And it just keeps going. Sliding inch by inch down my cock until her lips push up against my knot, far too big at this point to put it in her. “Yeah. You're throbbing like crazy, dad. I think you do like that. Ya like that dog pussy, huh?"

I don't. I really fucking don't. God, I haven't been this hard since my teenage years though, fuck. Does this make me a zoophile? “Ohhhh, god," I vocalize, not being able to focus on keeping quiet anymore. My knot bulged, spreading my son's fingers just a touch wider, and my orgasm started in earnest. Bucking my hips up and down on a rhythm, nice and slow and steady and pressing in deep, “Yeah! Fuck that cookie, dad! Breed 'er!" My kid's banter was distant, only focusing on pumping my seed into this animal on my lap, both our scents heavy in the air. My own paws drifted down to holding her by the hips and keeping her stable while I bucked, unable to resist my instincts.

“That's it dad. Let it all out. Forget Jess, you don't need her. You just need good girl Sasha in your lap dontcha?" Said dog, was currently panting away in my ear. My arms wrapped around her, haunches pressed up against my own hips, legs resting on my thighs, front paws up on my belly. If I pulled back, I could kiss her right now. I was too far gone in the moment right now, spasming dog pussy around my dick and my son's squeezing paw around my engorged knot, veiny dog dick right where it should be buried in some feral spade.

What? Fuck no! That's not where it belonged at all! Not in a dog, and sure as hell not in my son's paw.

And yet… There it was, currently in both against my will. No, not against my will, but it might as well have been. I had the choice to throw them off but that'd be throwing everything away too.

Coming back to reality for a minute, I felt shifting in the couch, my son leaning forward to press his muzzle to my ear, I can only assume to taunt me further. “That's it. Daddy liked that didn't he?"

“N-no, fuck off."

“You sure? My paw's slick as hell now, all thanks to my pa'," said paw only squeezing harder around my knot, sounding so much slicker than before. “I think you did. I think you liked pumpin' your load into a dog. An animal, dad, really? Guess ya can't knock one of 'em up." I could only whine and shudder as my orgasm continued. “F-fffuck, fuck off, you've done it before too."

“You'd be right about that! Ever since we got her. Think I'm about to do it again though," he says as he moves away from his position beside me in my ear, taking a stance behind Sasha. He'd grown softer somewhere inbetween his stroking earlier and now I noticed, his lipstick just barely being kissed by the stuffy summer air. “And what better lube to fuck a dog with than my old man's cum, huh?"

“You can't be fucking serious!" I exclaim as he tugs her up off my lap slightly, pushing her to lean forward and present herself to him better. My cock slid back out of her, leaving a trail of watery cum running out of her slightly gaped pussy.

“No, but I'm fucking Sasha. Gonna knot her too. And you're gonna watch." More like feel. He knocks his tip against mine only to stroke us together for a moment with a disgusting sound, my jets of cum lubing him up just that much more before he shifts further, grabbing Sasha's collar with one paw still on her hips to make sure we're all lined up and hunky-dory, at least for two of us. And lined up he must have been as he sunk forward, unsheathing himself into our dog.

Unsheathing himself into our dog, ON TOP of me, leaving me to bear both their weights as he leaned forward to get a better angle. A better angle to hump our family dog of two years. Using my cum as lube and with a long drawn-out “fuuuuck…" while he drove himself into a fucking animal just as I had barely a minute before.

My whines only increased, as did his pace, as did the slick, squishy sounds of a pointed prick in a well prepared spade. God, he even got me thinking it. I'm fucking gross.

No! HE'S fucking gross! Coercing his own father into fucking the family dog just so he can have seconds! Where the fuck did I go wrong in raising him?

It felt like each of my thoughts were punctuated by a thrust, working himself ever deeper into the animal I'm laying chest to chest with at this point. Our fur slightly matted from my sweat, still just enough traction to not slide around too much while he finishes himself inside of her for probably the hundredth time if I had to guess. I didn't want to guess. I just wanted to be far away from here.

His own moans and groans didn't help either. His voice being used in a cacophony of swears and taunts, near chastizing me for letting myself get used like this. Used as a fucking bed for this dogfucker to get his rocks off. After a while, his thrusting hit his peak, before slowing down as his knot swelled up deep within her and locked the two together. I was too anxious right now to not think of the possibility of the rest of the family coming home and catching us, him tied to the dog and me underneath it all and presumably the one who caused it. No one would believe it was the one currently—

“Ah! Fuck! Fuck dad! Yeah, I'm fuckin' balls deep in your dog. Fuckin' knotted her."

...Balls deep in my dog. God. His bucks get harder and harder, Sasha panting like, well, like a dog, all the while he's rocking us three back and forth. I can almost feel it, each pulse through him jetting another lance of seed deep inside her and making him shudder or tense up slightly every time. My own length, left unattended but satisfied still pulsed in the warm air, arcing thin shots of cum lord knows where. Probably straight into his balls every time he pulls back if I'm imagining it right. Better than the carpet.

His wild thrusts and bucks slowly come to a halt over the course of the next minute, his pants growing deeper and his growls growing fainter and fainter. “Hah… Hoooly shit. Never gets old." My son breathily says, my eyes still on him. “You like seein' your son cummin' inside a dog?"

I gulp. “No."

“You don't? Ha! Your dick says otherwise, dad." He was right. It was swelling up again. But I held firm.

“No. I don't. I didn't raise a dogfucker." I say back with a snarl. Sasha barely noticed, too blissed out milking his knot for all it was worth. I hated that thought.

“Yeah, you kinda did, old man. And speak for yourself, this is YOUR cum I'm usin' as lube." He grins as he grinds himself forward, letting out a slight grunt, I guess as he starts throbbing harder.

“Is a dogfucker worse than a dogfuckee, though? You're gonna be both by the time our little deal's over, dad. Jax's knot is huge too, ask how I know."

“I… H-how do you know?"

“Uncle Mike's coached me through takin' him before. Just like he's gonna do for you. And then we're gonna use your ass, all lubed up with dog jizz." He's getting out between grunts and groans as he humps back and forth. “Gonna.. Use. Your ass. Just like. Sasha's cookie...! Ah, fuck!" Each word punctuated with a thrust and a loud groan, and if I didn't know any better I'd say he just came again.

Just like Jax is gonna do to me.

Just like him and my wife's brother are gonna do to me.

What the fuck did I get myself into?