Dad's meal
Imported from SF2 with no description.
“Oh hey dad.” The lion said to his father, who wrapped his burly arms around him in a tight snuggle, nuzzling his muzzle into his son lovingly. Said son was just doing some homework on the dinner table. He and his dad had lived alone for a while now and he was rarely ever this… Sudden?
“What? An old man can’t coddle his cub like he used to? Put down the schoolwork, I wanna have a certain… talk with you…” The bigger lion said, letting go of his son and walking to the couch behind him. The son turned curiously, instantly thinking of everything that he hid in his room. The older lion didn’t seem upset though… With some hesitance, the lion stood and sat next to his father, who even now towered over him. He was in his early 20s and couldn’t hold a candle to his father in size. Not in height, in mane, or even between his legs. He would every now and then sneak a glance at his fathers junk when it was exposed, and his first thought was feeling it down his throat or throbbing through his ass. But he’d best not mention it now.
“Well you’re almost out the house and I feel like we haven’t been as close as I’d like us to be.” The large lion spoke, his words came slowly, but he hadn’t stopped looking at his son. Flustered, the son could only nod along.
“Y-yeah sure! What’d you have in mind, daddy- I mean, dad!” The lion stuttered, using all his lion strength to resist face palming. The father barely seemed to care about it and instead just tucked his arms beneath his beloved cub and lifted him off the couch, holding him against the bushy mane that rolled down his pecs and then to his slightly pudgy gut. Just as the smaller lion was going to plead to walk on his own, he decided against it, enjoying the feeling. The large lion carried his son to his bedroom.
“We really don’t do this often huh?.” The old lion said smugly, dropping his son on his bed. The son looked around confused on why he was just dropped on his dad’s bed. Just as he was about to question his dad's motivations, it all became clear as his father started stripping, tossing his shirt aside as he dove on the bed, forcing his heavy muscles onto his son as he held his head in place for the best kiss in his son’s life. It started as the father trying to push his lips past his son’s, but the son quickly accommodated, allowing his fathers tongue to travel deep into his muzzle, reclaiming all that used to be his when his son was just a cub. As the father made sure his son’s maw was properly primed, he used his paws to undo his own pants in order to pull his massive cock from his thong, kicking it off as they broke apart for air. The son was aghast, looking at the dad ahead of him in ashamed arousal before his dad rested a paw on his son’s face and licked his lips from the combined saliva.
“I wanted to do that for a while now… You don’t even know how proud your father is of this body of yours… You grew up to be just as hot as I’d hoped, if not better… I can’t wait to get you in me…” The father said, quickly leaping in for another deep kiss, this time reaching for his son’s pants, surprised by the stiffened penis that seemed to tremble under his heavy paws, carefully undoing the clothes. The son was still in shock, wanting to push his own father away but his urge to continue the kiss stopped him. He instead licked his fathers rough tongue in accommodation, not wanting this moment of perfect bliss to end… Oh right, oxygen.
With a gasp, the son fell with his back against the mattress, his father quickly picking up on the low energy and leaning over, licking his chest and neck, not allowing a speck of untouched fur on this son of his. The son put his paws on his father’s mane, each finger disappearing under the massive layers of fur that dressed him. Between moans, he managed to squeeze out some words.
“Dad… What’s… What’s gotten into… Into you?” The young lion asked. The father hardly wasted a second before prying his feline tongue from his son to dignify the answer.
“I’m show you just how much Daddy loves you.~”
Without another word, He lifts his son’s legs, lodging his massive head between them as his girth tongue parted the smaller lion's ass cheeks. The son wanted to object, but his mind was flooded with a deep euphoria as his father slipped his rough tongue into his anus. The son arched his back as his father urged further in, his maw opening to allow more of his tongue to rush through, which was definitely necessary if he wanted to properly soften the entry of his cock. The son could hardly contain his excitement, already knowing how attractive his dad is and feeling him in action was surreal. His cock quickly got hard and the son awkwardly arranged it while being careful not to cum already, though it was hard to resist the urge not to masturbate to his life-long wet dream. Once his father flicked the flail tongue from the son’s anus, the father mounted his son, a paw preparing his cock for entry while the other caressed his son’s head, playing with the low mane slightly as the tip entered slowly, much too thick for the tongue to prepare the son for.
“Ahh… D-dad… ahh it’s so big…!” The son squealed, his paws instinctively finding their way around the bulky lion, gripping the fine muscles above him as the lion dad pushed further, disregarding the worries of his son. As the father pushed deeper and deeper, the son could feel every pulse, vein, and throb from inside of him, the pain quickly subsiding through a more recognizable and savory pleasure that overtook his worries. Once the father had his balls pressed against his son’s ass, he wasted no time in pulling out to thrust back in, the elder lion growling in satisfaction, feeling his son around his cock.
“Yeah… Just like I wanted from my son…”. The father says, somehow finding a deeper motivation and thrusting at a more aggressive and possessive energy, the paw that used to be placed on his son’s cheek shifted to his waist to add more ass fat to his pounding. The son found no problem with this, too distracted by the movement of his father and the look of domination and claiming in his eyes, the glint of white on his fangs as he growled with eagerness to fuck his son’s brains out. The son grabbed hold of his father’s pectoral, squeezing the flexed muscle as his paw reached down to feel the drilling bulge from his abdomen, quickly shifting to rubbing himself off. As the father watched his son stroke his cock against his filled abdomen, he pushed even harder, nearing his climax as he forced his son into the bedframe and slammed him into the mattress. With a roar fitting of the old lion, his balls smacked deeply into his son’s ass, gushing out his warm seed, even flowing so potently, that it streamed back down, causing a rush of jizz to cover their lower waists together. The son finished soon behind, fueled by his father’s ejaculation and sending him over the edge, his own cum in much smaller quantity and sending most of it to his father’s chest. The son moaned loudly, his breath escaping as his father allowed his frame to overtake him on top of the bed, laying down his weight over the poor smaller lion. The son could only laugh, reaching up to pet his father slowly.
“Thanks dad. I needed that.” The son laughed, only getting the slow breath of his father from above.
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As they laid there for a while, the father eventually began to move again. His arms wrapping around his son’s chest while his son was still in the afterglow of events transpiring. The father seemed to claim his young as his waist moved about. The son deliriously laughed at the gesture.
“You’ve been such a good boy… You’ve made your daddy really happy…” The father sighed through strained breath, sounding as if he’s already bracing for a round 2. The son was caught off guard by the sudden wetness surrounding his feet. He looked down and saw that his dad’s head was still braced above his chest, what touched his feet must’ve been a lot lower down. As the son caught wind of where his feet were going, his calves were taken into his dad’s cock even quicker. He was initially surprised, not expecting his dad to still be capable of this at his age. He’d been in his gut before but that was years ago. He never even thought of going down his cock until now. His paws erratically reached for his father’s chest, clinging to the mighty mane along his chest as the cock powerfully tugged at his knees and pulled him deeper into him, already feeling the pools of cum on his toes, not wanting the rest of his body to follow behind.
“D-dad! I-I don’t think I can survive going in there! Dad, wait, you can’t let me out once I’m inside! I’ll churn!” The young adult tried to plead, only met with an assertive paw from his old man that pressed into his head and shoved him off his chest, continuing the forceful plunge until the son had met face to face with his dad’s other head, which had forcefully gone and slurped up the rest of his body beneath his armpits. Why was he doing this? He was already in his early 20s, he was hardly the ideal prey size, and he was his own son! Admittedly many father’s don’t bother fucking their own sons out of the blue, but that was still more normal than this! Why was this happening? Before he could bother asking, the massive lion above him began bucking his hips as his paw still held his son’s head in place. This resulted in a much slower, though intimate exchange between the two. The old lion moaned, almost feeling as young as his son again, though he knew that was just the ecstasy of it all.
“You’re gonna be such a fat load when I’m done with you. I think I’ll put you back to bed when this is done with. Splatter you over your blankets and let you stain the place. Or would you rather sit in there for the next few weeks until I find a good and proper slut to stuff you into?” The lion dad growled, the bucking forced his arms to stretch upwards as his neck slowly funneled into the cock head, his arms reaching up to feel the hot fluff on his dad’s chest, tempted to grab again and try to pull himself out but it just felt hopeless.
“D-dad! Why! I-I can be a good kid! I promise!” He tried to plead, thinking maybe it was because he was still living with his dad that this came to be. He could hardly hear a chuckle from the old man as his cheeks matted in gushing sperm.
“Not anymore. I’ve had you about 13 times now… I think this’ll be the last time I put you back here. But man, I waited too long for this! I can’t believe you actually got to college. I’m usually so much faster at putting my cubs where they belong!” He exclaimed, feeling almost guilty about how long he had let his last son walk around. He reminisced about the previous times he had the same son, usually only waiting for them to graduate or on their birthday, disguising it as a gift of some kind. He even had twins at some point, which were both fun while they were there. He almost felt bad though, seeing all these children come and go just for his own sexual pleasure. The keyword was almost. He still got such a thrill of edging himself with his son's stewing before splattering them back into the world. Though now he wasn’;t even going to try, insead wanting to feel the sweet release that he had denied himself for so long. Just as his son wanted to call out something to his dad, his words fell short, instead being plunged inside and well past his head. His arms filed in slowly after him, sliding down the massive length that was inside him only moments ago. Once his body was completely inside the massive testacles, his father wasted no time, marching over out of his room and into his own bedroom. In the back of his mind, he thought about how he hadn’t cleaned it yet but that was most certainly the least of his concerns as of now. The father on the other had the brightest smile on his face, stroking over his balls with his paws, familiar with the feeling of a weakening prey struggling in his sac. It felt weird to admit that many of his sons had similar reactions to such a thing, always pressing into the same places at the same times. These became a sort of sweet spot for the old man, only churning his son faster as he stroked the fat nuts below him, standing now at the foot of his son’s old bed, not that he’d need it anymore. He used one paw to grip the wooden bedframe as his other paw readied his balls to churn over his son, feeling the physical presence slowly break apart. He could feel his balls expanding and loosening with the massive influx. Never before had his son grown so old, he felt like this was more cum than he could even handle. Maybe he could try again but maybe older? no it would take too long to find someone with these sized balls. Plus he had waited so long to enjoy his son like this, he may as well make the most of it. He could feel his claws dig into the wood, his balls dealing with the remains of his son as they nearly doubled in size, already being an obnoxious proportion to the rest of his body. With the lion hunched over his late son’s bed, he arched his back, a powerful roar tearing through the room as he climaxed.
A fittingly powerful blast of cum followed soon after, shooting from the massive cock and splashing against the roof and walls in sploogey white lion goodness. The orgasm lasted longer than the son did, soon sputtering out into a few squirts more comparable to what normal lion’s ejaculate, though it followed only a flood of cum which drenched the entire bed and soaked the walls and roof surrounding it. Feeling utterly drained, the lion dad flopped onto the cum soaked bed, instantly feeling how lonely his balls felt without a kid of his waiting inside. With a groan, the lion made up his mind.
“Alright… Maybe one more… Then I’ll be finished.”