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This work of fiction features incest between a father and son, if that isn't something you're looking for then please continue on your journey for appropriate reading material. If that is a subject you would be interested in reading then look no further.

This is the second installment in my little story series. Please read, enjoy, and if you feel moved to leave me a comment telling me what you liked or didn't like, and what could use improvement. Thank you!

More to come in this series

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The suns warm rays streaming in through my window woke me. I lay there half awake, aware only of the soft feel of my bed and the warmth of the sun on my face. It was blissful. I've always loved waking up to the summer sun so radiant and beautiful in the undisturbed quiet of the morning. This morning's quiet didn't last too long though. The sound of the shower being turned on across the hall brought a slight halt to my unconscious purring. With it the memories of the night before rushed back, my forestalled punishment again hanging over my head.

Glancing at the clock I found the time was seven in the morning. Too early for my brother to be showering before he went to class at eleven, he rarely got out of bed before nine. But too late for my dad to be showering, since he had to be to work by this time in the morning. I lay there listening to the running water for a few long minutes before curiosity finally got the better of me and pulled me from bed.

From my bedroom window you can see the driveway clearly. Pressing my nose to the glass I looked down to find that not only was my brother Aaron's car in the drive way but so was dad's. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. Dad never missed work. Dad never took days off work. Dad NEVER called in sick. My mind was moving in a blur of confusion and building fear. I think I even whimpered a bit when I realized it. Dad took a whole day off work just to whoop my ass properly.

I stared at the red impala sitting in the driveway for a long while. That car was always clean. My dad took religious care of it. Washing and waxing it. Making sure it shined like a new penny. It looked pretty in the sunlight, bright red paint gleaming. So there was no two ways around it, the old man was still home. Any hopes I had of him "forgetting" about what had happened last night were gone, a cold knot settled into my stomach.

There was no sense in trying to avoid it, in fact that would probably just make it worse. Two for flinching was kinda the rule in my family. If you didn't chin up and take you're licking like a man you got extra time for trying to get out of it. With that in mind I set about getting dressed. I picked out something comfortable, a baggy pair of pajama pants and a loose t-shirt. It was Saturday after all; I could at least dress comfortably if nothing else.

Exiting into the hall from my room I glanced at the bathroom door down the hall. It was ajar slightly, steam wafting out near the floor. I could hear the shower still going. Curiosity really is what killed the cat. The longer I starred the more curious I became. I had to know, for sure, that it was my dad in there. So stepping lightly I made my way over to the door, staring at the open crack. I couldn't see much, just a fraction of the bathroom.

Holding my breath I inched forward, pushing the door slowly, and eased the crack open a bit further. I could see just a bit more inside. There was no one outside the shower. Straining my luck just a bit more I pushed the door open, enough to peek around inside the bathroom toward the shower. My breath caught in my throat when I saw him. There was my dad, standing naked as the day he was born, paws lathering shampoo through his thick mane.

His arms were up, paws running through his thick hair, eyes closed to keep the soap out of them. His fur hung heavy with the water flowing over him. It clung to every curve of his hard muscles, making him look even more defined. Every contour of his peck's, abdominals, and thick biceps were displayed through his wet fur. That thick treasure trail lay flat under the weight of the water, forming a little stream of it down to his hanging ebony meat and large tawny orbs. My eyes wandered over him, lingering on the lazy hang of his inky heavy shaft and the snug fit of his large orbs in his scrotum. He looked even more masculine wet.

I startled when he turned to rinse the shampoo from his mane. My eyes explored his back, taking in all the curves and bulges of muscle there. Muscle bunched up at his shoulder blades as he raised his arms, taught lines of sinew gracefully coiling along his spine, flowing down to the small of his back. My eyes paused at the base of his tail. I had never seen his bare butt before. I was softly panting as I looked at it, taught and round. It dipped in at the hips a bit, and he had little dimples on the outer side of each cheek.

Slowly I retreated. I had risked enough for a LONG while. Slipping carefully out I closed the door back gently. I felt sort of bad about it, having violated his privacy for the second time in as many days. That thought slipped away pretty easy, knowing that he was going to dole out punishment for the first transgression anyway. It's hard to feel sorry for a new offense when you're about to get punished for an old one.

Being as quiet as I could I made my way down the hall, noting my brothers door was still closed, and then headed downstairs. I sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote. Sitting there I was reminded of how dad had been laying last night before flipping on the t.v. I turned to the cartoon station and was greeted by Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck. They were still showing the old school cartoons, it was too early for anything else to be on. So I watched in silence and couldn't help but laugh at the corny old cartoon.

I don't know how long I sat there watching those old cartoons. It must have been a while, at least three full show lengths. I can tell you that I never heard the footsteps coming down the stairs. Whether that means the old man used some feline prowling of his own or that I just wasn't paying attention, I don't know. When his deep voice sounded behind me, I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"I love that episode where Donald refuses to fly south for the winter." Dad said, standing behind me and to the right, his paws resting on the back of the couch. My head jerked to the right, looking up at him. He was standing there in his long white cotton bath robe. His fur still somewhat damp from his shower. He must have been in there for a while. I blushed a bit and nodded, looking slowly back toward the television.

"Yeah, I like that one to." I mumbled back at him. He stood there for a few long moments, silently watching the cartoon with me.

"Feel like breakfast kiddo?" He asked with a bit of a smile in his voice.

" Sure, I guess." I said trying not to sound worried.

I slowly stood to follow him as he led the way toward the kitchen. His tail bounced softly behind him, swaying just a bit back and forth. It worried me. He was acting completely out of character. My father was all business when it came to discipline. He laid down the law swiftly and without delay. There was no beating around the bush for him.

I sat down at the table, while he went to the fridge and started looking around inside it.

"Hmm...how about some eggs and bacon? Sound good?" He asked softly, looking from the fridge back over to me.

"Yeah. Can we make the bacon extra crispy?" I asked, unable to keep the light tones of hope out of my voice. I love extra crispy bacon, it's just so delicious to hear it crunch when you bite into it.

"Of course we can." He smiled at me, nodding his approval. That knot in my stomach started to ease up a bit. He couldn't be that angry if he was cooking me breakfast and smiling. Could he?

I watched as he went about setting up breakfast. Cracking a few eggs into a ceramic bowl. He added a little milk to them and started to scramble them up. He really was a good cook when it came to breakfast. I watched him put a practiced paw to whipping the eggs with a fork. Working them to just the right consistency before putting them into the pan that had been heating up on the stove.

Next he worked on the bacon. Cutting the strips of bacon in half he plopped them into a heated frying pan. They sizzled as he dropped them into place. We both smiled at that wonderful sound. The little crackling and popping of the grease soon gave way to the smoky smell of the bacon frying filling the room. My stomach growled, announcing its desire for breakfast.

Dad always looked funny cooking. He took up most of the front of the stove, standing there shuffling the bacon around the pan with a fork. He liked to hum softly while he cooked. It sounded like the tune to an old swing dancing song. He had a nice singing voice really, deep but smooth and melodic. His tail moved as he swayed a little in place, the tuft of fur at the end bouncing to the tune he was humming. He looked positively silly there in his bathrobe.

"Wanna set the table kiddo?" He asked and told at the same time. I had lulled off into a daze listening to him humming away. I nodded my reply and got up to go about setting the table. I got the plates, cups, napkins, and silverware all set out for us. By the time I was done he was putting the cooked bacon onto a plate. I knew the routine. I brought him our plate's one at a time and he loaded them up with eggs and bacon. I poured the orange juice and we were ready to eat.

"You want to say grace or should I?" Dad questioned. I hadn't said it in a while; he usually said the grace when the family sat down for meals.

"I'll say it." I bowed my head and folded my paws.

"Dear lord, thank you for this food we are about to receive. Amen." Short and sweet, the old man echoed the "Amen" He didn't pick up his fork though; he just sat back a bit and looked at the food. His gaze turned to me and I knew what was coming, so I sat back and looked up at him, I wasn't going to flinch. It was silent for a long few moments, the two of us just looking at each other.

"So we need to talk about what happened last night James." There it was, the opening of the conversation I had been dreading. I took a sip of my juice and set it back down before I nodded. He sighed a bit watching me, his expression hard to read. I couldn't tell if he was angry, concerned, disappointed or something else. There was another long moment of silence.

"First we need to talk about what I was doing last night. Okay?" He asked, to which I simply nodded.

"Do you know what I was doing last night?" He asked, completely serious as he looked at me. It was hard to meet his gaze but I forced myself to when I nodded again.

"You were...pawing off." I said softly, not sure if saying it would get me into more trouble. It didn't seem to make the old man angry.

"Yes, but it's called masturbating kiddo. All guys do it, there's nothing bad about doing it. You know that right?" He asked his expression still blank. He was just stating a fact and asking questions.

"Yeah, I know dad." My voice sounded small to my own ears, which I was trying not to fold back in fear.

"Good. I don't want you to think that masturbating is something bad." He chuckled softly and picked up a piece of bacon taking a bite and chewing. I could hear the crispy crunch of it from where I sat.

"Alright, now...about what I was watching." I could see a slight twitch of his ear, the only sign that he might just be as uncomfortable talking about this as I was.

"Do you know what pornography is kiddo?" He asked, obviously trying to keep his voice neutral. I couldn't tell but he looked just the slightest bit embarrassed himself. Like he had been caught doing something he knew wasn't as squeaky clean as a parent should be.

"It's video of people having sex." I said, feeling the blush rising in my cheeks a bit.

"That's right. And it's for adults. Not something that people you're age should see." He spoke softly, making sure that he caught my eyes when he said it.

"I should have been more careful and mindful of what I was doing last night." He said more as a statement than anything else.

"But you shouldn't have been sneaking around like that either kiddo." He said looking me right in the eye. My ears dropped finally, and I nodded slowly. He didn't sound angry, but he certainly wasn't happy either.

"It isn't right for you to watch someone when they don't know you're there. You can get into a lot of trouble doing that." His voice was firm and he made sure I acknowledged what he was saying.

"I know dad. I'm sorry." I said softly, my cheeks hot with blush. I knew where this was going. He was heading toward the part where he laid down how long I was going to be grounded for my offense.

"If you had asked kiddo I would have let you watch the video with me." He said, taking away any idea I had about how this was going. I think my heart stopped in my chest for a moment. I froze as I tried to process what he had said, my mind drawing a blank. I had to have heard him wrong.

"You...we...could watch the...together?" I stuttered through the sentence, not sure if this was some kind of trick or gag he was playing.

"Yeah. Why not? I showed your brother his first porn." He laughed like it was nothing. Now I could really feel the blush spreading along my cheeks.

"But...what about...wouldn't we...boners?" It was getting harder to form thoughts, let alone sentences.

"That's usually what happens when you watch porn kiddo." He chuckled munching on another piece of bacon. Rumbling softly in his chest, apparently satisfied with the smoky flavor of the bacon.

"It's no big deal if you wanna paw off while we're watching it. I'll probably be doing the same." He chuckled again with a small smirk on his muzzle. Apparently amused with how flustered I was getting. I have to admit I definitely hadn't seen this coming. The old man didn't seem mad at all. There was a long moment of silence, while I stared at my eggs. The soft fluffy scrambled eggs didn't have anything to say.

"Could we...watch it today?" It came out before I could stop myself. Instantly I regretted it. It felt like this was some kind of trap, like he just wanted to see what I would say. He sat there looking at me for a while, chewing his bacon before he responded.

"I don't see why not ." His lips curled in a little smile before he took a sip of his orange juice.

"But we'll wait until your brother leaves for classes first. Okay?" I nodded in response, still not sure if I was going to wake up in a few seconds, find out that it had all been some cruel dream. After a few minutes went by, and I hadn't woken up yet, I started to eat my breakfast again. Dad was already nearly finished with his own plate. We went back to eating in silence; the eggs were just how I liked them, fluffy and lite.

After we were finished it was on to the dishes. Dad doesn't like leaving a mess for later. So we piled them into the sink and started working on them. He washed and I dried. We always made a good team on the dishes. He washed them thoroughly and I gave them a quick dry and put them away. We had them done in no time. Dad stood beside the kitchen counter, wiping them down. He was humming again and I couldn't help but watch him, his back hunched, rump pressed out behind him some. The tuft of his tail bouncing along with the tune just like it had before.

We left the kitchen and took up spots on the couch. Dad flipped the t.v. back, Bugs Bunny welcoming us back to Cartoon Network. The smile on the old man's face lit up when he saw what was playing. These were after all the cartoons he had grown up watching.

"These are the cartoons I grew up watching. None of that crazy bug eyed Japanese crap." He chuckled to himself and couldn't help but laugh when Bugs stuck his carrot down the barrel of Elmer Fudd's shotgun, causing the gun to blow up in his face. I know it might sound silly but I liked seeing him remembering Saturday morning cartoons from his own childhood. It was like the great equalizer, both of us enjoying the silliness of the cartoon.

I don't know when I shifted, or why really, but before I knew it I was leaning against him. My arms wrapped around his arm, head laying on his shoulder for a pillow. It was relaxed, content, I could feel and hear him purring softly. I was purring just the same, his soft cotton robe warm against my cheek. He didn't say anything about it, neither did I. It felt nice to be this close to him. I could smell the clean scent of his freshly shampooed fur.

We must have lost track of time, I don't know how many episodes of cartoons we watched. The sound of my brother coming down the stairs drew both of our attentions. He was jogging down the stairs, a quick glance at the clock confirmed that he was running late. Dad stood up, pulling away from me gently as he did. He turned to the stairs just as my brother Aaron reached the foot of them.

"Aaron, wait." Dad yelled out to him, making Aaron halt just in before the front door. He turned looking surprised to see dad.

"Dad? I thought you had to work today?" I almost chuckled at that, he looked confused. It was exactly how I would imagine feeling in his position.

"I took the weekend off." The old man smiled at him.

"I'm parked behind you, so you can just take my car. But no bullshit, take it easy, and be careful." Dad pulled a set of keys out of the pocket of his robe, tossing them to Aaron. He caught them and looked at them for a moment before he nodded.

"Alright. No prob. Thanks dad." He smiled and nodded to the old man before he headed out the front door. Dad smiled to himself as he watched Aaron getting into the car and leaving from the window. There was something in his face, pride maybe. Whatever it was he smiled and then turned away from the window and back to me. He's grinning now, something playful and almost lewd.

"So you ready to watch some porn?" He chuckled as he asked the question. I have to admit that I didn't really process what he said at first. I just sat there staring at him for a moment before I nodded. He gave that little chuckle again.

"Then come on, let's head up to mom and mines bedroom." He nodded his head toward the stairs. "We'll be more comfortable laying down." With that he turned and headed for the stairs leaving me to stare after him. When I heard him walking up the stairs I snapped back to reality and stood up heading after him. I saw him look down the stairs to see me heading up with him, a grin quirked on his muzzle.

He went right up the stairs and I followed him into the bedroom. It felt odd going in there, seeing the big queen sized bed unmade, having been slept in by dad last night. I felt heat rising in my face, thinking about what I had seen last night, dad stroking his thick ebony cock. I could already feel the blood rushing to my groin and had to stop thinking about last night. I turned my attention to the old man riffling through the closet for something.

He pulled out something I hadn't seen in forever. It was a dusty old vcr with the audio video cables still hanging from it. He sat it on the dresser at the foot of the bed next to the tv there and started hooking it up.

"Are we watching an old vhs tape?" I asked, sounding a bit sarcastic to my own ears. He only chuckled and looked back over his shoulder at me.

"We're watching something special. One of my favorites." His lips curled into a smirk as he finished setting up the vcr and then went to the side of the bed I knew to be where he slept. He kneeled down and reached under the bed pulling out a small box, I could see a few dvd cases there and an old vhs tape was in the pile. He grabbed that tape and made his way back to the vcr, but before he put it in he stopped and turned back to me.

"Okay kiddo, before I put this in...you do know that you can't tell anyone else about this. Right?" He said it slowly, making sure that he was clear about it. I nodded.

"Yeah I know dad." He waited another few moments before he nodded back. That seemed to be enough for him because he flipped on the tv and popped the tape in the player. I didn't watch the tv right away, instead I watched him take off his robe. He was only wearing a pair of those white briefs under it. My eyes followed that thick trail of chest fur down his body to where it disappeared into his underwear. Seemed I wasn't the only one starting to bone up either. I could see the bulge in the pouch of his briefs getting a little tight.

I didn't dare look too long though as he came back to the bed and sat down on it. He looked over at me and chuckled.

"Well...aren't you gonna get comfortable and hop in bed?" He said it so nonchalantly, like this was nothing new. I nodded and looked at him and then back to my clothed form. I slipped my shirt of first. I don't have much muscle to speak of. I'm slim and skinny, no thick pecks and abs like him. I'm painfully aware of that as I run a paw over my flat chest and abs. Next went my pajama pants, leaving me standing there in my boxers. I always liked the loose fit of boxers, easier to hide a boner, which was nice right now seeing as I could feel my dick starting to push out of my sheath.

That was one difference between us I remember as I climbed onto the bed. Dad once told me about it being the norm in our family to have a sheath. He had said once that having a foreskin was one of the rare oddities in his family tree that he had inherited. I never really knew what it meant till I saw him erect last night. It must feel a lot different having a sheath than having a foreskin. The old man looked over at me and then back to the tv as theme music started to play.

The title of the movie came up, announcing it as "The King of the Jungle." It sounded like a cheesy title even for a porn. The first scene started with a vixen standing at the front door of a house, looking out. It switched to a guy walking up the front steps of the house. A lion, had to be in his early twenties. In fact it looked a lot like...no it couldn't be. I gasped softly when I looked from the screen to dad and back.

"Dad is...is that you?" I blurted out, the old man only snickered softly and started nodding.

"Yep, that's me when I was nineteen, the year before I met your mother." He laughed some more, there was some cheesy dialogue going on onscreen that I was to flabbergasted to catch.

"You were a porn star?" My voice raised an octave in pitch.

"Well I wouldn't say a porn star. I only acted in this one. I needed some extra money for a semester of school." He chuckled; I could see the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks. The sound of music kicking up on the tape drew my attention back to it. On the screen the female fox was leading that much younger version of my father down a hall and into a bedroom. Once there she shut the door behind them.

"I only want the best wood used for the remodeling." She said in a soft overly sensual voice. The acting definitely wasn't great, but it was porn after all.

"Don't worry ma'am I've got the best hard wood in town." Dad replied back, grinning lopsidedly at her.

"I'll be the judge of that." Came her witty reply. Just like that she leaned in and kissed him, and he didn't even pretend to be surprised. Next to me dad snickered and I peeked over out of the corner of my eye to see him reach down with one paw to cup the front of his underwear in one large paw. He rubbed at his groin slowly, purring a bit as he did it

On screen the two of them were getting more into it. The kiss breaking for my dad to strip off his shirt revealing an absolutely gorgeous torso, drawing a moan from the vixen. Damn, I thought he was ripped now, but back then he was a rippling mass of muscle. He had the same thick treasure trail though. Now it was the vixen's turn to slip out of her shirt, no bra on underneath, her ample rack bouncing a bit as she did.

Next to me dad murred softly at the sight of the vixen's breasts, his paw stroking the outline of his cock in those tight briefs still. Gulping I watched as the younger version of the male next to me descended on the vixen. His paws gripped those ample mounds she had, leaning down to start licking at them to her apparent delight. He was having a field day licking and sucking on her nipples. At the same time I could see the older man next to me getting an erection. It was so surreal, blush filling my cheeks as I felt my own sheath getting tighter.

"Damn, she was a hot lil number." Dad murmured next to me, grinning widely as he watched the action on screen. I could see how the memory must have been affecting him, the bulge in his briefs growing more pronounced as he traced his fingertips along it. Slowly I reached down for my own groin, pressing my paw there, feeling the thickening of my sheath against my palm.

"That's it boy, don't be bashful now." Dad's deep voice sounded husky with arousal as he spoke. It sent a shiver down my spine to hear him talk like that. I could feel the head of my dick slip past the opening of my sheath, making me actually shiver. Taking a deep breath I could smell the first hint of musk in the air. It was light now but I knew it would be thick and rich, filling the room before long.

On screen dad finally release the vixen tits, her nipples pert from all the attention he had given them. She was panting and moaning already as they kissed again briefly. When they came apart dad gave her a little downward push and she got the message. Dropping to her knees she grabbed at the waist line of his pant and undid them, pulling them down. Predictably he wasn't wearing any underwear so his thick piece of ebony manhood sprang right out, already hard and raring to go.

"Mmm, let me tell you, that girl had a mouth on her to. Could suck the chrome right off a trailer hitch." Dad rumbled next to me, chuckling a bit as he started to purr deep in his chest. His paw now resting on a thick tube of fabric-covered cock, he looked to be nearly fully erect, the scent of his musk coming on strong. My own paw gripped at my sheath through my boxers, slowly stroking a bit. I wanted to keep up with dad after all.

The vixen went right to work, tonguing over dad's cock, lapping all over it. She took him into her mouth and drew a moan from him with each little bob of her head. It didn't seem like she had any problem sliding down deeper and deeper either. She got so far down that her nose bumped into his pubic fur. That was when the younger version of my father gripped the back of her head and started to thrust. He rolled his hips and pumped himself into her throat. She never gagged no matter how hard he started to thrust. He was literally face-fucking her before long, sinking every last inch of his thick lion meat down her throat.

Dad growled next to me, smirking as he rolled his palm along the thick outline of his cock. He stood up and went to the nightstand next to him, opening the drawer to pull something out. It was made of clear plastic, and shaped kind of like a large flashlight. It drew my attention because I had never seen anything like it before.

"What's that?" I asked, a little shake in my voice, as I ground the heel of my paw against my now very erect cock.

"This?" He held up it up in his paw. "Is a fleshlight kiddo. It's a sex toy I bought for pawing off with." He grinned broadly and set it down on the bed before his paws pushed down his underwear. I looked from the fleshlight back up to him, my eyes catching the sight of his thick ebony tool bobbing before him, pre already collected around the rim of his foreskin. A little jolt of pleasure shot down to my groin as I watched him turn and bend over a bit to pull a bottle of something from the nightstand before climbing back onto the bed.

"And this is lube." He held up the bottle, the logo of it announcing it as being "KY lubricant." I looked at the clear plastic sex toy for a moment longer before looking up at him.

"How do you use it?" I asked feeling the heat of blush burning in my cheeks.

He chuckled softly before picking the toy back up and turning the larger end of it to face me. I saw an opening there, it was round and it looked like it was set between two butt-cheeks actually. The opening looked like it was fairly small. Dad flicked open the bottle of lube with a little pop then upended it over the opening of the fleshlight. The clear liquid inside dribbled out over the opening of the fleshlight. I watched as that slightly viscous lube slipped into that orifice, running down the inside of the toy.

"See this is like a fake tailhole kiddo." Dad grinned broadly and chuckled, capping the bottle of lube again, setting it aside on the night stand once more. He leaned over a bit, his thick shaft slapping against his muscled thigh with a light thwap. He leaned the toy back facing me, there were droplets and streaks of lube sliding along the surface of the business end of the fleshlight.

Reaching over with his other paw dad smeared the lube around with a few fingers, spreading it around. Then with two digits he pressed against the opening, they sank in with a slick wet slurp and the old man let out a little moan. He moved those fingers around, I could see them just fine through the toy as they spread and wiggled inside of it.

"Got these nice soft little ridges inside. Mmm and boy do they feel nice on your cock to." I nodded watching him slowly thrusting his fingers into that slurping orifice. A sharp moan coming from the vixen on the television drew our attention back to the porn. On screen the reason for her moans became clear. She was leaning over the side of the bed, dad standing behind her with his paws on her hips. The shot quickly switched to show up between their legs, dad's thick ebony pole sinking into the vixen's tight wet pussy.

"Yeah, that was...a really new experience for me. She told me later she wasn't really acting a whole lot there." The old man growled nice and deep, that sound sent shudders down my spine, tail flicking from it. The vixen on screen moaned out again as dad started to thrust, the camera showing his thick uncut tool pounding into her dripping sex. A wet schlorp from next to me made me jerk my head toward dad. I was just in time to see him pushing the fleshlight down onto his thick shaft, that dark length sinking into the tight grip of the toy with a wet schlorp and squelch. I watched as his hard abs squeezed taut, his chest rising as his biceps flexed guiding the toy down his big cock.

"Ooooh yeah...always feels good to be in this bad boy." He let out the first real moan, a sweet pleased sound that reverberated around the room. I couldn't help it anymore, feeling my cock throb in my underwear, I pushed them down. Looking at my own shaft I felt a little inferior. I'm only about six inches long and nowhere near as thick as dad. Unlike him I take after the rest of the family, having a sheath and a barbed shaft like most felines. The scent of my musk came rushing up, apparently the old man got a whiff. He turned to look at me, his gaze dropping down to my groin.

I could feel my cheeks rush with heat as his gaze lingered on my groin. I swear I saw the tip of his tongue lash across his lips, but I could have imagined it. He chuckled softly then slowly pulled the fleshlight up his shaft, the wet sucking of it sounding so lewd. It drew another moan from him as well, I could see his chest flex from the feel of it. He started purring nice and deep in his chest as he pumped the toy along his cock.

"I'm surprised kiddo, I wasn't that big at your age." His voice was deep and sultry next to me.

"Really?" I heard the surprise and slight pride in my own voice.

"Yeah. I bet you'll be bigger than me when you're older." He rumbled in his chest, his paw stroking the fleshlight along his shaft a bit faster. I gripped my own shaft starting to stroke, looking from the younger version of him pounding into the vixen on screen to his older self pumping his prick next to me. It was surreal, my eyes lingered on him, watching his muscles clench, his hips beginning to thrust a bit into the toy.

The bed rocked a bit with his thrusts. He started to pant as time went on, little beads of sweat rising on his forehead, dotting, and glistening in his chest fur. It was like watching an athlete in motion. He knew just how to please himself. His paw moved the fleshlight up and down his thick pole, spreading that soft inner material. Every so often he would speed up the pumping, give a little twist or slow down even more to tease his shaft. I could see the inner tunnel grip his shaft, it pulled the foreskin up and down his tip with the motion of the toy. Somewhere along the line I must have just stopped stroking myself and started watching him. Apparently he noticed to, he had a big toothy grin on his face.

"It's alright kiddo, you can just watch me if you want." He smirked softly, purring as he looked me in the eye. His hips made a quick hard thrust, wet slurping echoing around the room, a deep moan leaving his muzzle. I looked him back in the eye and slowly nodded, my eyes leaving his to look back down to his groin. That dark spire of flesh drilled into the fleshlight, I could see lube leaking out of the opening down into his pubic fur making it a dark wet slipperiness mess.

He seemed to work harder at pleasing himself knowing I was openly watching him. His hips heaved up harder; paw slammed the toy down against his groin, the sounds of deep moans accompanied by the wet lewd slurp of the toy filled the room. I could smell his musk stronger than ever, it was wafting around as the sweat started to build on his body, wetting down that thick ruffle of auburn chest fur. It was a sight to behold as his thick pecks flexed and bulged, droplets of sweat trickling down his fur, those ebony nipples growing pert sticking up through his fur. This was so much better than watching him from a distance in the eerie glow of the television last night.

After a while he stopped thrusting, gripping the fleshlight with both paws, pumping it harder and faster. It would come down hard slapping with a thud against his groin. I could see the broad mushroom head of his cock nearly hitting the end of the cylindrical toy. He was sinking all nine or ten inches of himself into it with a growl, the need to pound into it obviously growing. His back hunched up some, looking down to his paws pumping the fleshlight along his cock and growling deep in his chest.

"Aww yeah...fuck that's good." He kept working the toy quickly along his thick tool.

"Gonna blow a big load soon kiddo." He bit his lip and snarled a little.

"You wanna see that don't ya son?" His voice was deep and husky with lust. I could barely believe what that he was talking to me like that.

"Yeah...yeah dad I wanna see you cum." I whispered, blushing hard, swallowing to wet my suddenly dry throat.

"That's what I wanted to hear boy." Dad replied with a big grin on his muzzle.

He seemed to redouble his efforts, pumping harder, faster, pounding the toy along his dusky black cock. He moaned loud and hard as he did it, panting. Closing his eyes as he did, gritting his teeth and panting. The wet slurp of the fleshlight was non-stop as he worked himself good and thorough. Leaning his head back his muzzle dropped open in a long growling moan. His muscles clenched hard, biceps turning into peaks of hard muscle, chest flexed into twin mounds of hard sinew, abs rippling in tight packs of solid muscle.

"Oh fuck...here it comes..." He growled out, hips thrusting again, ramming his thick prick into the toy. He growled and grit his teeth, lips pulling back in a snarl. He pounded that toy on his cock, slamming it down so hard his big orbs slapped wetly against it, lube dripping off them. I could see the veins of his cock standing up on his shaft inside the toy. After only a few more hard pumps he hilted the fleshlight on himself and held it down. The first blast of hot milky cum fired into the toy, and I could see it perfectly. Shot after shot fired from his throbbing length, it was all trapped inside, the head of his member sealing it in. It formed a reservoir of his hot seed at the tip of his cock, filling up the rest of the space in the toy, a good inch worth of pooled lion spunk.

The aftershocks of climax rippled through him, little quakes in his muscles, his paw still holding the fleshlight down firmly hilted on his cock. He was clenched up, his jaw still set firm as he shivered. I knew that pose; his orgasm was slowly easing back, the shocks of pleasure still jolting through his body. Slowly he eased his head back and stretched out again, paw still holding the fleshlight planted on his cock.

"Nnngh...fuck...been to long since I used this baby." He panted, his chest still heaving. He turned his head to look over at me, my eyes locked on his groin before I snapped them back up to meet his gaze. He only chuckled softly and licked his lips, a smirk spreading over his muzzle. One paw released the fleshlight and reached up to ruffle my hair. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed as he did that, it felt like getting caught again.

"Not gonna paw off kiddo? Or just too embarrassed to work up a nut in front of your dad?" He asked so nonchalantly that it felt wrong not to answer.

"Just...just a bit embarrassed. I don't think I can...in...in front of you." I said with a stutter. It seemed insincere though considering my cock was still standing rigidly at attention between my legs. His eyes dropped down to my groin and he nodded softly with a smirk. His paw started to slowly pull the fleshlight off his spent tool, a soft slurp accompanying his low moan. Apparently it felt nice even coming off his cock. It slipped off with a soft pop, a little dribble of ivory cum dripping out. He flipped the toy up quickly though, and I watched that cum slide along the ribbed walls of the toy, collecting at the bottom of it again. To my surprise he held the toy up toward me with a big grin on his face.

"Here, try it out then. I bet you wont have any trouble getting there." I looked from him to the toy and back. He gave a little reassuring nod and I reached up to grab the toy. My paw could barely close around the thickness of it, not only that it was heavier than I thought it would be. I gulped and lifted it slowly, having to grip it in both paws to hold it properly. Looking over at dad I nodded, and slowly turned the fleshlight opening to face my cock, pressing its lube smeared surface to my tip. It felt slick and silky smooth against my cock head.

As I watched, a trickle of hot milky cum slipped from the opening of the fleshlight to trickle down my shaft. I couldn't hold in a gasp as I watched that ivory liquid slide down my ebony shaft, some sticking to the barbs around my tip. Dad saw it to and smirked at my reaction. That was all it took, I shoved that toy down onto my cock, plunging myself into its hot wet grip. Those tight ribbed walls pulled at my barbs as I sunk into it. It was a jolt to feel it around me, knowing that the hot wetness was my own fathers cum smearing along my shaft. That only drove me on.

I couldn't hold back, gripping that toy with both paws, pounding it up and down my length. There was no holding back the moans that ripped from my muzzle as the toys heated inner walls conformed to the shape of my shaft. It felt better than I ever imagined it could. Unconsciously I bit my lip, my hips thrusting as I pulled the fleshlight down onto my shaft. Next to me dad snickered softly and shifted, turning over onto his side to face me.

"Whoa, whoa kiddo. Slow it down there." He said softly, his voice deep even in a whisper. His paw came to rest on my shoulder, gripping softly to knead it. With a gasped jump I felt his other paw fall onto my exposed thigh giving it a squeeze. I looked over at him, a deep red blush on my cheeks as I nodded a bit.

"Want me to show you how it's done?" His hot breath brushed against my ear as he moved in closer to me. It was like a dream, him leaning in closer, sliding in to kiss my forehead softly.

"Let daddy show you what feels best kiddo." His voice was so soft, sultry, and so sensual. I nodded slowly and shivered feeling his fingers drag up my thigh. That paw slid up lifting to grip around the fleshlight, pushing my paws out of the way to take hold of the toy. His paw on my shoulder shifted as he put that arm around my shoulders, my head coming to rest on his thick bicep. I could feel his breath against my face, his mane tickling my neck softly. I was a ball of twitching nerves as he purred softly, the vibration running through his chest.

He held me like that for a long moment before he slowly pulled on the fleshlight, inching it up my cock again. I didn't try to hold in my gasp this time, a soft chuckle rumbling through his chest. He lifted the toy up until only my tip was still it in. He held it there until I opened my eyes to look up at him, a smirk on his face as he looked right back at me.

He tilted his head to look down at my groin, staring intently at it with a grin slowly spreading across his muzzle. Shivering I tilted my head down to follow his gaze, the toy hovering at my tip, a thick slurry of his cum and lube spread over my ebony cock. With a sudden snap of his wrist he sunk the fleshlight down onto me again, making me snap my head back and moan out deeply. Dad ground the toy down against my groin, shifting it back and forth, grinding the toy's slick opening against me. I felt my cock throb in the tight slippery hot tunnel of the toy as I shuddered in his arms.

"Feels good huh kiddo?" He purred against my ear while he slowly pulled the toy up again starting to pump it along my shaft nice and smoothly. Those ribbed inner walls rolled along my shaft so teasingly, pulling at the barbs along my tip, massaging every bit of my cock so perfectly. I couldn't do anything but moan and shiver in his arms. He held my shoulder to pull me a bit tighter against his chest.

"That's it James...just relax kiddo." He murred softly as he kept that slow pace rolling the toy along my cock.

"Let daddy show you what feels good." He mewled softly nuzzling into my neck. His warm breath cascaded against my neck and made me moan out even louder. It felt so wonderful having his strong arm around me with that hot wet tunnel gripping along my cock. I could smell his deep masculine scent all around me, his arousal, and the smell of his seed filling my nose. It was so intensely pleasurable. I didn't think it could get much more intense. Until he gave the fleshlight a twist as he sank it down to the hilt on my shaft.

"Oooh...da..da..daddy!" The moaned words leaked from my lips as I thrust up into the fleshlight while he brought it down grinding it to the hilt on my shaft. His one paw gripped and kneaded my shoulder the other paw speeding the pace of the fleshlight along my cock. I stopped trying to hold in the moans as he pumped the toy along me. My hips started to roll and thrust up with the down-stroke of the toy.

"That is kiddo...don't hold back...show me how good it feels." He breathed against my ear. He dipped his muzzle down and nipped my neck, drawing another long loud moan from my lips. He started speeding his paw up, pumping harder, faster along my throbbing cock. Oh god he knew exactly what he was doing and it felt so amazing. I heard those same wet lewd slurps from the toy as before, except now I felt the toy suckling on my cock to go along with them, those wet silky ribbed walls squeezing as they rolled over my prick.

My chest felt tight as I panted, throwing my head back against his thick arm. I curled my paws into the sheets, pulling at them as I felt my muscles tightening up. I could feel the pressure building in my groin, my balls pulling up against me, toes curling as the tingles of pleasure shot along my cock.

"Nnngh...dad...daddy...I'm gonna...gonna..." I panted out, trying to form words as my jaw tightened in pleasure. My hips thrust hard, shoving up as dad sank the toy down onto my cock, his paw twisting the fleshlight along my shaft.

"That's it kiddo, daddies got you." He breathed softly, kissing the side of my neck. "Don't hold back...just let it come son." He whispered, egging me on as he pumped the toy faster along my throbbing prick. I swear I saw stars as he pounded the fleshlight along me. Gritting my teeth and growling I thrust as hard as I could, each thrust being met as he brought the toy down onto me. He was moving just as hard as fast as I was, trying to help me fall over the edge into orgasm.

I didn't have to wait long either. It crashed down hard on me as those ribbed walls pulled at my barbs. My muscles tensed as the first big jolt of pleasure hit me and I felt my cock throb harder than before. I yowled out, the sound of it feral to my own ears. I felt my cock spurting my own cum into the toy, the wet heat growing inside the fleshlight with my new batch of cum joining dads.

For his part the old man nuzzled into my neck and kept pumping with the toy. He held me tight as I came, keeping my pleasure surging as the toy kept milking my shaft. It was almost torture, it was the most intense orgasm I've ever felt and he prolonged it as much as he could. He kept changing back and forth, pumping hard and fast then slowing the toy down to a torturous crawl along my pulsing shaft. The different speeds gave different sensations, racing pleasure and slow crawling sensation that made my hips buck to try to pound into the toy harder. It worked together to draw out my orgasm into something amazing I had never felt before in my life.

After a long and blissful few minutes he slowed the toy and then stopped completely with it hilted on my shaft. I collapsed back to the bed, my head still lying on his bicep as I panted. My eyes were still closed but I knew he was looking at my face. I was a panting shivering mess as I opened my eyes to see him grinning broadly down at me. Despite myself my muzzle cracked into a grin of my own. Gently he leaned down and kissed my forehead again before pulling back.

"Best time pawing you ever had?" His words were soft, and I'm pretty sure he knew the answer already. I couldn't think of anything to say to that so I only nodded. He held me there like that for a long while, keeping the toy stationary on my cock, the cum built up inside a pretty impressive amount for myself. Then gently he lifted the toy and I felt the jolts of sensation that came with an over sensitive cock shoot along my body. I hissed softly and he murred soothingly to me as he pulled the toy completely away, my groin a mess of frothy lube and cum as my cock plopped against my belly, slowly slinking back into my sheath.

"I imagine your barbs are pretty sensitive after you cum." It sounded like a question so I nodded, my eyelids feeling heavy as I did. He sat the toy aside on the bed, his paw now free coming up to rub my chest gently. Turning slowly to face him he pulled me close, my head resting on his chest as he wrapped me in his strong arms, hugging me. I did my best to wrap my arms around him, feeling as much as hearing him purr deep in his chest. Oddly it didn't feel strange or wrong, it just felt warm and loving.

We stayed wrapped up in each other like that for a while, purring as we enjoyed the warmth of cuddling, high on the endorphins and after glow of good orgasms. Dad ran his paws along my back softly petting, as much as I hate to admit it I purred like a kitten nuzzling into his mane. His scent was so familiar and calming, my pleasure tensed muscles relaxing. I could fee his chest vibrate with his deep rumbling purrs. After a while he broke the silence saying that he needed to get in the shower, his groin fur was starting to get itchy and pull with the drying seed there. I nodded and agreed that I needed to do the same. We broke apart and headed for our separate bathrooms to get cleaned up.