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Obligatory Content Warning: The following story contains scenes of a SEXUAL NATURE between a FATHER AND SON, one of whom is a CUB. OMFG FATHER/SON WINCEST. This story also contains frank discussion of sexual matters. If any of this offends you, DO NOT READ ON. By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended by my work, because YOU WERE WARNED. For those of you who I haven't scared off... enjoy!

A cool breeze sent the leaves rustling as Keith emerged from his car. Already the trees were a riot of color, reds, oranges, and yellows, most of the leaves still clinging to their homes, but a fair number already littering the ground. Autumn was in full swing. The clouds weren't helping Keith's mood. It was only noon, but the thick gray clouds made it feel much later, and the air felt heavy, as though it were preparing to rain. He sighed as he approached the building. The school's facade was simple, mostly glass framed in white, a very minimalist aesthetic. It was far from the prettiest institution of higher education in Boston, but it served its purpose. He glanced at his watch as he slipped through a pair of double doors, passing a few students deep in conversation, his idle gait speeding to a brisk walk.

As he neared his destination, he picked up the sound of two voices. One he immediately recognized. The two furs emerged from the office as he reached the door -- a shapely ferret who looked to be in her late-20's, and the vixen Keith had come to speak with.

"See you next week, Professor," the ferret said. She nearly collided with Keith, and let out an embarrassed giggle. "Sorry," she said as she slipped past him.

Terry froze in her tracks, shock quickly fading to a smile as she relaxed and adjusted her courier bag. "Well, good afternoon, Keith. What brings you here?"

The fox smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh, I was just in the area, and thought I'd drop by and say hello. See if maybe you'd like to grab a coffee or something."

The vixen giggled and took the male's paw as she started to walk down the hall, leading him with her. "Keith, you and I both know that you've got no reason to be in this part of town today, nor do you ever just drop in and ask me out for coffee. But I won't pry here, because we're surrounded by psychologists and psychology students who'd leap at the chance to polish up their diagnostic skills," she said, giggling at the blush she drew from the fox. "But a stop for coffee does sound nice."

Keith chuckled and nodded, looking around as the two walked. "Did you drive?"

"Not today," Terry said. "The bus is more eco-friendly, even if it does take longer."

"Of course," Keith replied, inhaling deeply as they passed through the doors into the autumn air. "I still don't understand why you'd want to teach HERE of all places. Boston College isn't that much farther away."

Terry giggled and nudged the male. "Oh, Keith. Do you really think I'd mesh well with the Jesuits?"

"Touche," Keith said, chuckling himself as they reached his car. "But you have to admit, the campus is nicer."

The vixen nodded as she climbed into the passenger seat. "Would have paid better, too," she admitted as she laid her bag at her feet and buckled her seat belt. "But they were looking for a full time faculty member. Here, I can be part time and still be in the field."

Keith nodded, remaining quiet for a few seconds before starting his car and pulling out of the parking lot. "Your restraint is admirable," he said as he pulled onto the main road.

"My, my, whatever do you mean?" Terry asked

"We've been alone for a good thirty seconds, and you haven't started grilling me about why I came to see you," Keith said, chuckling as he eased to a halt at a stop sign. "My place, or do you want to actually go out?" he asked.

"That depends on how personal our discussion is going to be," Terry said. "You and I both know that certain topics have to remain in the privacy of our homes."

Keith nodded, and took a left, then pulled onto the highway. "Home it is, then."

A shiver ran down Terry's spine, and she squirmed in her seat in anticipation. "Oooo! I can't wait to hear it, then," she said, turning herself slightly to face Keith. "Has Jimmy been getting a little bolder in his explorations?"

"Something like that," Keith muttered, cursing under his breath as he pulled into traffic. I-95 was always a pain in the ass, and the lunch time rush wasn't helping matters. "He's, uh... been slipping into my bed at night. Two or three nights a week."

Terry nodded. "I suppose that's to be expected. He's suddenly down a parent, even if she... wasn't really there," she said, treading lightly around the topic. "You know he's always been fond of you, and now that he has a chance to have more time with you, he probably wants to take advantage of it."

Keith sighed. "That's part of the problem. I'm worried that maybe I'm taking advantage of him!" He paused for a few moments. When Terry didn't interject, he continued. "It's not like I don't like the company. The bed feels so empty without someone to share it with. And even though Lisa and I hadn't been... intimate... in years," he said, trailing off.

Terry nodded. "A couple of months ago, when I walked in on you and Jimmy and Ellie... that wasn't Jimmy's first time playing with you, was it?"

The male sighed and shook his head. "No... I don't know what came over me that first night, but... I don't know... I just..."

Terry laid a paw on Keith's arm. "Relax. I'm sure you didn't do anything he didn't want you to do."

"But he's a CUB, Terry!" Keith yelled, shaking his head as he pulled onto the exit ramp. "I'm his father... I'm not supposed to feel that way about my own cub..."

For a few moments, they were silent. Terry rubbed Keith's arm, then leaned in and whispered, "You're in good company, then. I've been playing with my cubs. Ellie a lot more than Robbie, but still. And you know I've played with your cub, too. He doesn't act like he's being abused. He's a normal, healthy boy. Maybe a little reserved, but nothing too far out of the ordinary."

Somehow, it was calming for Keith to hear that from his friend, even if a part of his mind was telling him that she had ulterior motives. He sighed again. "Ever since that first night... every time he comes in, he gets naked, climbs into bed, and..." He gulped, his face burning as he did his best to focus on the road. "We blow each other."

Terry nodded, hiding the grin that was fighting to grace her lips. Even though she found this information incredibly arousing, it was obviously causing her friend significant psychological discomfort. "Who initiates?" she whispered.

Keith sighed. "The first time, I did... he was asleep, I was horny, wasn't thinking straight... but since then, it's almost always been him."

The vixen nodded, her paw squeezing Keith's arm. "Deep breaths, Keith. You aren't doing anything wrong."

"Aren't I?" he asked. "I feel like a monster. You, of all people, should know about that."

Terry nodded and sighed, putting her paws in her lap. "I do know that, yes. But Keith, this isn't like that. You're not raping your cub. It's a consensual relationship. He's enjoyed what I've done with him, and I know he and Ellie enjoy each others' bodies whenever they're together. She takes after her mother," she said, letting a little giggle slip despite herself. "He may be young, but cubs understand more than we usually give them credit for. He loves you, and wants to show that however he can. And I know you love him, too. There's no shame in that."

The two foxes fell silent for the rest of the drive. As Keith pulled into his driveway, a single raindrop hit the windshield.

"Just in time, eh?" he said, letting out a little chuckle as he pressed the button to open his garage.

"Just in time," Terry agreed, giving her friend a smile and pat on the shoulder as he pulled the vehicle in.

Keith shut off the car and leaned back in his seat, listening to the hum of the electric motor as the garage door slid shut behind them. He shook his head and shut his eyes. "Why, Terry?"

The vixen opened her door, pausing with one foot out of the car. "Why what?"

"Why are we like this?" he asked.

"That... is a complex question," Terry replied. She pulled herself the rest of the way out of the car and retrieved her bag, then shut her door and walked around the car to the door to the house. Here she paused, watching as Keith slowly climbed out of his car and shut the door, then walked to her, his shoulders sagging.

Wordlessly, the two entered the house. They walked down the short hall to the kitchen, and Terry leaned up against the counter as Keith went straight for the coffee maker. "Any preference?" he asked.

"I'll have what you're having," she replied. The vixen watched the male for a few moments, then walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest. "Remember, Keith... it's as much about them as it is about us. They'll let us know when, or if, they want to stop. Just respect them, listen, and enjoy what you've got while you've got it."

Keith sniffed, then looked at Terry over his shoulder. "You say that to all of the pedofurs you know?" he asked.

"Only the good ones," she said, giving a little giggle as she grabbed the male's ass and gave it a squeeze. "Hmm... breakfast seems to have gone right through me," she muttered.

An uneasy silence fell between the two, broken only by the sound of the coffee maker preparing their drinks. There had been some definite tension when Terry had grabbed the male's rump. She sat down at a chair in the breakfast nook and chanced breaking the silence.

"How've you been otherwise? Job hunt treating you well? Dating?" Terry asked.

"It's been hell," Keith replied. He leaned against the counter and sighed. "Job market's in shambles right now. Got resumes going out everywhere, but not hearing anything. Wouldn't be as bad if the stock market collapse hadn't taken out a chunk of my savings," he added with a forced chuckle. "I've got enough to keep going for quite a while, but certainly not indefinitely." The fox purposely ignored the latter question as he poured two cups of coffee. "How do you take your coffee? Milk? Sugar? Cream?"

"Cream, please," Terry said, giving the male a little wink.

Keith rolled his eyes and set the cups down on the table, then retrieved the cream from the fridge. "I just... don't know what to do anymore," he said as he sat down, staring down into his coffee.

The vixen reached out a paw and patted her friend's arm. "Keith... you know Dan and I will be here for you. Whatever you need. Shoulder to cry on, a sympathetic ear, a little... relaxation..."

Relaxation. It sounded innocent enough, but Keith knew better. They'd used that word as a code for sex since they were eight. "I'm... not so sure that's a good idea..."

Terry nodded and withdrew her paw, then added some cream to her coffee and took a sip. "It's an open offer if you ever want it," she said, and left it at that.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

That evening, Keith lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. His logical mind told him that if Jimmy came in and asked to snuggle, he should tell the boy no and send him back to his room. What they were doing wasn't right! Fathers and sons weren't supposed to have sex! But he knew, in his heart and in his loins, that if the kit asked to join him, there was no way he would say no. He loved his boy, needed his affections, and without his wife, he needed a warm body to fill that big empty bed.

A glance at the clock showed that the time was 8:34pm. With a groan, Keith pushed himself from bed and padded over to the bedroom door, his ears flicking as he picked up the sound of the shower running. Odd. Was Jimmy showering on his own?

The red fox made his way down the hall and peeked into the bedroom. The light was on, but Teddy was nowhere to be found, and the downstairs was dark. Keith glanced down the hall toward the bathroom, then tip-toed into the bedroom, looking around.

On the desk, the laptop that Keith had lent Teddy was open. He walked over to the desk, and glanced at the door, perking his ears to listen for the sound of the shower as he rubbed a finger across the track pad. The screen came to life, and Keith glanced down, checking to see what Teddy had been up to. A pang of guilt chewed at him for violating the fennec's privacy, but he was curious...

A few chat programs seemed to be the only applications open on the computer. The red fox leaned in. No open chats. He swished over to the start menu and took a peek at the recently accessed items. Nothing there. Next he popped open the browser and checked the history. Clear. The fox shrugged and closed the browser, then walked back to his room.

Twenty minutes later, the water finally stopped. Keith stretched out on the bed and scratched his stomach. That was an oddly long shower. He stood up and stripped off his t-shirt, leaving him only his boxers, then walked to the bedroom door, leaning against the door frame as he waited for his son to emerge.

A couple minutes passed before the bathroom door finally opened, and a naked Jimmy ran out, giggling wildly as he ran down the hall, unaware of his father watching. Teddy followed right behind, equally naked and giggly -- that is, until he looked up and locked eyes with Keith.

Jimmy almost ran headlong into his father, skidding to a halt just in time. "Hi, Daddy!" Jimmy said, throwing his arms around his father's waist and hugging him. "Daddy, can I sleep with you tonight?"

Keith looked down at his son and ruffled his headfur. "Sure. Just go get some jammies on first," he said, and looked up at Teddy. The fennec's tail was curled up between his legs, covering his manhood. "Don't shower for so long," Keith said. "Hot water isn't cheap."

"S-sorry," Teddy said, dodging Jimmy as the cub ran back down the hall to his bedroom. "K-kinda lost track of time," he muttered as he walked down the hall, staring down at his footpaws. Almost too quickly, the fennec went into the guest room and nearly slammed the door behind him.

"Not very subtle, is he?" Keith muttered, and shook his head as he turned around and returned to his bed, lying back down as he waited for his cub to join him.

Sure enough, barely thirty seconds after he laid down, the bed shifted, and the warm bundle of fur that was his son curled up against him. Jimmy nuzzled Keith's side, then looked up at his father and whispered, "Daddy, do I hafta keep these on?"

Keith sighed. He knew he should say yes, give him a lecture about fathers and sons. But his own parents certainly weren't like that. "No... just... shut the door first," he whispered back.

Jimmy giggled softly and slipped from the bed and ran over to the door. He shut it, then pulled off his shirt, leaving it on the floor near the door. The pants and undies came off as he walked back to the bed, and he climbed back in completely nude, his paws immediately going for the waistband of his father's underwear.

"Jimmy," Keith whispered. He hesitated a moment before lifting his rump, allowing his son to remove his only article of clothing. Much to his chagrin, Keith was already at half-mast, a fact that the kit was not going to let slip by lightly. But before he could allow Jimmy to go further, he needed to know... "Jimmy... we need to talk."

The kit looked up at his father, his paw nearly resting on his father's sheath, and he climbed back up the bed, his smile fading as he took in the serious look on his father's face. "What's wrong, Daddy?" Jimmy asked.

This was going to be even harder than Keith thought. His tongue caught in his throat as he tried to find where to start. Probably best to address his most pressing concern first... "Jimmy... you... know you don't have to do this, right? Playing with my... parts?" He couldn't bring himself to say 'penis.'

"I know," Jimmy said, a paw wrapping around the adult's sheath. "I want to."

"Why?" Keith asked. The word spilled out before he could stop it.

For a few moments, there was silence between the two. Horror began to dawn on Keith, though he did his best not to show it. How was his son going to react? It seemed clear by the look of concentration on the kit's face that he hadn't really considered the question before. What if he decided he was being manipulated? Oh gods... what if he confirmed that Keith was the monster he thought he was?

Barely above a whisper, Jimmy responded. "'Cause it makes you happy."

The adult's jaw dropped. That answer hadn't even dawned on him before this moment. "Oh, Jimmy," he whispered. "You know... you don't have to do that to make me happy..."

Jimmy nodded. "But I wanna. I like bein' close to you and makin' you feel good, and I like it when you play with mine, too." He giggled a bit at that and looked down at his father's sheath, a paw reaching out to tease the flesh that was still battling against the seriousness of the conversation its own was trying to have.

An involuntary moan slipped from Keith's muzzle as his son's fingers wrapped around his shaft. Damn, why did his kit's paw have to feel so good on his dick? "Jimmy... y... you know that this has to remain... secret... right?"

Without hesitation, the kit nodded. "Uh huh. Ellie's mom talked to me an' her about that when we started playin'. How most adults think kits shouldn't play like this, and if someone found out, she could get in trouble and stuff..." Jimmy locked eyes with his father. "I don't wanna lose you, Daddy..."

Keith sighed and pulled his son up for a hug, his cock twitching as the boy's paw slipped from his length. "You won't, as long as it just stays between us and Terry..." He could feel a shiver from the cub, and looked down at him. "You haven't told anyone... have you?"

Jimmy looked downwards. "Umm... I... mighta mentioned it ta Teddy," he whispered.

Shit. That was NOT what Keith had wanted to hear. But now that the subject was broached, might as well get to the other question that had been eating at him. "Do you play with him like this, too?"

After a moment, Jimmy nodded.

"And he's... never hurt you... right?" Keith asked.

Jimmy shook his head. "Nuh uh. Well, 'cept for this one time when he put his peepee in my butt. That kinda hurt," he said. "But he took it out when I told him it hurt."

Keith sighed. Well, at least the fennec had a shared secret to keep his silence. "Ok... if he ever hurts you, you'll tell me?"

Jimmy looked back up at his father. "Would you call the police if he did?"

Another shocker. The boy may have understood the stakes better than Keith had thought. He considered the question for a moment. "Maybe... I don't know... it depends on how badly he hurts you. But if he does, I need to know. I love you and I don't want anyone taking advantage of you," he said, mentally appending the statement with, 'myself included.'

"Ok," Jimmy said, resting his head on his father's chest. "Teddy's nice. I dun want anythin' bad to happen to him." He took a few moments to listen to his father's heartbeat, then climbed down, nuzzling at the adult's semi that just would not go down.

Keith let slip another groan as he watched his son nuzzle his manhood. "Did you play with Teddy in the shower earlier?" he asked.

The kit grinned up at his father and nodded. "Uh huh... like this," he whispered, and took his father's tip into his muzzle.

Well, fuck. There was no avoiding this. Keith brought his paws to his son's head and grabbed hold of his ears, gently massaging them as his cub lowered his muzzle, squeezing the first two inches of his father's member between his lips. It was such a lewd display, and as much as Keith wanted to feel disgusted with himself for letting his son do this... it just felt way too damn good.

"Oh gods," Keith whispered, shutting his eyes as he laid back. A little paw wrapped around his shaft, his son's fingers just barely managing to reach fully around his turgid flesh. His toes curled and his back arched as waves of forbidden pleasure washed over him. This was wrong. He could stop it if he wanted to. Just grab onto his son's head and pull the boy away from his groin. Instead, he intertwined his fingers around it, guiding the kit's muzzle to bob along his length.

It took barely a minute of this treatment for the pent up adult to feel his peak rising. How could he be this turned on by his son's muzzle around his dick? Keith released his son's head, grabbing two fistfuls of the sheets as he bit his lower lip, letting a soft groan escape as he erupted in his son's mouth.

As his climax overwhelmed him, a thought strayed unbidden into his mind. 'If Lisa was still here, I'd never have started to molest my son.' He wanted to reject this line of thinking, but in a way, it was true. If his wife was still there, he wouldn't be lying in bed with his dick buried in his son's mouth. His son wouldn't be in the master bedroom at all. And Keith's life would be just as sexless as it had been since his wife found out that she was pregnant.

Maybe that was it. He wasn't a monster, he was just... desperate. Nine years was a long time. He would have banged anyone! His son just happened to be the first fur who he broke down and played with. And maybe if he could find a new mate, he could stop doing this with Jimmy. Yeah, that's it. He just needed an adult to love, and things would be fine. But... something was biting at him, too... after all, he'd had a full day of sex with Terry and Dan not too long ago. Surely that would have sated him for a while. But even after all that, he went home... and the next morning, allowed his son to wake him with a blow job. It was different with him.

And what about when Terry's daughter had joined in? That was... an amazing experience. No. Maybe he had held back when Lisa was present, but could he really deny this part of himself?

Keith was dragged from his thoughts as his son bopped him on the nose. He looked down to see the kit grinning up at him.

"Aaaaah!" Jimmy opened his mouth wide, showing off a mouthful of adult semen, then closed his mouth and made a point of swallowing it audibly. "Mmmm... Daddy milk."

The adult could only groan in appreciation. It hadn't taken long for the boy to realize that showing off his mouthful of cum was a huge turn-on for his father, and he'd made a point to do it at the end of almost every blow job now. Little scamp. Wait... "Daddy milk?" Keith whispered.

Jimmy giggled. "Teddy likes to call it his 'milk,'" he whispered. "I kinda like it. It doesn't really taste like milk, but I guess it kinda looks like it, and it comes from you, so... Daddy milk."

Another twinge of guilt. At some point, Keith would have to talk to Teddy about this. But not now. Now, he had a naked kit lying on his chest, and from the feel of it, something to take care of.

Keith patted his son's bottom, then whispered, "Wanna climb up and hump my muzzle?"

Without a moment's hesitation, Jimmy scrambled forward, straddling his father's face and presenting him with a very stiff, very twitchy cub cock. With equal abandon, Keith took it into his muzzle, his paws gripping his boy's hips, and in that moment, he allowed himself a moment of freedom, to bask in just how much he loved his son.