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The two rabbit lovers slept until noon, the father keeping his length in his son the whole night long. Again, just as they had on Friday night, they teased each other throughout the whole ordeal, nearly starting another whole ritual once more. The son woke up first this time.

The boy slowly opened his eyes, looking around the room. He groans a little, rubbing his eyes a bit until they eventually were able to open on their own. He looked at the VCR atop their television. Specifically, it was 12:13PM. He then groaned out a little, feeling his father's dick under him, still somewhat hard. He giggled softly, squeezing his anus around it, causing his father to mutter pleasantly in his slumber. Slowly, the boy slid himself up and off of his dad, gasping and moaning lightly as it fully slid out. The father's thick, pink cock flopped onto his stomach, damp with his own seed. The boy hopped off the couch, falling to his feet elegantly, and then gazed at his father as he slept. He licked his lips as he looked at that cock, then grinned, shaking his head.

The boy blinked a bit. He tried to pull his arms away from each other, but they were stuck. He whined a little, trying more and more to pull them apart, but to no avail. He used his teeth to try to undo the knots of the nylon rope, but again, to no avail. He sighed softly, and just gave up for now. He pulled off his panties to the best of his bound abilities, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. He figured he's wake his father up anyhow.

"Dad," he groaned a little, trying to stir his father up. No answer.

He padded over to the elder rabbit and nudged at his cheek with his nosepad. "Daddy," he said a little louder. Still no answer.

The boy sighed, nudging his father a little more eagerly. "Dad!"

"Huhwha?" the father snored out, his eyes opening, shivering a little as he woke up, startled from his son.

"Can you untie me, daddy?" he said softly, bringing his paws to his father's sight. The father simply laughed, then nodded.

"Alright, under one condition. We've both been working up a sweat from all this mating. So after I untie you, you're going to start the shower, and I'm going to join you. Understand?"

The boy nodded a little, wiggling his fingertips. The father smiled at his son, gave the boy a sweet kiss to his forehead, and began to untie those knots. His fingers flew, and before the boy knew it, his hands were free. They quickly fell to his sides.

The father rolled over on the couch and gave his son's rump a spank. "Mmm, now go start that shower, sexy." The boy giggled a little. "Okay, daddy!" he said enthusiastically, eagerly dashing up the stairs to the bathroom to start the shower.

The bathroom door slowly opened and closed with the snikt of the latch. The elder rabbit smiled brightly at his son who was testing the warmth of the nozzle. Once he agreed with it, he pulled the pin, and the shower began. He perked and smiled at his father, then opened the shower door, sliding in, beckoning his father to follow with a single digit, before it disappeared behind the tinted glass.

With a deep churr and a lustful shudder, the father slowly followed his young, sexy little spawn into the shower, letting the tinted door slide closed behind him. The water was running down the boy's fur, beads of liquid dripping down his young, lithe body. The son looked up at his father with a warm, loving smile and gave him a gentle, loving nuzzle to his chest. The father kissed his son's forehead and grabbed the soap from its holder on the wall.

"Gonna get my lover all nice and clean," the father huskily whispered into his son's ear before giving it a little nibble.

The father brought his son into his arms and began to run the soap over his body in slow circles, starting at his chest. The young boy cooed and lifted his head, his eyes closing, ears falling behind his head as he brought his face up into the water. The father smiled, giving the boy's forehead a soft kiss as he ran that bar all over his son's front, letting it slide over his belly, running it back and fourth. The child giggled a little bit at that feeling.

The older rabbit brought his paws immediately to his son's thighs, making sure to skip the bits for now. He kneaded and rubbed into those soon-to-be powerful legs, massaging and rubbing at the muscles. The boy arched his back a little and moaned softly at the feeling of those strong, powerful, elderly and experienced hands rubbing the soap into his creamy white fur.

"Feels nice," the son said, pressing his paws against the wall, in a slightly bent-over position. This made the father grin, and begin to erect, but he held himself back for now.

The older rabbit brought his soapy paws to the boy's ankles, rubbing into his calves, then slowly ran his paws up to the boy's bottom, giving it a slight slap, causing the younger rabbit to coo and wiggle with glee.

"Rinse off. It's my turn now," the father said contently, grinning to his child. The boy giggled and nodded, then eagerly put himself under the stream of water. He then turned back to his father, the male who made him. The older rabbit handed his son the soap with a smile on his face. The young one loved to do this.

Quickly, the young rabbit brought his paws up to the older one's chest, making sure to be as slow as he possibly could with the caressing and kneading that is involved with cleaning someone up. The older rabbit lifted his head and groaned out contently, as he too enjoyed it when his little boy squeezed and caressed into his chest, a warm sigh leaving him when those soft, young, tender hands grazed over his nipples. The paws went lower, kneading into the stomach, wrapping around the elder's waist and pressing into those powerful waist muscles. They roamed to his thighs, his ankles, his feet, and finally, the boy, on his hams, looked up at his father and smiled.

"Rinse off," he said timidly, happily as well. The father nodded and did so. And once he was done, the boy lifted himself, giving his father's bits a little nuzzle and a little lick.

A gasp. "Oooh," the father groaned out in the tiled, wet shower. "I guess I still need cleaning," he stated in a deep, husky voice.

Without even missing a beat--or even responding, for that matter--the bunny-boy latched his lips right onto the head of his father's now rather quickly erecting member. He pressed his muzzle all the way to the base, letting it extend and press into his throat, causing the father to groan and press his paws to the back of his son's head.

"God, that's a good boy," the father moaned out, bucking out slightly into the boy's mouth.

Slowly, the young rabbit let his skilled, trained muzzle bob back and fourth on that dirty dick. The musky shaft was pumped back and fourth between tight, young, affectionate, loving lips. The young rabbit's tongue teased and licked along every inch of that thick shaft as it moved into the back of his throat only to slide out once again. His trained muscles squeezed tightly around the head of the shaft each time it made its way into his muzzle.

"Fuck," the father moaned hotly, arching his back and leaning forward, loving how well he's been able to train his boy to do this over the years. Every day, every night, they would do this, and every time, that young little cockslave would get better and better at it. The elder rabbit's thickness throbbed and drooled thick amounts of pre into the back of the young boy's muzzle, only causing him to moan and get hungrier for that cock.

"Mmm, stop," the elder said, and instantly, though reluctantly, the boy pulled his muzzle completely away from the thickness of his father, looking up at him with his damp face.

The bunny's dick had finally grown to its full potential, standing at a wonderfully powerful ten inches long.

"Give me the soap, sweety," the father said softly. The bunny slowly stood up and handed his father the soap, as requested. The elder churred, clutched the soap, and began to soap up his shaft slowly with one hand. The other slowly stroked and spread the soap about. There was a playful, but wicked grin on the father's face.

"Something else still needs cleaning up, my dear little son," the father said matter-of-factly, a warm smile on his face. The bunny's ears perked a little bit, listening. The father chuckled, placed the soap back down on the holder, then suddenly picked his son up by the waist. The boy gasped, blinking down at his father with a surprised look on his face. The father just smirked, spun the boy around, and pinned him to the wet shower wall. He grabbed the boy's rump and began to tease the head of his length right under his tail.

"Oh god, daddy," the boy whimpered, arching his back a little bit, his own young length erecting from his sheath rather quickly.

"Mmmm, yes, that's right, I need to clean this dirty little tailhole of yours, and my fingers won't reach deep enough," the father growled out. Without warning, he drove his soapy dick right under that teardrop tail. A loud whine resonated throughout the bathroom, bouncing off the walls of the shower itself--the origin, of course, was the boy. The young rabbit wrapped his arms around his father's neck, his legs around his waist, and leaned back against the wall. Of course, this only encouraged the elder rabbit to pin his son harder to the wall and slam up to the hilt. Every last inch of soapy rabbit dick was buried in the very hole of who was made by that same length.

"Daddy," the boy whimpered, pressing himself back against his father's crotch, making sure every last inch was under his tail.

"Gonna get you nice and clean, you dirty little boy," the father snarled out, then grabbed his son's neck in his jaws, squeezing his claws into that tight, perfect little bottom of his loving, affectionate, and overall, incredibly fucking sexy son.

"Take me daddy! Make me yours!" the boy screamed out, and within that instant, the rabbit began to slam away at his youngest, his eldest, his only child. Loud slaps of wet fur resonated throughout the room, steam came out through the top of the door of the shower, water spattered and spit at the floor and their backs. They were rutting nice and hard, the water surrounding them, getting them nice and wet, keeping them cool, keeping them clean as they mated like the very species they were born into.

That thick rabbit dick slid all the way to the very tip, pulling out of the younger rabbit's anal ring, forcing it to close up a little at the fact that nothing was holding it out, pressing it out to its hilt, and then shoved back to the hilt, forcing the ring to expand once more, to take that length. This was repeated over short amounts of time as the thickness, without heed whatsoever, slid back and fourth, forward and backward heavily and hard. One could rate the speed of the father's humping at about two or three thrusts per second. The boy was able to take it, however, as he had been well trained, used to his father suddenly taking him so quickly and without warning--especially with the lube of the soap around his length.

"Dad," the boy whimpered, rolling his head about, shivering at the hard bite on his neck. He clawed into his father's back, running his hands up and down. "Daddy if you keep that up I'm gonna cum really soon!" he whined out, his young little length throbbing with each heavy thrust his father gave him. He tightened himself around his father each time he hilted, milking that thick dick for all it was possibly worth, greedily attempting to suck every last drop of seed from the thick balls.

The elder rabbit, with a wicked grin and a loud growl, bit harder on his son's neck before speaking. "Don't cum until I do, sweety," the bunny said. The younger boy whimpered, moaning loudly at the bite--nearly orgasming there from the power of the bite taking his body--and nodded slowly, just squeezing his father on all fronts--with arms, with legs, with sweet, tight little boy hole.

With each powerful pass of the father's hips, his wet testicles slapped his son's rump. They made a loud sound each time they made contact with the boy's sexy bottom, and every once in a while, the father would meet the ball-slapping with a paw-slapping of his own, forcing the boy to moan out louder. All this rutting, and all that teasing earlier, however, was forcing the older rabbit to not last as long as he usually would.

"Oh fuck," the elder rabbit whined out, biting hard into his son's neck. He bit just hard enough not to pierce the skin, but to make the young boy think he was being pierced. They both squealed with delight and came at the exact same time. The father pounded away--four times per second--slapping his hips hard against his boy as he orgasmed. He moaned loudly into the child's neck, feeling that fluctuating, fluttering anus squeeze and release around his length as he shot round after round of every last drop of his heavy-set balls under his child's tail. The boy squealed with delight and pressed himself hard into his father's crotch, clawing hard into the older bunny's back, throwing his head back with immense pleasure, loving every second of receiving an orgasm that he received without touching himself whatsoever, staining his own fur and his father's.

It was when they both finished their climax that a dead silence came over the bathroom. The only thing that filled it was their heavy panting and the trickling of the shower water. They held each other for at least twenty minutes, basking in the afterglow of loving, affectionate sex. Slowly, the father pulled his spent cock out of his son, rinsed himself off, then turned off the shower. The young one slowly slid down the length of the shower wall and curled up into himself, churring with a deep, lust-satisfied delight.

The older rabbit smiled warmly at his creation, then rubbed slowly over the boy's headfur.

"That was nice," he stated simply, smiling down at his son.