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Derrick opened the door for his son, stepping just off to

the side to allow his brooding son inside. Inwardly, he sighed, wishing that

Peter and he had a better relationship instead of the cold, shell of a one they

pretended was alright; things had never been the same since Derrick had come

out to his wife as being bisexual. That was over ten years ago, when Peter had

been only eight, and now just after his maturing birthday things were still no

better. The unhappy cat kicked off his shoes, much to his father's annoyance,"Oi!" He called up, his voice gruff and hardened. Peter paid

no attention; go figure. The larger, older cat sighed bitterly to himself. He'd

turned out to be some father. He missed most of Peter's childhood once his wife

won the custody of him, and soon it became a question of Peter only seeing him

during a holiday once a year and on special occasions rather than the agreed

every other weekend and Wednesdays... Derrick cast his eyes towards the the picture of the three

of them hung in the hall; he had his arm wrapped around Eleanor's, his wife, shoulder

whist his other paw cupped her own. She held the bundle of fluff he now called

Peter, his son. The picture had been taken three months after their cub was

born, and Derrick remembered the following seven years with mounting misery; he

had descended into an internal depression he refused to share, and battled with

conflicting emotions. He loved his wife. Eleanor and Peter were his whole

world, and he wanted nothing more than to keep them from harm. But a dark,

niggling corner of his mind made him trawl through the internet, gawping at the

sight of young, skinny men, unashamedly exposing themselves for the camera.

Then he'd moved to videos, from kink to kink until eventually he was well

versed in the art of homosexuality. He believed it stemmed from a series of gay

experiences with some friends on time during the summer holidays; either that

or he simply liked both sexes. Eventually he boiled it down to one conclusion.

He was bisexual, and happy about it. Telling Eleanor though had been an ordeal... He took her aside

one night after a romantic evening, and he could tell by her body language and

the hazy eyes that she expected an equally steamy night. But Derrick had taken

her aside and told her the truth, about how he felt, and that he was honestly

and fully in love with her, but that he liked guys too. She apparently didn't

like it, and after a violent and angry tirade of colourful insults, she stormed

out the house after hastily packing bags for both her and Peter. He never saw

her again until he received a letter from her solicitor that she wanted a

divorce and that she would take Peter. He gladly accepted the divorce, but

fought tooth and nail for his son. He lost - in more ways than one.Peter had grown up into a fine young man at the paws of his

mother and stepfather. Fred had been more of a dad than Derrick could have been

anyway, despite the cats desperate attempts to show the more financially secure

and defiantly straight panther up. He was not unlike his father, with a strong

build and courageous personality, but Derrick saw everything that reminded him

of Eleanor in the kid. They shared the same smile, the same sparkling eyes, and

even had the same tastes of food, music, and all sorts. It was incredibly

unfair, as every time Derrick now saw his son his mind was cast back to the

good days where he had Eleanor. The big cat growled to himself, and shrugged off the

battered brown leather jacket, tossing it over the bannister and heading into

the kitchen. There was a message left on the answering machine, the red

blinking light innocently telling him that someone had called. He thumbed the

'play' key, and busied himself tidying up the table in preparation for dinner

tonight as he listened."Hey, Derrick, hi...

It's me, Sam. Listen... Last night was great, and I had a really fun time. You

certainly know how to impress a guy, but... Um... I don't think things are going to

work out. You're an awesome guy, don't get me wrong, but see, I've met this

other guy and I think he and I have more chemistry than we ever did so... Sorry?

Anyway, sorry again for wasting your time, you're a good man, don't give up

hope, and I wish you and your son luck for the future. Bye!"Derrick had stopped clearing the table. The papers in his

hand were scrunched up, his fists unconsciously balling up in anger. How dare

that son of a bitch dump him on the phone! He might not have minded if the guy

had shown up in person, or even then at least called and talked to him on the

phone and not just leave a message like a coward. With a seething snarl forming

in his throat, the cat counted down from ten slowly in his head; he'd often had

quite the temper, and before Peter was born he'd attended anger management

classes at his wife's request. He'd always been somewhat of a problem child

when he was younger, and had associated with the wrong crowd - he bore the

marks to prove it, with tattoos and a rugged, rough look which he still

maintained for the sheer sexiness her believed it had.He stroked over his dark brown goatee, sighing with a bitter

resentment for Sam. That guy had been a size queen, and had been draping

himself over all the big guys from the very first moment they'd met. Derrick

knew he had been fooling himself into believing that he'd genuinely wanted a

relationship when he'd finally settled on him. They had shared a bed that night

after they'd gone out clubbing. Maybe he was just getting too old for the

dating scene...A heavy sense of loneliness washed over him, and then

settled on top of his chest. He hated this... a huge, empty house, an empty bed,

and a wedding ring that had been tainted by the ruined marriage he longed to

once more have. All he had left now was Peter, and even then it was a sour,

hollow victory that left a rank taste in his mouth. Derrick fought back tears

as he headed abruptly out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Peter's room was

the first on the left, and he entered swiftly only to met by the most jaw

dropping sight.Peter was completely naked, with his paw wrapped tightly

around his pre-slick length, his laptop on top of his hold childhood table with

some young effeminate looking husky getting pounded hard by a furious looking

bull.There was a moment of awkward silence as Derrick realised he'd

walked in on his son jacking off whilst Peter had to take a moment to figure

out there was someone behind him. Their eyes met, and they shared a long, dark

moment where neither spoke nor moved. "Um..." Derrick drawled, the bitterness of his life forgotten

in that instant, replaced with the shock of seeing his son naked. He fought

back the bulge that grew in his pants; it was his own son for goodness sake!

"Hey?"Peter didn't respond. He just gulped nervously as he carried

on staring at his father. Derrick was at a loss as to what to do. Should he

reprimand him? He hadn't technically done anything wrong - he'd whacked off to

some guy getting buggered by a hung male plenty of times, especially when he

was younger - and though Derrick wasn't really comfortable with the thought

that he was doing it right now where all his old memories of a young cub were -

Derrick had never gotten around to clearing the room of all the sentimental

childhood toys and trinkets; it always saddened him whenever he tried to take

them down - he didn't see any other way around it. It wasn't even illegal

either; Peter was eighteen now. He'd reach the final level of adulthood. The

silence continued, and Derrick caught sight of Peter's eyes, those eyes that

looked so much like Eleanor's, flitting down his body and towards his now

growing bulge. The younger cat licked his lips, and suddenly derrick realised

that he wasn't on the only one with fucked up incestuous thoughts. "Oh Pete..." He cooed softly, his crotch taking over for him

as years of not being there and all the times he'd let either himself or Peter

down were all swept away. His lips abruptly met Peter's, and they shared a kiss

that t first his son didn't reciprocate. Derrick panicked, thinking he'd made a

poor judgement, but then he felt the warm tip of Peter's tongue meet his own,

pressing against his mouth. The kid even smelt like her... His fur had the same

elegant touch against his own, and their bodies were identical in their slender

and grace.He held Peter's heavy weight against him, grinding his

crotch against his son's own nakedness, and his was cast back to times from

when he and Eleanor would take a romantic night just to themselves... His eyes

clenched shut in the memory, and for a moment he simply forgot he was holding

Peter and envisioned Eleanor there instead. He inhaled much more sharply,

letting her scent fill his senses, overwhelming him. His paws ran along her

sides, cupping her hips until he reached down and took each of her cheeks into

his palms, kneading them and spreading them, letting his bulge grind against

her needing hole. Parting his lips when he heard the groans of bliss, he

pressed his mouth against hers and she obediently gave him entrance, suckling

on his tongue like she always did so cutely. He laid claim to her mouth,

dominating it with his thick muscles as he feasted her delicious taste. "I've been watching

you dad..." He breathed as he broke the kiss, both of them blissfully playing

ignorant of the fact they were related. Peter whispered as he restrained

himself, "Whenever I've stayed over and you're showering, when you bring other

people home with you... I've seen a lot, and there's stuff online..." Fuck... that

was how Derrick had started. He was determined not to let his son fall suspect

to the disasters that lay ahead of him. He would support his son, and make sure

he understood his sexuality to its every corner. "Please dad... let me make you

happy again. I want us to be happy

again."The young adult cat slid to the floor, watching his father

with beady eyes as those paws continuously rubbed over his crotch. Derrick made

no attempt to stop him, and instead breathed heavily, his chest heaving from

the force as though it took all his effort to breathe. His thoughts were

clouded with an eerie sharpness and hazy lust as Peter reached for the button

to his fly, undoing it with a little clumsiness. He heard the stark zip as he

then pulled the fly down, the waistband of his jeans suddenly becoming slack.

He felt his bulge grow an inch or two more, and Peter's eyes fluttered as the

dark scent of musk hit his nose. Acting on impulse, the cat pressed his nose

hard against the sweaty fabric and breathed in. Derrick moaned loudly, his paw

snaking to the back of his son's head and holding him there, feeling the wind

rush around his junk and driving him wild. "Pete... why don't you pull my underwear down and give your

old man a kiss..." Peter obliged, using his caressing paws to prise down the big

cat's briefs. He felt the cool air wash onto his swollen sheath and apple-sized

balls. Peter planted several kisses along his dad's sheath, tonguing the balls with

an excellent precision that made Derrick doubt that this was his son's first

time. He groaned, sighing as he rolled his head back, his eyes slid shut. He

felt his member begin to slip free of its warm moist confines. Peter gave a

gasp of surprise followed by a low grunt, and he improvised by kissing the very

tip of his father's cock. He was rewarded with a sticky glob of Derrick's heavy

pre, and he smacked his lips, marvelling at the bitter taste that seemed to

make his palette crave for more. He opened his mouth, accepting the thickening

meat into his tiny maw and began to suck, much like he'd seen many furs do the

same before him. Derrick had to resist the urge to buck into his son's

clutching throat, feeling the head push deeper and deeper down. He was startled

when Peter's nose was shoved deeply into his pubic fur, glancing down to see

his entire length buried down his son's gullet. It would seem that he had

inherited his father's lack of a gag reflex, and Peter was using it to his

advantage. He felt the muscles contract and massage his pink cock, and he very

nearly came at the sight of such a young, small, graceful male blowing him off

so well and taking him so deeply. "Peter... do you know what daddy does to the people he brings

home?" His son shook his head in a guise of innocence, though Derrick could see

by the look behind his eyes that he knew every sordid detail. "Daddy fucks

them," Derrick stated bluntly, looking down at Peter as he continued to glide

backwards and forwards over his engorged dick, "And I want to fuck you..."A lusty, seductive shine glimmered in his son's eyes, and

Peter nodded, letting his father's cock slurp from his muzzle. It made the younger

cat shiver as he felt the wet pop quiver on his lips. His father raised up a

paw to stop him for a second,"We'd best get me out of these clothes first..." Peter nods once more; Derrick took his time as he peeled

away his clothes. However he was shocked to find the eager paws of his son

helping him out of his garments. He stepped out of his boxers and jeans,

kicking them aside as his son pulled up his shirt. It was tossed away to join

the other discarded clothes. Soon they stood there, both naked, and Derrick ate

up the sight of his son; he had aged through puberty well and boasted a

beautiful body, with the softest of furs and a glorious blend of gold and

brown. His markings were almost identical to his own, and he had such a

gorgeous face that embodied everything of Eleanor's. His cock throbbed at the

thought of fucking his kid, feeling himself plough through tight flesh. His son

was a handsome man, and Derrick was proud of him in every way.The older cat sat back onto the edge of the bed and spread his

legs apart. Reaching down, he picked up his son by the backs of his thighs, and

drew him close. The majority of his weight now rested against Derrick's chest,

and gripping each cheek with his beefy paws and pulled apart the cute boy's

ass. His head ground against the boy's tight hole, the velvet skin sending

tingling jolts of pleasure down his length. He pressed his forehead against his

son's as though to brace him,"This might hurt..." He spoke softly, gently rubbing their

heads together. Derrick assumed that though his son was rehearsed in such acts,

he wasn't quite up to par with him on taking such a huge piece of meat. Peter

grimaced, preparing himself for the worst as Derrick began to lower him. At

first there was a whimper of pain as his thick head speared the boy's hole, and

he whined as the barbs grated along the rim. But the agonised expression on his

son's face soon melted away into one of content and increasing pleasure; his

tool dug deeper and deeper into Peter's hole until the boy lay flush with his

lap, "Good boy... such a juicy boy." He gave a tentative thrust, feeling his pre

shoot and lubricate the clenching hole, "My

juicy boy."Derrick bounced Peter in his lap, and the boy whimpered and

moaned as electrifying pulses coursed through his body. His manhood, though not

quite fully formed, stood at its fullest hardness, dribbling over Derrick's

treasure trail that led up to the thick bush on his chest. The boy's paws ran

through his coarser fur, and tugged on it as he grunted, the massive cock

reworking his insides. He could feel his innards contort and mould around his

father's meat, and it pleased him to see his dad in such pleasure. His eyes

were glistening with the pride of seeing his son take to his cock so well.

Their tails intertwined, the boy's much smaller tail, adorned with an adorable

green ribbon, wound itself with his father's. 

They danced like that for a while, their tails coiled around each other

and Derrick's length throbbing inside his son's rump. Peter could feel the

searing heat, both pleasant and piercing. He could feel something build behind

his abdomen, his muscles tensing and his balls beginning to churn. He couldn't

pinpoint the feeling; the sensation was bizarre and unyielding to him. Trying

desperately to cry out to his father, Peter felt something inside him break,

like a dam bursting forth and overflowing. It erupted through his loins, and he

mewled at the top of his lungs, sticky strands of young cum spraying itself

across the bearded face of his father. Derrick merely chortled, licking up the

few globs that fell across his lips, murring at the delectable taste. It was

sweeter than other men he'd come across, and it had a richer consistency. It

drove him on, his own balls readying themselves to blow a pent up load deep

into his boy's ass. He warned his boy,"Get ready kid... I'm gonna reward my good boy." He carried on fucking his boy hard and fast, grinding the

last few inches into his tightened hole. It soon became unbearable, and he blew

his nut deep into Peter's ass. He felt himself cumming hard into the warmth folds

of his boy's insides. The young cat whimpered and mewled as he felt the loads

of cum pouring into his gut. Quickly he filled up, his gut feeling heavy and

bloated with the seed that made him, his rim barely containing all the huge

loads. Gloopy strings began to leak out, bursting from his hole, and he looked

over his shoulder as his father moaned in bliss. He grinned, elated, to see cum

flooding from his ass, grinding onto his father's lap."I love you dad," He said in a hushed voice, his tone oozing

the love he felt. Derrick kissed his son passionately with a hint of

tenderness, his tongue swimming inside the boy's delightful mouth,"I love you too son..."