Everyone in the Smith household was fast asleep, dreaming the night away.
Well...
Almost everyone.
Morty Smith lay awake in his bed; filthy thoughts of a certain family member swirled around in his head. He had grown used to having these reoccurring thoughts since he was 14. How could he not have these feelings for his grandpa Rick? After years of chasing Jessica and failing, Rick was always there to pick up the pieces.
At first, Morty was sickened by these feelings. Who wouldn't be? Incest is highly frowned upon. However as time went on, Morty found himself caring less and less about what was "right" or what was "wrong". He had these feelings, and anything that felt this good couldn't be all bad, right?
Morty slipped his left hand into his underwear - which was a pair stolen from Rick- and lightly brushed his fingertips over his dick. He shuddered slightly as he imagined Rick's hand down there.
It was difficult keeping his feelings for his grandpa hidden. On one too many occasions he's had to hide an erection, lest his grandpa Rick notice.
His phone buzzed. With his free hand, Morty checked it. There was a message from Rick: 'Can you come down here a sec.' Morty's heart started racing. He took his hand out of his underwear, threw the covers off of himself, and jumped out of bed.
What could Rick want? Did he somehow know what Morty was about to do?
When he got downstairs, Rick was sitting on the couch watching tv in his underwear. Rick noticed him and patted the seat. "Come sit next to grandpa. The new episode of Ball Fondlers is on."
"Uuh - O-okay." Morty said in his usual stutter as he did as he was told.
"Wait a second," Rick looked over at Morty. "Is that my underwear?" Morty knew he fucked up. He was so worried about what Rick wanted, that he didn't put on his own underwear. He was about to apologize, but Rick turned away from him and focused on the television. "Ah whatever."
Morty nearly sighed with relief, but caught himself. Rick put his arm around Morty. He could barely keep himself from blushing. "Ahem, Morty." Rick said, taking his arm off of him. "Can you go take care of that?"
"Take care of wh-" Morty looked down at his crotch. He didn't even notice that he had an erection. Quickly, he jumped to his feet and ran, embarrassed, to his room upstairs.
He practically threw off his underwear as soon as his door closed, and began rubbing his dick. He couldn't help but think of Rick again, quickening his pace as he imagined his grandfather jacking him.
The door opened and Rick walked in, an obvious bulge in his pants. Morty moved to cover up but Rick grabbed his arm. "You have feelings for your grandpa don't you, squirt?" He whispered in Morty's ear. Morty simply nodded. He was too embarrassed to speak. "Well," Rick said seductively as he slipped off his own underwear. "That's all I needed to hear." he wasted no time in pushing Morty onto his bed.
"G-grandpa Rick-"
Rick shushed him. "You call me daddy when we're alone." He waited. "DO IT."
"D-daddy." Morty squeaked out. Rick's erection grew in response.
His breath caught in his throat as Morty boldly grabbed his erection and began pumping it with his hand. Rick grabbed Morty's wrist. "You don't run the show, you little slut." Hearing his grandpa call him a slut made Morty's heart skip a beat. "Now suck it." He commanded.
"Yes, daddy." Morty said before he wrapped his lips around his grandpa's erection and began to suck.
Before Rick knew it, he was close to cumming. He pulled his dick out of his grandson's mouth. "Now, I'm gonna fuck your tiny little asshole. You're not gonna complain or I will drag it on. Understand?" Morty nodded in anticipation. "Bend over. On your knees." Morty complied, and Rick mounted him from behind. He slowly slid his way in, and Morty moaned.
He started to rock his hips in and out of his slutty grandson, slowly picking up the pace with his thrusts. "Stroke your own dick while I'm taking you." He commanded. Unsurprisingly, Morty did what he was told. Rick started ramming his dick into his grandson's ass, eliciting louder moans of both pain and pleasure.
Morty knew he was close. He stroked his dick faster to match Rick's thrusts. Rick made one final thrust, and he was balls deep. His cum spilled out of his dick and into his grandson's ass. He pulled out and they both collapsed onto the bed. "There's more where that came from." Rick whispered seductively in Morty's ear.