"Hey, dad"
Zach Florrick, son of the ex State's Attorney Peter Florrick, said as he entered his father's room where he, fresh out of jail, was hanging his clothes and stood at the door with his hands behind his back. He still couldn't believe to have his beloved father back home. Just think of the fun things they could do...
"Do you have a minute?" He added. "There's something that I want to show you"
"Of course, Zach. What's it about?" Peter asked kindly as he put in order his last shirt and turned to his son chomping at the bit.
"Well..." Zach replied vaguely, finally showing what he was hiding behind his back. A whipped cream can. "I bought this as soon as I learned that you were coming home. I thought we could have used it to celebrate your return. I always had a thing for whipped cream..." Peter swallowed hard as his son closed the door behind him and locked it.
"Zach, w-what are you doing?" Peter nervously inquired, watching him shake the can while approaching. The look in his eyes... It was unmistakable. Lust. Lust and desire. The ex State's Attorney keep a cool head and backed off as his son moved purposefully towards him, till he found himself with his back against the closet and his body crashed against Zach's. "Zach, we can't... What had happened in jail... It was a mistake"
"I don't believe you" Zach rebutted, grasping the hem of his father's shirt and ripping it open much to Peter's surprise. He was shocked. He would have never expected that from his child. No way. He had no time to do something about it that Zach pointed the can nozzle over his father right nipple and squirted.
"Fuck..." Peter moaned at the feeling of cold whipped cream against his heated skin. He felt both his nipples hardening as well as his cock twitching into his tight pants and, before he knew it, Zach was at his bud, licking it up. "Zach, stop... Your mother and sister are in the other room..."
Zach didn't, though. He just smugly closed his mouth around his father's cream-covered nipple and sucked on it, hard. The ex State's Attorney had to clench his fists and grit his teeth not to cry out as his son sucked him clean adeptly. It wasn't until he was sure there was no leftover on his father's skin that he pulled back, only to squirt another thick stripe of whipped cream down his chest to his navel. Peter closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he felt Zach's warm tongue follow the trail of white foam lower and lower till... his senses came back in a rush and he placed his palms on his son's shoulders, pushing him away.
"Dad, I-"
"Shh... I just got the thing for you, kid..." Peter cut in with a whisper, grabbing his own crotch and smirking. Keenly, Zach knelt down before him and watched his father in anticipation as he unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to his ankles. Next, it was his tight boxers to go and soon his semi-hard cock was dangling in front of his son's stun face. "What's up, son? You look like you've seen a monster. Don't tell me that you're scared of your daddy's dick..." Peter joked, wrapping his hand around his shaft and stroking it a couple times to full hardness.
"I actually..." Zach wavered, overcome. He just still couldn't get used to the size of his father's hairy balls and big cock. 9 inches long and beer-can thick... Damn. He could feel his jaw ache already and he so fucking liked it. He was all streamed up about it. Greedily, he shook the whipped cream can again and then, squirting it plentifully over Peter's cock, took the head mushroom head into his mouth, his tongue swirling all over it. "Mhmm..."
The musky taste of his father's cock mixed with the sweetness of the cream was a perfect match, so bittersweet... Encouraged, Zach took his chances and tried to go further down on the shaft as Peter slid his fingers into his dark hair and tightened 'em into fists. It wasn't easy for him to fight his urges, let alone open his eyes. The ex State's Attorney knew that just looking down at his son with his cock in his mouth would have been enough to make him desist or, even worse, make him cum prematurely. No, he couldn't let it happen.
Zach hummed in appreciation as slick precum started to ooze out of his father's cock and filled his mouth, combining with the other flavors. Aroused by it, the little man threw the whipped cream can on the bed beside him and wrapped his now-free hand around the base of Peter's cock, bobbing his head up and down over it. He could only take half of his father's length but skillfully used his hand to stroke what he couldn't suck, making his parent lose control.
"Fuck, yeah!" Peter shouted, out of his mind, as he reached to the back of his son's head and pushed him roughly onto his cock. Zach, caught off-guard, could do nothing but tense up and gag at the sudden arm-twisting. He instinctively tried to pull back but Peter held him still so he just tried to relax. He had been there before. He had already deep-throated his father. He could do it. He could d- Abruptly, without a warning, Peter rocked his hips forward, pushing in the last couple inches left, and Zach found himself with his nose buried in his father's dark pubic bush. Then, not giving him a minute, Peter started fucking his son's mouth properly, thrusting in and out of it with erratic movements. Zach could just choke, tears rolling down his red face and split dripping from the corners of his mouth as the head of his father's cock hit the back of his throat and his balls smacked against his chin with every lunge. As he kept his ferocious humping, Peter, with his eyes still shut, grunted of pleasure like an animal in heat, feeling his son's throat muscles rippling along his shaft and therefore his orgasm approach. "Oh, fuck... I'm close, kid..."
At those words, Zach flinched and hopelessly moved his hands to his father's groin, trying to push him away. No. He didn't want this. It wasn't what he had planned. Eventually, with a great effort, he gathered all his strength and managed to come to Peter's attention who immediately opened his eyes and stopped, letting go of his grip on his son. "I... I don't want you... to fuck my mouth..." Zach panted between the words, trying to regain his breath. He sounded and looked very worn out. Peter felt sorry for him and reached out a hand to wipe out his tears when Zach slapped it away. "I don't want you to fuck my mouth. I want you to fuck me!"
Peter's jaw dropped. He... He was shocked. Zach had just asked him to... No. He couldn't. He already felt bad for fucking his face, but his ass... It was wrong. More than wrong. It was incest and- Just like that, his eyes laid on his son staring at him with a brave face and something clicked. His brain turned off and pure animal instinct turned on. Not knowing how or why, he bent over and picked Zach up, putting him on his shoulders. Before he knew it, the little Florrick was thrown on his parents' bed and his shoes were taken away.
"You sure you want this?" Peter asked lasciviously as he abruptly removed the shreds of his shirt and exposed his built-fat body. Zach just nodded quickly while busy unfastening his belt. That was what he had always dreamed about. His secret desire. Having sex with the man who conceived him. So hot... In no time, thanks to a little help from his father, all of his lower clothes were removed and he just lay there with his 6 inches cock, noticeably twitching and already leaking precum. Eager, Peter watched as Zach, without needing to be told to, lifted his legs and revealed his puckered hole, almost giving his father a fucking heart attack. "God, Zach... You're a virgin!?"
The boy just looked away and blushed embarrassed, turning Peter on more. Damn... He had popped a lot of cherries but Zach's... He was his flesh and blood. He couldn't just fuck him like it didn't mean anything. It was really something... The ex State's Attorney's attention was drawn to the shiny can of whipped cream left all alone on the corner of the bed and a dirty idea came up to his twisted mind. With a quick motion, he leaned in and grabbed it, shaking it a bit. Then, he turned back to his son and, with an even quicker motion, shoved the can nozzle up his ass, pushing down. Zach didn't actually feel it at first but then almost screamed at the sensation of cold cream filling him up. It was something new to him. Shit... Would his father's seed have felt the same? With that rudeness which characterized him, Peter took the can away and threw it behind his back, bluntly. Zach didn't have time to whimper at the loss that his father was at his hole, sucking the cream out and teasing his tight ring of muscle. He worked his warm tongue in and out enthusiastically while enjoying the sweet taste of his son's ass. He could have kept on slurping him forever but the thought of fucking Zach, of taking bis virginity, was enough to stop him. Restlessly, Peter pulled back and gripped his son's hips, quickly pulling him to the edge of the bed. Then, with no ifs or buts, he lined up his cock with his hole and pushed.
"Stop dad, stop!" Zach screamed out in agony as the swollen head of his father's cock stretched his ass out and, overcoming its initial resistance, finally popped inside. It was the most excruciating pain he had ever experienced. He felt like getting split in two. Despite his son's pleas and cries, Peter didn't stop and kept going. Zach's ass was too good to pass up. Definitely, the tighter one he had fucked in a while... As soon as half of his huge shaft had slid into the smaller body, the ex State's Attorney leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against his son's. Anyway, Zach was too occupied taking deep breaths and relaxing to kiss him back. Was that really sex? Was that how it was suppose to feel? 'Cause it hurt. It fucking hurt like hell. He couldn't hold back the tear rolling down his cheek and- Out of the blue, with one last thrust, his father eventually bottomed out inside of him and he couldn't help but screamed out in ecstasy as waves of pleasure coursed through his body. Somehow, the head of Peter's cock had hit and kept hitting something inside him that just made him jerk in place. It was then that Zach realized the pain had subsided and it actually felt good. Maybe too good... To his surprise, the little Florrick came untouched between the sparse space between his and his father's bodies, shooting 6 loads of thin, sticky cum forcefully. "Oh, Jesus!"
"Fuck, Zach!" Peter groaned as his son's walls tightened and contracted around his monster cock. The intensity and the heat of it were what made him lose any remaining inhibitions and buck his hips at the pleasure, ramming into Zach's ass like a madman. God, it was tight! He wouldn't have lasted long... Wishful to enjoy every single second of it, Peter returned to his son's lips and kissed him slowly, sensually, never stopping fucking him in earnest. All Zach could do was lie there and take it, take it all. Soon, his father's thrusts grew erratic and uncontrolled and then he felt something warm and squishy flowing into his ass. Spunk. His father's spunk. He lost count after the tenth spurt of warm, thick seed as Peter didn't stop pounding him for a sec, making the bed creak with every movement. Only after a good 5 minutes he slowed down till stop and rolled off his son, panting. "Sorry, that was quick..."
"But intense" Zach commented, all sweaty and labored as he turned on his side. He would have told it was all just a dream if it weren't for the pain in his ass. "Think I won't be able to walk tomorrow. Perhaps, I could skip school and stay home. With you"
Peter just smiled and leaned in to give his son a sweet kiss on the forehead.