It isn't easy being the guy with a parent who's banged the entire local population of single, available men. You'd like to say you're exaggerating. You'd like to say you walked through a little alternate dimension in the wall like in Coraline, even. Though you can't confirm the latter, you don't exactly remember a lot from your past. Maybe, just maybe, this is all on you.The world is full of Motherfuckers. Every single guy you see is another target for your mother to bang. She asked you to get one of your teacher's numbers before you dropped out of high school, and she didn't stop there. You're pretty sure she's flirting with your new primary physician. It doesn't end....At least, that's what you would've said a couple of years ago. She's actually married a guy, settled down, and even moved you and the lucky man into a nicer home. You suspect his money is more valuable to her than his heart. It makes you sick to think about until you remember that you're enjoying a finished basement to yourself because of him.What can you say? You like him. You're not into him, because he's twice your age, and married to your mother. In fact, you've never even been in a relationship in your life. You like sex, but you've never really cared who it's been with. Girls aren't your thing, and that's the extent. Guys your age did the job. You remember a bully from high school that gave you a nice pounding after a nice pounding.You didn't realize he was the exception. Not until you recontextualize the last twenty-something years of your life, watching different, older men walk in and out of your family, out of your life. You've called more men "father" and "dad" than you can remember the number of.It's just your luck that you can remember being infatuated with each and every single one of them, ever since you were capable of feeling the complex emotions of humanity. You didn't know why you were so excited whenever she brought home a new guy, you just knew you liked meeting an older man who was desperate for your approval. A high you'd feel again, and again, and again...A high that stopped so abruptly that it forced you to realize just how depraved your feelings really were.

• Go upstairs and get yourself some breakfast.

You wipe the grogginess from your eyes, pushing your bangs out of your face and clipping them back with a hairpin. The world is wrong, and it's your oyster. You can do whatever you want, forever."Good morning, ████!"Your stepfather Wade calls your name from across the kitchen, currently manning the stovetop. All you can smell are the bacon and eggs, but you notice the dust covering his shirt. He mixed some batter and put some muffins in the oven, just for you.You hate that he's been in your life for this long, but...Okay, yeah. You really want to fuck him. You can't even be subtle about it when he's doing something like this for you.Look at him.

• Look at him. Seriously.

He's not impressively tall. He sure isn't ripped. There's no muscles bulging out of his shirt, but he's got his hair pulled into a short little ponytail over his left shoulder. There's holes in his ears you can still see from when he had his ears pierced as a kid—a little rebel, a goddamn freak, just like you.You've been thinking about him a lot lately. Obsessively, in fact. He leaves his phone unlocked for you when he uses the bathroom, and you've used it to your advantage.There was a lot of porn in his untouched browser history, to say the least. Remarkable for such a doting man, but that isn't the half of it.You can still remember how young those porn stars looked. The ones getting railed by guys twice their age and graying. The dick between their legs.It got you hot. Just thinking about it does. You're really not cut out for this whole breakfast thing, but your mom isn't home, and your stomach is growling. You just aren't hungry for muffins.

• Wave.
• Sit down at the table.

You wave to him. He shoots you a cheesy grin back before going back to his cooking, lest he burn it. "Come have a seat, kiddo."

• Sit down at the table.

You settle down, relaxing yourself. You're still tired, but that matters less to you than filling your stomach.Sex is sex. Muffins are muffins.You're kinda hungry for both.

• Wait for muffins.

Wade makes a mean blueberry muffin. Homemade batter, brown sugar crumble on top, and just ever so slightly under baked so the inside is nice and tasty. How could you ever refuse when he's offering?"Smells good." You sit back in your seat. "What's on the menu?""I'm sure you already know you're getting blueberry muffins." Wade smirks as he looks back at you. "I've also prepared you some homemade frosted flakes and a matcha latte to get your day started. Would you like them now?""Sure."Wade might be the only dad in the whole world who makes homemade cereal. Well, maybe the only secular dad. You've asked him about it before, and his answer has always been the same—food just tastes better when it's homemade.Out of the plastic container, into a bowl, farm fresh milk poured on top. He makes your matcha latte just the way you like it while you munch on your breakfast. By the time you're half-way through, he's placed it down on your placemat with a satisfied smile.You barely have time to look up before his hand comes down on your head, scrubbing your hair."You're such a sweet boy, Anon."

• Look into his eyes.

With your eyes unobscured by your bangs, you're blinded by the warmth in his smile. Your jaw hangs open slack, his gaze turning into a squint as he lowers himself."Silly boy. You've got a crumb stuck to your lip."He reaches out his thumb to brush it away.

• Stop him.

"W-Wait!" You grab his palm before he can reach your face. "Don't—don't dirty your hand."You shouldn't have to tell him to pick up a napkin, but perhaps it's on you for not realizing Wade's true intentions in such an act."Is that so?" Wade leans his face in a little closer. Too close. "I suppose you're right. Here, let me clean you off properly."He closes the gap between your faces before you have a chance to react. His lips are on yours, suckling them with a ferocity too lewd to be considered familial. You feel the crumb brush against his tongue, swiping across your mouth before swallowing both you and the offending piece in.

• Kiss him back.

Your opposing appetite has paid off. No wonder. A kiss with a man like this was always going to feel better after indulging in his cooking. Wealthy, attractive, and good in the kitchen, he's a man who has it all, a man who's far too good for your mother to have all to herself.You slide your tongue past his lips and into his mouth. You can taste his morning brew and feel his reluctance to continue. Every second you mash your tongues together sends him further and further off the rails, until finally, the man who kissed you first is doing it again. He isn't holding back this time, and you find yourself close to choking on his tongue when he reciprocates with a force triple to yours."...Wade," you whisper, your toes curling into the tile beneath your feet. "Fuck.""Ha...Ahaha..." A nervous laugh turns into a moan, his hand tugging gently on the locks covering your neck. "My word. You're really encouraging this, aren't you...?""...Uh-huh." You swallow hard. "But you started it."A reminder. He can't back out now. Not when he discovers just how creepy of a little daddy's boy you are.

• Replace your chair for a seat atop the kitchen isle.

He doesn't let you go when you move. You squeeze between him and the countertop, feeling the tightness of his underwear beneath his pajama bottoms. Your thigh brushes against it once, twice, and then another, until you've turned him into a rutting beast. Rather than a carnivore, he's a stag as he pins you down and lifts you to his level.He can't stop looking at your leaking cock. You're wearing a pair of panties under your pajamas, but you've soaked through both. No wonder he's so fixated.

• He's looking so intently. Let him touch you.

"I'd say you could take a picture," you begin, "y'know, so it'll last longer...but..."He waits for your response. Even when he's panting, he's as patient as ever."I really...Really wish you'd just touch me instead." A bead of sweat rolls down your forehead. "You can feel how wet I am for yourself..."His cheeks darken, even as his eyes cloud with that same insatiable lust as before. With an arm wrapped around your lower half, his palm clutching your ass, he proceeds nevertheless. His hand is shaking as he drags it over to palm your crotch."...A-Anon..."You've never heard such a breathy tone from him. He usually keeps himself so composed, but you're his unraveling. Stroke, stroke, he feels you down, going from your meager dick to your leaking pussy, all behind two layers of clothes.

• Listen to his confession.

After more stepfathers than you can remember, it was bound to happen eventually. That doesn't mean you can believe it any. As easy as it might've been, you'd beg to differ. After all...You've waited too long. You'd like to think that Wade feels the same."Dear, sweet Anon..."You genuinely don't expect him to be capable of something like this, and yet...Here you are, your legs being lifted, and your heels landing over his shoulders. The ease at which he holds you is a perfect reminder of how small you really are, especially compared to him.No wonder you've fantasized about every man who's entered your life. They're all so much bigger than you, so much older than you—even someone like Wade can manipulate your body to his will.

• Close your eyes. Let him touch you. Think about how much easier this was than you thought it would be.

"You...You don't have any idea—just how badly I've wanted to do this to you..."He whispers it sweetly in your air, goosebumps forming on your arms. The feeling is mutual. If that's the case, then...How long did Wade spend pining after you? How many nights alone with him could've amounted to something more? You see missed opportunities in everything you've experienced over this tender year with him. You think about their wedding with a frown. God, it could've been you getting railed in that wedding dress."Then...Let's catch up, yeah?" You're begging him with a smile, your hips gently thrusting up into his hand to add friction to this touch that isn't enough. "You and me, just...Doing this, because we've wanted to for forever."This very short forever between you has lasted long enough. You suppose that the wary househusband spreading your legs agrees.To your surprise, he kisses you again, a hand going down into your pants to assist in forcing them off. Your panties, too, soaked and sweet-smelling, are discarded onto the tile floor. When he feels what you have to offer him amidst kisses, he has to check if what's between your legs is actually real. It's because of that you're still smiling when he pulls away."...You...You're such a handsome boy down here, too." He can't take his eyes off of the cock between your legs, nor the extra dripping hole you have to entice him further. "The handsomest there is...I-I had no idea...""...Well, you never asked." Another grin, and it's tantalizing enough to get the dick behind his apron twitching. "You don't have to be shy, you know...Even if you're my stepdad."Dad, that's right. A fetish you just can't shake. "Speaking of...do you want me to call you Wade? Or...""Dad," he responds, unable to catch his breath. "Please, son...I'm your father, so you ought to refer to me as such."

• Squeeze your thighs together.

His face is so close to your genitals. Close, but not close enough. You pull him down, and force his head to lower directly into your cunt."Mmngh..."Son, son... That's what his eyes are telling you. You could stare into them for hours, even in a position that has your body lifted like this. You'd sacrifice comfort for sexual gain any fucking day of the week, and you're doing just that. You've never felt so pent-up and desperate before."Do you like how I taste, Dad?" You lower your eyelids, unable to catch your breath. "Nngh...Tell me...with your mouth, okay? Don't pull away..."He doesn't. A bead of semen drips down your meager excuse for a cock, dripping lower and lower until it hits the tip of your stepfather's nose. You watch his tongue lap it up before he returns the muscle to your cunt again. He parts your labia before sucking on your lower lips with the kind of sexual enthusiasm you haven't felt since high school. A shame how you dirty him in response.Well, at least he doesn't seem to mind.

• Indulge in the obscenity.

You listen to him as he tastes you, watching the top of his head all the while. The noise he's making with his mouth against your pussy is unlike anything you've ever heard before, something you'll surely hear in your wettest dreams. When his tongue enters your hole, you feel your entire body quiver in response.You cum too quickly. It's near instantaneous, and for that reason, Wade isn't willing to budge. Suck, lick, slurp—both your clear white semen and the wetness coating his tongue add to the experience tenfold.He's eating you out. Neither of you can breathe properly. This is the best thing that's ever happened to you in your life.

• Restrain yourself from cumming again the second he moves his mouth.

Just like that, he moves to your aching cock, growing harder in his mouth before either of you can blink. With his tongue licking at the head of it, pressing it gently into the small hole, you're overwhelmed, and then some. Too overwhelmed to take what else he's doing to you.

• Scream.

"...D-Dad...Holy...shit..."He could probably penetrate either of your holes right now, no issue. For now, he chooses your pussy. One finger slides inside, and then another, the man encouraged by how soaked you are. He fucks them into you, sucks you off, and makes you feel like his own personal spoiled prince. In a way, you suppose you are.You're losing yourself entirely to Wade. Wade, a man you've only known for as long as your mother has, but a man who represents more than you could ever properly put into words.You let him take you to heaven with his mouth, his fingers, and his eagerness to be your father.Your one and only, for now. You want it to last forever.

• Go on. Be a whore. Crawl into your mother's bed when morning comes so he can take advantage of you again.

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