Mark shoved the front door shut behind him and locked it. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge. His son Jake was home from college for the weekend, twenty-two and built like a fucking jock now, all broad shoulders and thick thighs. Mark had been thinking about this the whole drive home from work.
Jake was in the kitchen, shirtless, drinking water straight from the bottle. Sweat still glistened on his chest from his run. Mark stared at the way his son's shorts clung to his ass.
"Get over here," Mark said, voice already rough.
Jake set the bottle down and walked straight to his father. No hesitation. Mark grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in, kissing him hard, tongues sliding deep. Jake tasted like salt and mint. Mark's hand dropped to Jake's crotch and squeezed the thick bulge there.
"Fuck, you're already hard for Daddy," Mark growled against his mouth.
"Yeah," Jake breathed. "Been thinking about your cock all day."
Mark pushed him back against the counter and yanked Jake's shorts down. His son's dick sprang out, heavy and leaking at the tip. Mark wrapped his fist around it and stroked once, slow and tight. Jake groaned and pushed his hips forward.
Mark dropped to his knees right there on the kitchen floor. He licked a stripe up the underside of Jake's shaft, then swallowed the head and sucked hard. Jake's hand landed in his hair, gripping tight.
"Shit, Dad… suck it deeper."
Mark took him to the back of his throat, nose pressed to the trimmed bush at the base. He bobbed fast, gagging wetly, spit running down his chin onto the floor. Jake fucked his mouth in short thrusts, using his father's throat like he owned it.
After a minute Mark stood up, wiped his mouth, and spun Jake around. He kicked Jake's feet apart and pressed two fingers against his hole. It was already slick—Jake had prepped.
"You little slut," Mark said, voice low and filthy. "Got yourself ready for me."
He pushed both fingers in at once. Jake's ass clenched, then opened. Mark finger-fucked him rough, scissoring and twisting until Jake was pushing back and moaning.
"Need your dick, Dad. Fuck me."
Mark freed his own cock, thick and veined, already dripping. He lined up and shoved in with one hard thrust. Jake's hole stretched around him, hot and tight. Mark bottomed out and stayed there, grinding deep while Jake panted against the counter.
Then he started pounding. Hard, fast strokes that slapped skin and made Jake's ass ripple. Every thrust punched a grunt out of his son.
"That's it, take Daddy's cock," Mark snarled. "Been waiting all semester for this hole."
Jake reached back and spread his cheeks wider. "Deeper. Breed me."
Mark grabbed Jake's hips and hammered into him, balls slapping. The kitchen filled with the wet sound of fucking and Jake's broken moans. Mark reached around and jerked his son's leaking dick in time with his thrusts.
Jake came first, shooting thick ropes across the cabinet doors, ass clamping down like a vice. Mark fucked him straight through it, then buried himself to the root and unloaded. Pulse after pulse of hot cum flooded Jake's guts. Mark stayed inside, hips twitching, filling him until it leaked out around his shaft.
They stayed like that for a long minute, breathing hard. Mark finally pulled out slow, watching his load drip from his son's used hole.
Jake turned around, flushed and smiling dirty. "Round two in the shower?"
Mark grabbed his son's softening cock and gave it a squeeze. "You're not leaving this house until I fuck another load into you."
Jake just grinned and headed for the stairs, cum still running down his thigh. Mark followed, already getting hard again.
