This is a fictional story and any resemblance to real people/places/situations is purely coincidental.
All characters are over 18 years of age.
Please note that this story deals with taboo subject matter and it won't be for everyone. It contains an incestuous relationship between a father and his son, graphic sexual content, dirty talk and pregnancy kink.
Feedback and constructive criticism are welcome and appreciated.
This is part one.
Enjoy!
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"Oh, fuck yeah. Cum in me, daddy. Breed me," the boy on the screen screamed while on his hands and knees getting fucked hard and fast by man at least 20 years his senior.
"Here it comes, baby boy." The older man's thrusts grew wilder and more frantic as he getting closer to orgasm. A few seconds later he gave one final hard thrust, buried his cock deep in the boy's ass and came with a hoarse shout. "Take. It. All."
Gabriel Aldridge clicked the rewind button to replay the scene, squirted a generous amount of lube on his achingly hard dick, closed his right hand around it and started pumping it vigorously. This time when the man on the screen came, Gabriel went over the edge with him, thick ropes of cum spurting from his dick, some landing on the edge of his desk and the rest coating his fist.
When the aftershocks of his orgasm subsided he tacked himself back in his pants, grabbed a few tissues, cleaned the desk and his hand, closed the tab of the porn site on his computer and slammed back in his chair with a groan.
As always the guilt and self-loathing were quick to come. Not because he felt ashamed he enjoyed watching two men fuck or because he was gay, but because he was a damned liar. The last 27 years of his 47 year old life were a big fat ass lie. He'd always known he had no interest in women and yet somehow he'd ended up married to one. But that was just the tip of the iceberg.
No. The reason behind all these unpleasant, to say the least, feelings, were the thoughts he started having almost 2 years ago...When his son, Cassius, turned 18. He had no idea where they had come from or how or why. Up until that point, he had never once thought about his son in any kind of sexual way. Then one day, at the annual barbecue they were hosting every year at their house for friends and family, he had seen Cassius coming out of the pool, water sliding down his muscled torso and one by one images had started assaulting his brain. Dirty, filthy images. Of him kissing Cassius until he couldn't breathe anymore, Cassius on his knees sucking his cock, Cassius bend over a desk while he fucked his brains out, Cassius begging him to feed him his cum or breed him, stuff him so full of his seed he had no choice but to get pregnant, even though he was a man. Every single depraved fantasy he had ever had, had come to the forefront of his mind and in all of them starred his son.
It only got worse from there. The thoughts never left his mind. They grew stronger, more vivid, more insistent and a craving, more profound than anything he'd ever felt, for something he could never have started growing and growing. Sometimes, when his son was here, he found his control hanging on by a single tiny thread. He couldn't be in the same room as Cass for more than a few minutes without getting insanely aroused. And the boy didn't even have to do anything. He'd just smile at him or touch him or pass by him and Gabriel would smell his cologne and his dick would roar to life. It was a blessing Cass had to leave California for college.
But that was about to change today. Cass was coming home for Christmas and that meant Gabriel's torture was about to begin.
A sharp knock on the door made Gabriel jump in his chair.
"Sir? Mrs. Aldridge is asking for you," Henry, their butler, said from the other side of the door.
At the mention of his wife, Gabriel could already feel a headache coming. What could she possibly want now? To say there was no love lost between them was an understatement. He had met Beatrice in college and they had become friends fast. Or so he thought.
A few years after their first meeting, they were out partying and he had drunk so much he could barely see a foot in front of him. Beatrice had volunteered to take him back to his apartment, not out of the goodness of her heart or because she was worried about him. There was an ulterior motive behind her actions. While he was barely conscious due to the alcohol he had consumed, she had taken advantage of him. That was the night Cassius was conceived and Gabriel's whole life turned upside down. He was forced to marry Beatrice, the woman who had raped him, and play house with her. That's the problem when your family consists of lawyers and politicians who care more about their public image and what people might say, rather than their own son's happiness, he thought bitterly.
His brother, Balthazar, was the only one who had stood up for him and believed him. Everyone else thought a woman as sweet and kind as Beatrice could never be capable of something like that.
The only positive outcome of that whole situation was Cassius. Gabriel loved his son more than anything else in his life and nothing else mattered. A few years ago, he had done a DNA test to confirm that Cass indeed was his. If the test had come back negative he wouldn't be able to bear it. Cass was the light of his life, the best thing that had ever happened to him. And that made his perverted fantasies and Gabriel himself all the more horrible.
"Sir?" Henry asked again and Gabriel realised he hadn't answered the first time.
"I'll be right there, Henry. Thank you."
After closing his computer and checking to see if he had cleaned everything, he left his office and went to find Beatrice.
He found her by the front door texting away on her phone. He cleared his throat and she looked up at him, then back at her phone and said, "I'm going to the spa with Marlene and then out for drinks. I'll be gone all day."
Gabriel blinked. Once, twice. That's why she wanted to see him? To tell him her plans for the day?
"I can't find my wallet and I'm running out of time, so I need to use yours." And there it was. What it always came down to with her. Money.
He rolled his eyes, fished out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out one of his cards and gave it to her.
"Cassius is coming home today. Won't you be back for dinner?"
Now it was her turn to roll her eyes. She looked up from her phone and fixed him with a cold stare.
"I'll see the boy tomorrow. I can't cancel my plans at the last minute." And with that she turned, opened the door and left.
The boy. Beatrice almost never referred to her own son by his name. She always called him the boy. It was obvious from the beginning that she didn't have a maternal bone in her body, but Gabriel had held out hope that maybe things would change and they would be able to live amicably for Cass's sake. He was wrong.
He checked his was watch and saw it was almost time he had to be at the airport. Even though it was hard for him to be around his son without something else getting hard, he didn't want anyone else picking Cassius up. He hadn't seen him in almost 3 months and he missed him terribly.
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Gabriel waited anxiously at the terminal for his son to arrive. On the one hand he was ecstatic to see his boy again. On the other one he couldn't wait for him to leave again. He didn't know how he could exist in the same house as Cass for two whole weeks.
He would have to try to avoid him as much as possible. But he didn't want to make him think he was as heartless as his mother. He would figure something out, he would-
"Dad!"
Gabriel whipped his head around and saw Cass coming toward him, jogging slightly, dragging his suitcase behind him, with a huge beaming smile on his face.
God he's gorgeous, he thought, and not just because he lusted after him, but because it was the truth. His son was devastatingly beautiful. He was a few inches shorter than Gabriel's 6'4 with thick black hair shaved on the sides and longer on the top and the deepest blue eyes. His body had filled out with muscle in the last two years, not like Gabriel's thick huge muscles, but leaner like a swimmers. Everyone told them that they could pass as brothers and mostly it was true. Cass was the spitting image of his father, except his eyes. Gabriel had deep emerald green eyes, but everything else from the hair to mannerisms and face expressions were almost identical.
