“Female foxes usually never leave for mating season - so why did mother?” asked the four-legged fox cub, with a wide-eyed face. The father sighed in frustration and felt his sheath stirring. He was incredibly horny and sexually frustrated. With no hole to screw his fat cock into, his mind was a slushy, stressy mess that just screamed ‘have sex’ to him. He couldn't be bothered to answer his son's questions - he would rather be pummelling some fat juicy pussy right now. 
“Well, son… I don't know.”
Then an idea came to him - perhaps it would be a good idea to quell the sexual frustration with hunting! 
“Son, come here. Follow daddy, he's going to show you how to hunt.”
As Ferkast showed his son how to hunt, a musky scent wafted in his nose. He noticed a red tip emerging from his daddy's big fluffy sheath. As Ferkast was explaining how to pounce on his prey, Vixel’s attention was instead focused on his daddy's cock slowly sliding out.
“Daddy? Why is your penis coming out?”
The father stopped his conversation in its tracks and looked at his son, gulping. 
“W-Well how about you hunt that rabbit and I'll tell you what you need to know, okay?”
As the son stalked his prey, the father's mind was swimming with sex. It had been weeks since he got any action. He watched his son's tail and got a glimpse of his tailhole. That was when he couldn't control his erection reaching to full mast, his canine cock measuring an impressive 9 inches. 
“God, that looks so fucking tight…”
As he saw Vixel’s pounce on his prey, getting a good view of his pink tailhole meanwhile, Ferkast instinctively started humping the air, imagining what it would be like to break in his son. 
“Mmm, my tight, virgin son… Gripping my cock like a milking vice.”
Then, as his son turned back around with the bloody rabbit in his maw, he jumped back to reality. 
Vixel saw the drool coming out of his father's mouth, but his fat cock quickly retreated back into its musky sheath. 
“You hungry, dad?”
The father felt ashamed at these thoughts as his innocent son perked an ear to him. If he would turn around, the father won't be able to look away. 
“Um… Yeah, sure.”
--Back home 
The father had a long talk ahead of him. He explained about the birds and bees to the kid, while he was doing so, his son's face just seemed to fixate on his sheath. 
Then, once their talk was over, Frekas was searching for a place to sleep, as it was getting to night soon. 
He turned around to call for his son, who was looking straight at his father's balls. The father sighed and tried to ignore the stirring in his sheath. 
“Come on, Vixel, we have to find a nice place to sleep for the night!”
---In the middle of the night…
Frekas found it hard to sleep with thoughts of his son's behind racing around in his mind. Most of all, he loved 
how ‘at-awe’ he looked. His sheath stirred in his sleep, his cock easily slipping out - slick with precum at the sexualisation of his son. 
His son, which faked his sleep, was shook completely awake by this development. 
His father's fat tip was showing again! And this time, he couldn't hide it away from him. 
Vixel quietly shuffled towards him, and looked at the tip, seeing and throb and elongate in front of his face. Once he saw his father reached full erection in front of his eyes, he gasped. The warm breath that Vixel blew on his father's cock made it throb in the air. He leapt away by instinct, thinking it was going to retaliate or something, but his father's cock did nothing but throb and leak a clear liquid which soaked down to his fluffy, big balls. 
Vixel could feel the heat radiating from them, and pressed his face inside of them. He drooled a little bit from the smell, but he didn't know why. His father moaned a little bit in his sleep, saying: “Mmm, my son, my sexy little cub…”
Vixel blushed. There's lots more his daddy has to teach him tomorrow and he can't wait! 

---Next morning…
After all that, Vixel woke up none the worse for wear, to the sound of his father's voice. 
“Vixel, come on, we have to wake up!”
The boy smiled at his father,
“Is it time to hunt, daddy?”
Frekas felt that same stirring in his sheath again. 
“E-Er yes, I suppose while we walk, we can talk more about the mating season… First, I'm going to talk about ‘foreplay’....”
The son listened intently, sometimes staring down to stare at his daddy's big fluffy sheath again. 
“...and that's when men need to ejaculate inside females, so they can feel better - not just to procreate. Son, are you listening?”
During the walk, the father was too focused on looking straight ahead, not glancing at his son who had leaned ever closer to his sheath. Vixel slowly licked his father's backsack, being sure to lick it fully around in his mouth too. 
This shocked Frekas, who stood completely still, making no effort to break his son away. 
“Son? You shouldn't be doing this--Oooh, lick that part again. Mmm, that feels good.”
Following his father's talk about ‘foreplay’ last night, and coupled with the sight he saw last night, Vixel was attracted to his daddy's genitals. They felt so warm and fuzzy in his mouth. He popped off them with a loud pop, his daddy's balls all slimy from his young and eager spit. 
“Is that how foreplay works, Daddy?”
“Yeah… That's a good boy. Do you want to know how a blowjob works, too?”
The boy wagged his tail happily, 
“Yes please, daddy! I want to learn everything about sex!”
Farkas knew he was in the wrong for taking advantage of his son like this, but it isn't his fault he's so horny! 
The boy started rubbing his face against his daddy's warm sheath, and he saw his dad's cock slip out of its sheath again like he saw last night. In the daylight, it looked very big and needy in front of him. 
The father's voice was deep and coarse, 
“You okay, boy? Too much to handle, or-”
“Wow Dad, it's so big!” said the wide-eyed, innocent fox cub. The father chuckled and felt his pride swelling up figuratively and metaphorically. His son just said he had a huge dick!
“That's right, son.” He looked down to see his son entranced by each throb of his fat canine cock, and it took every ounce of willpower not to force his sexy little son on his cock then and there and rape his throat. No, he will have to plan this carefully. 
“Son?”
The son didn't stop looking at his daddy's fat dangling cock in front of him, sometimes spurting precum in his face. 
“I want you to do something very special for daddy. I want you to lick my penis like a lollipop. Nourish it in your mouth, the women say it tastes great! But don't bite, okay?”
The son smiled happily. He was excited to play with his new big toy. 
“Okay, daddy! I can't wait to taste your penis!”
The father groaned out as he heard those words. He just thought of something even better. 
“If you want to be a big boy, say ‘cock’ instead of penis, okay?”
“I want to taste your COCK, daddy!”
It was too much. Hearing those dirty words escaping his son's innocent soft mouth made the father growl like a beast. He was a needy beast, at that. Weeks of no cumming, and now his son is saying how much he wants his fucking cock. 
The father softly placed a shaky paw on his son's head, tussling the cute soft fur in his paw as he guided him to his cock. The son closed his eyes and wrapped his small young muzzle around his daddy's huge throbbing member. 
The father groaned out again. It felt so fucking good. He felt like he was about to collapse on the floor; his legs buckled from this pleasure - it was like he was discovering sex for the first time again. 
“This is way better than your mother!” He said, in between large gulps of breath. His son was gulping, too, gasping for air as his father's fat feral cock was rammed into his throat, leaving no room to breathe as his poor throat bulged out from the oversized adult cock. Adult cock, that seemed to fit perfectly inside this child's throat - almost like a sleeve. Ferkast began to wonder if his son was really made for cock after all. He was proud of his boy. Even as he watched him struggle and sputter around his length, he kept on swallowing and sucking. Almost, expertly, in fact. No complaining, either. Just the sound of a young feral fox barely able to fit his father's huge cock in his mouth - slurpy and sloppy, enhanced by the father's deep groans and murmurs of encouragement. 
“You're doing a great job, son… Oh my, you're really good at this, aren't you? Mmmm, mph! Fuck yeah… Take my cock… My boy… My sexy little kid… Kid fleshlight.”
These ‘murmurs of encouragement’ soon descended into vulgar remarks as the boy suckled on his cock like a teat for longer and longer… The father felt his balls bouncing, tightening up, feeling them twitch and shake with each suckle Vixel takes on his cock. The cum was behind floodgates. He knew he would cum lots, and all that matters right now is getting a hole to unload his seed in. And he's got one now - his own son's mouth, made like a fleshlight for his cock. Soft and moist around his cock, tight from the sheer size difference of young muzzle and fully-grown adult prick. The cock being shoved down that kid's throat time and time again, lubing his mouth up, mixing the precum with his spit on his cock and child's mouth, his son's gullet which wrapped tightly around his shaft - just instinctively trying to milk that cock dry. The father noticed how, with each whack of his heavy balls hitting his son's chin, that they were as big as his head. They were like melons, full of cum. Vixel wants to make his daddy happy and proud. 
Then, breaking the pace, the son popped of his cock, daddy's hard prick all slick with the eager spit of a underage child, mixed with the precum splashback. He took several gulps of air, looking lovingly into his father's far-out eyes, and asked him:
“Am I making you feel good, daddy?”
Of course he fucking was! The father didn't even have to answer as his mind was too derilous with sex, finally getting what he wants, he had no second thoughts - and shoved his son back on his cock, who smirked while closing his eyes, happy with his father's answer. The orgasm was close - he felt himself shaking, buckling even more than before, the floodgates were close to being unleashed. 
There was only one problem: the boy was losing air. Fast. The boy could no longer time his sucks with the father's thrusts and this prompted him to take things into his own hands. Literally. With a growl of dominance, he started using his own son's head like a personal fleshlight, shoving it up and down his cock, loving the high-pitched squeals and moans of submission that vibrate around his cock. The father's knot was fully engorged and there was a loud ‘pop’ sound everytime the son had the father's fat knot shoved in his mouth, only to be thrust out again. Ferkast was delirious with pleasure - loving the cute squeals and moans that came from his son as he was roughly forced up and down on his cock. The boy's face grew moist from his father's huge sweaty, melon-sized balls slapping him in the face. 
“Urghhh… I can't hold it in anymore. I need to cum!!!”
Vixel felt the cock throbbing in his mouth, and tried to pull away, scared about what was coming next. But Ferkast didn't let him - his father was determined in cumming inside something. 
The daddy fox let out a loud, long moan as he unleashed the biggest load he's created yet inside of his son's muzzle, which filled his mouth up fully in mere seconds, dripping out of his chin and being added onto a small cum puddle on the grass. He saw his son's eyes fading away as he shoved his load inside, so he dragged him off his cock but still kept his face pressed up to it - allowing his cute blushing face to be painted with the older male's jizz, much to Ferkast’s pleasure. 
“Umphh, fuck yeah, I've always wanted to see you like that, son.”
The son was nearly blacked out from milking that cock for so long, but now that it was finally done, he felt really proud for making his father happy. 
“Mmm, you've really helped me so much, son…”
The fox's cock was still hard after orgasm, and Vixel licked the post-cum residue and any stray bits of sperm off it, licking it all up, and sucking that cock fully clean - like a good boy would. 
The soft texture of his son's lips were tantalising to grip around his cock again, but he felt he had enough for now. The sun was setting, and they had not even hunted some food yet. 
Luckily, the father had got a second wind from his son's expert cock sucking. 
“I'll get some food, son. You stay here and rest.” Ferkast licked the top of his son's cummy head before he left, leaving Vixel completely exhausted in his wake, face dripping with his father's cum. 

---The next day
The son started rubbing his head against his daddy's fat furry sheath, but his cock didn't come out like last time. The son whimpered and moaned for his milk. His substitute that was now his daddy's thick semen. It's all the same, right? It will help him grow up big and strong for sure. Being hooked on cock is just a side effect of it. 
“Sorry son, I don't have any milk… You got it all out of me!”
He laughed, but the son looked worried. 
“Don't fret, boy, in just a few hours, I'd be raring to go. C’mon, let's hunt for food, and I'll tell you more about my adventures… With the sex, this time!”
Vixel panted happily; he loves hearing about what his daddy's cock has gone inside! 
