A peck on the cheek before leaving for work should be the symbol of a healthy marriage. To be able to kiss your partner, be it on the lips or on the cheek, on a daily, regular basis was a testament to a commitment to growing old together, to love. But for Hugo, there was no kiss-- only the call of his wife's departure and the slamming of the front door greeted him.

Yet, somehow, he couldn't be happier.

The raccoon rose and quietly made his way across from the kitchen to the living room, peeking out the side of the curtains to watch his wife make her way down the driveway and into her car. He could already tell she wasn't even watching the house, and barely a minute later she was pulling out of the driveway and reversing onto the street. She lined herself up with the road and, just like that, she accelerated off into the distance, going to work. Hugo would have been doing the same thing, if he hadn't been so abruptly laid off last month.

The plodding footsteps from the stairs, combined with the creak of wood under foot, greeted the mid 40s man next, and he turned from the window towards the door, heading out into the hallway. His gaze travelled up the stairs and a wide grin spread across his face as a teenager descended; his son, 16-year-old Lucas. He was more like his father than his mother, bearing his dad's same shaggy grey and black fur, with a white underbelly. He bounced his way down the steps in a loose pair of boxers and a T-Shirt, having just gotten out of bed, and when he met with the last few steps he stopped, his twink-ish frame teetering on the spot. The two looked at one-another for barely a handful of moments, before Jugo abruptly closed the distance between them and pulled him in.

When had it started? If there was ever a pivotal moment, it would have been at Lucas's 14th birthday party. He had invited some friends for a sleepover and they were holed up in Lucas's middle-class room when Hugo had been ascended to the upper floor, with a tray of various snacks in hand-- he'd wanted to be a good host, from what he remembered. His wife was away that night on a girls night out, and had left him to take care of their son; frankly, she had needed it, so he didn't blame her to shirking the responsibility. Hugo had approached their slightly ajar door and peeked in before entering, only to be greeted to the sight of his son bounding around, stark naked, with his friends, who were also similarly undressed. How it had got to that point, he wasn't sure, but that had been the start of everything in his eyes. He could vividly remember the tingling in his loins, the aching desire, the way that dick bounced up and down...

"Dad..." His son mumbled into his ear, and a fiery passion swept up Hugo's body and made him handsy. They would have normally at least made it up to the stairs, but fuck it, here was fine; the youngest kid, Nathan, should still be asleep at this time on a Saturday. Hugo pushed forwards and Lucas tumbled back, quickly using his hands to prop himself as Hugo grabbed at the hem of the boy's shirt and pulled it up and over his head. As soon as that fabric left his body, Hugo bore down on him again, kissing along his neck, chittering and warbling in his throat as his hands greedily roamed, squeezing and groping in all the right places as his son moaned against his cheek, his lithe hands already working his father's boxers down and grabbing handfuls of his musclegut sides.

It wasn't his wife's fault that their marriage was dwindling...if he was being honest, he was the sole reason. Ever since that day, his attraction for his son had grew, and his interest in his own wife had dwindled, and as the love dried up, so did their intimacy. He remembered panicking at first, and doing everything he could to rekindle the fire, but it had been thoroughly snuffed out thanks to one fateful night...he should have been angry with himself, but he resigned to the thought. Honestly, he'd always considered dabbling with men before...it had simply been in his parent's best interests to get a girlfriend. He hadn't even wanted to consider how they might have reacted if he'd brought a man home-- not that it mattered now.

It had started small at first: the odd thought here and there, the tingle of desire for his son's lithe, well-kept body...but it didn't take long to develop into something more. At first, many nights of jerking off, one after another, unable to sate his desire. He'd inevitably grown more daring, entering his son's room unannounced when he was changing, playing with his underwear in secret when clothes needed washing, until he was eventually deliberately entering the bathroom whilst Lucas was showering. The teen had always kicked up a fuss, but he also didn't tell his mother about Hugo's antics. On one particularly day, Hugo made an excuse to barge into the bathroom once more, right as Lucas was getting out of the shower-- he made some excuse about needing to pee, and pulled out his half-hard dick right there. He could vividly remember the aching desire intermingled with his son's intense gaze as he used the bathroom...and it hadn't ended there. It was one of Hugo's most intensely cherished memories that he jerked off to frequently. From there, it had been a downward spiral into what they had now: a secret, forbidden relationship hinging entirely on his wife's absence. If anything, his redundancy had been a blessing in that regard.

Hugo rubbed his eager erection against that soft inner thigh as his hands hungrily pulled his son's boxers over his ass and up his legs. He held one of those limbs with a hand and kissed down the leg as he removed the underwear, before he pinned his son down and lined himself up. Lube wasn't necessary considering how already dripping he was, and as the head of his cock met that 16-year-old ass, Lucas squirmed and arched his back, his lidded gaze and sly smile all the encouragement his father needed. The man pushed, grunting with pleasure as the slick, pre-soaked head of his cock pierced the tight ring, and he slipped inside with ease. When he was halfway in, he raised himself up and yanked off his own shirt, leaving them both in the nude, their clothes strewn around them. Lucas writhed in an attempt to get comfortable, but his movements subsided when Hugo started to thrust.

It was carnal and spontaneous, and Hugo didn't want it any other way. His mind swam with his lust, filled with all manner of positions he wanted to fuck his kid in, and he rapidly picked up speed until the claps of his pelvis and balls meeting the twink's ass started to bounce around the room. His son's light moans of pleasure made it all the more better, and those mumbling words, 'Daddy' and 'Fuck me', pushed Hugo's buttons in a way that made him want to get rough and animalistic. He kissed down against his son's neck, pressing his body to the boy's own, and relished the feeling of that little prick twitching between them, a sign of his son's own pleasure.

It only took a few more thrusts for him to finish. The raccoon's musclegut body arched and he strained, pushing as deep as he could, and he delighted at his son's tender moan as the older raccoon bust inside him, painting his inner walls with thick, hot spurts of cum. The 16-year-old's heels bumped and nudged against his dad's rigid ass and he felt his son's member wildly twitch between them, climaxing as well. The two of them groaned and panted, and after a moment HUgo hung his head, looking down at his kid's spent face.

From the top of the stairs came a creak, and Hugo immediately snapped his head up, as Lucas swung his head back to look in the same direction. Standing at the top of the stairs was Hugo's youngest kid, 7-year-old Nathan, in his pyjamas. He stared wide-eyed at the sight before him, and Hugo averted his eyes and swore under his breath.

Fuck. Their secret was out now.