On Vacation

Ron relaxed under the covers of the motel room bed as he listened to his son putter about in the small ensuite bathroom.  For their yearly vacation the skunk had decided that a father/son road trip was in order, just the open road and two of them for the next 6 weeks.  The early start had meant that the pair had arrived at their first rest stop on time and not too fatigued from the drive.

“I’m ready, Daddy,” called Keith as the skunk kit stepped into view and wearing only a cheeky smile, his boyish erection standing proudly at 4 inches.

Ron raised the covers to reveal his own adult sized penis, while Keith was preparing himself, the older skunk was not idle having made sure that his seven inches of meat had received a proper coating of lube.

Keith knew that other boys weren’t fucked by their fathers.  Near endless lessons at school and shows in the everyday media over the years had made the kit keenly aware just what society thought that the relationship between fathers and sons should be.  Keith didn’t care about all of that, he loved his father and loved the sex on a level that he couldn’t describe.  As far as the kit was concerned, if other boys didn’t have sex with their parents, then that was their problem.

Accepting the unspoken invasion, the kit crawled under the covers with a giggle before snuggling into his daddy’s the white chest fur and feeling the adult member rubbing against his own immature cock.

Ron gently kissed his son as he ran his paws down Keith’s small frame.  Both skunks knew that there would be some passionate lovemaking starting in the next minute or so but Ron felt that it was his duty as a father to make sure that Keith was ready to be mounted.

Keith’s own paws were not idle, as the kit felt his firm rear being gently squeezed and his tail hole probed, he stroked the seven inches of his father’s meat with an experience few 10-year-olds had.

“That’s nice,” said Ron as he broke the kiss, “Go under and use your mouth.”

Without the slightest hesitation, Keith ducked under the covers to take the first inch into his small mouth.  Being a small kit, Keith knew that, unlike his mother, he wouldn’t be able to swallow the entire length but like a good son, he did his best.

“Oh, God,” moaned Ron as he felt Keith’s eager tongue on the underside of his shaft, “Did Mommy teach you that?”

Pulling the two inches of cock from his muzzle with an audible pop, Keith replied from under the covers “Yep, did you like it?”

“Yeah, kiddo,” said Ron as he reintroduced his cock back into the warm and wet confines of Keith’s mouth while gently rubbing the kit’s ears, “Daddy likes.”

Keith had only recently learned how to use his mouth in pleasuring others.  For the last month, any night where he didn’t have school the next day, the kit was being patiently instructed on the art of oral sex by his mother.

Ron was now reaping the rewards from his wife’s tutelage as he felt himself go deeper and deeper into the warm maw as Keith pushed himself ever further to swallowing as much of his father as he could.  As much as he wanted to fill the boy’s mouth with his seed, Ron held himself back, he had other plans in mind.

Reluctantly pulling his son off of his dick, Ron cuddled the boy for a moment as he got his libido under control.  “Turn around, Keith,” said Ron as he kissed Keith, “Daddy’s going to take you from behind.”

Obediently Keith rolled over and was rewarded with the feeling of Ron’s cock hotdogging between his fluffy buns.  For his part, Ron had to make some of his own adjustments to Keith’s position so that he was lined up and the tip of his penis was pushing against Keith’s anus.

Lifting up one of Keith’s legs, Ron said, “Just relax and let Daddy inside you.” before pushing with his hips and forcing his penis past the tight ring of muscle.

Keith was not some blushing virgin and had been taking his Daddy’s cock under his tail since he was eight, over the last two years he had become quite skilled at manipulating his own internal muscles to give himself and his partner the most pleasure.

While he could never recreate the feel of having his anal cherry popped, Keith did enjoy the way daddy’s cock slid inside of him.  The kit knew that he was in safe paws as he felt the welcomed intruder under his tail slowly slide deeper inside of him.

Ron enjoyed many things in his life, high among them was pushing his dick into a warm and willing hole.  While the skunk had fucked many willing cubs over the years, there was something special about mating with one’s own son.

Keeping a firm grip on his son’s shoulders while gently rocking his hips, Ron could clearly make out the muffled whimpers of pleasure that Keith was making as he took his time to fully seat himself in the boy’s rear.  Hearing the soft gasp as he bottomed out inside his son, Ron held the kit in place, fiercely kissing the boy’s neck as his paws caressed Keith’s soft belly fur until they rested on his groin.

“Stroke yourself,” Ron instructed as he guided Keith’s paws to his cocklette, “I’m going to make you feel good.”

Like many a kit his age, Keith had only recently discovered the wonders of self-pleasure and would indulge himself at any opportunity.  Having seven inches of hard skunk meat inside of his rear had the flow on effect of making the boy’s own erection equally as hard.

Being a good boy, Keith began to stroke his cock in a way that his limited experience had taught him, “Are you going to fuck me, Daddy?” he asked as he continued to paw himself.

Ron gave a playful thrust of his hips causing Keith to whimper as he held the boy tight, “Daddy’s going to fuck you,” he said as he resumed kissing his son, “And I’m going to cum inside of you.”

Keith liked sex and he liked being fucked, “Do it, Daddy,” said Keith, “I’m your fucktoy.”

Ron didn’t consider himself a monster, if Keith, or any other bedroom partner, had told him ‘No’ then he would stop.  Hearing his own son’s words was to him as good as a signed consent form and he began to earnestly rock his hips.

Even though he was fully seated in his son’s warm and tight rear, Ron knew that the most pleasure was in taking things at a slower pace than most.  His initial rocking may have only moved his cock an inch or so inside Keith but the boy’s response was immediate.

“Oh, Daddy,” moaned Keith as the kit’s hips began to involuntary push back against Ron, “That feels so good.”

“You’re so tight,” said Ron between kissing and nibbling on Keith’s neck, “You’re such a good boy.”

Knowing that Keith had fully adjusted to not only having a cock under his tail but to the beginning of an actual fucking, Ron began to pump his son’s ass with longer and harder strokes.

His masturbation forgotten, Keith reached back and held onto his father’s hips as the pleasure from the rhythmic pounding on his young prostate steadily increased.  “Fuck me, Daddy,” he groaned, “Fill me, fill me with cum!”

It was one thing for Ron to have his cock in such a warm and accepting hole as his son’s backside, the sensation of being firmly squeezed all along his length was something to treasure.  Hearing his son go from being the sexually playful kit to wanton slut was enough for him to take the next step in their bedroom endeavour.

The bed in the motel room was large enough to comfortably fit furs larger than an adult skunk and his 10-year-old son.  Ron had made sure that there would be an ‘mistake’ when he made the initial booking so that a room with a double bed would be the only accommodation available for the night.

Having sex with his son while they were both on their sides was a nice position for gentle lovemaking.  It provided a level of security and intimacy that few positions offered. But for Ron it was not enough.  Ron had gone past the desire for simple lovemaking and Keith had been vocal in his desire to be properly filled with his father’s cum.

Without removing his cock from Keith’s snug rear, Ron manoeuvred himself so that Keith was lying flat on his belly.  Throwing off the covers, Ron stared at his son’s naked back before covering the boy with his own body.

“I love you,” the older skunk said as he began to rapidly thrust into his son, “I love you so much, and we’re going to have so much fun.”

Keith moaned into the pillow as he felt his father resume the familiar thrusting in his rear.  He was not a stupid boy, he knew that once he was on his belly, it would only be a matter of minutes until he was filled with warm and sticky cum.  

Now that Ron was in his preferred position, he could not only speed up his thrusting, but he knew that he was in a better position to give Keith what the boy needed.  Unlike the world of porn flicks, the average fur was physically unable to perform for long periods, especially when burying themselves inside a tight 10-year-old rear.

“Keep going, Daddy,” moaned Keith, his voice muffled by the pillow, “It feels so good.”

Knowing that his son was close to his own orgasm was enough to spur Ron on.  The pace of Ron’s thrusting into Keith’s tight rear went from the long, deep strokes that made the kit moan every time Ron bottomed out to short and fast strokes that signalled the older skunk’s impending orgasm.

“Almost there, Keith,” grunted Ron into Keith’s ear as he edged closer and closer to filling his son with warm and sticky cum, “You’re tight, you’re so tight.”

Keith was in his own world of pleasure.  His immature prostate was being rapidly pounded by his daddy’s cock and the force was making him hump the mattress, the stimulation from front and rear was enough to push the skunk kit over the edge.

Ron could see Keith shudder as the kit’s orgasmed, the feel of that tight rear entrance squeezing his shaft as he continued thrusting combined with the sweet moans that only a cub cumming could make was all the elder skunk needed to reach his own climax.

Biting down on the scruff of Keith’s neck, Ron unleashed his own seed deep into his son’s ass.  The instinct to breed his mate drove him to thrust his hip forward so that every squirt of his cum would go deep into his mate. 

After the third rope of cum was shot into Keith’s willing rear Ron released the kit from his mouth but still remained in position on top of his son.  “You okay?” he asked his young charge, “Daddy wasn’t too rough?”

“Did I do good, Daddy?” panted Keith as he recovered from his orgasm, seemingly oblivious the softening cock in his arse, “Did you like fucking me?”

Gently stroking the fur on Keith’s head, Ron replied, “You’re a good fuck, kiddo,”

Any further conversation between the pair was moot.  Exhausted from being a cocksleeve for his daddy, Keith had drifted off to sleep, the words of his father echoing through his mind and into his dreams.  

He was a good fuck.