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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Blaine_Anderson, Kurt_Hummel, Blaine's_Father_(Glee)
  Additional Tags:
      Mpreg, Boypussy_Kurt, Sugar_Daddy, Age_Difference, Boypussy
  Series:
      Part 14 of Closest_to_Magic
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-17 Words: 2563
****** Closest to Magic - a father's rights ******
by heavenorspace
Summary
     Powerful exec Blaine has, at 40 years old, met the love of his life.
     He had first glimpsed Kurt at Hummel Tires and Lube, where Blaine had
     arranged to pick up spare parts from Burt for an old car he was
     rebuilding in his spare time. The teenager had been tapping his foot
     impatiently, waiting for the two men to finish talking cars so that
     his father could take him to lunch. Blaine had smiled winningly and
     offered to take them both out as his treat. Anything to spend some
     time around the fascinating creature with the beautiful eyes and
     mile-long legs. Even if it was directly under the nose of the boy’s
     father.
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As Blaine had feared - and Kurt had felt - the_Anderson_senior's_seed_had
indeed_taken_root.
The family physician performed the usual paternity tests and questions
following a family seeding, and delivered the fateful news. Blaine had accepted
it nobly, but reasserted the doctrine of raising the offspring from a seeding
as his own.
"That means no special treatment and no confusing the child between father and
grandfather."
Kurt and Cooper had watched warily as Blaine lifted his chin at his father, who
raised up his very similar proud jaw.
"It's my bairn the boy is growing. I have a right to check up on his health.
Other than that, I shall of course respect the tradition entirely."
Something about the narrowing of Blaine's eyes at this suggested that he didn't
entirely trust his father's caveat. Still, he accepted it and shook hands with
his father and they each gave Kurt a kiss as congratulations.
In fact, Thomas had no intention whatsoever of asserting his parentage in the
case - or indeed of playing father to any other creatures but his two sons and
son-in-law. He had lost his wife many years ago and hadn't found a single
person since who could replace her as wife, mother to his children, or even bed
mate. His sons long had a suspicion of their father's lasting devotion to their
mother which soothed their own fractious relationships with him, and it
certainly endeared the stern and awe-inspiring man to young Kurt. His romantic
soul was stirred by such evidence of true love. Thomas' benefit was in
receiving an unusually large share of his son-in-law's affection and charms.
He had fully expected the doe-eyed skinny child Blaine married to be a foolish
silly thing, skittish in bed and awkwardly inexperienced in society. On the
contrary, Thomas had found Kurt to be a "very loyal, warm-hearted little
thing". Eager to please, wet and ready. A willing and gifted home maker,
intelligent and industrious with his own passions and pursuits, and seemingly
made for the purpose of bearing numerous healthy children. Thomas' generosity
in accepting Kurt into the family despite his apprehensions has repaid him
equally well. Not least when it came time for him to personally savor what Kurt
brought to the family inside his body.
For many weeks, he had given the married couple space to brood and delight in
another pregnancy as promised. But as Kurt's body changed to accommodate the
baby - Thomas' own baby - feelings had stirred in the old patriarch long since
dormant. Protectiveness when he saw the boy carrying anything too heavy, deep
arousal as Kurt's breasts grew atop a rapidly swelling stomach, and a rather
unwelcome amount of possessiveness. Kurt's sweet smiles and soft blue eyes as
he looked up at his father-in-law were the looks shared with a husband and
master, in Thomas' somewhat irrational opinion. Blaine was a jealous pup,
hackles raised as the alpha hoarded the best juicy morsel for himself.
In Kurt's seventh month, the tension reached breaking point.
Thomas had visited the couple for his now weekly dinner, ostensibly to catch up
on Kurt's progress and talk business with his son. But a week had somehow
transformed Kurt from a glowing and swelling state, to a heavily pregnant deity
of a thing. As it was a family meal, the boy had opted to wear one of the gauzy
little shifts that he sewed himself for comfort and movement. The baby had
'dropped' already and was carrying wide, making Kurt look even bigger than his
already advanced pregnancy was. His breasts rested huge and neat on top,
swollen nipples practically facing skyward. Thomas' eyes followed the smooth
lines of the boy's slim legs down to bare white feet and felt a sudden
compulsion to suck the little pink toes into his mouth.
Blaine's eyes had warily watched his father's attention being absorbed fully in
talking to Kurt, complimenting Kurt, and watching Kurt. He couldn't pretend not
to know why all men who saw Kurt in his present state fell all over themselves
just to watch him walk by. But Kurt was his. He had taken the dainty young
thing in hand, had carefully sought and received the permission of the kid's
intimidating father. Patiently opened and claimed the boy's sex and put his
babies inside that womb. Blaine was the one who rubbed those little aching feet
every night, that his father was now eyeing hungrily.
Against both his protectors' wishes, Kurt had insisted on carrying the coffee
things out to them himself. He could sense a frisson between the air between
the two men in the past few months, and it made the babe inside him kick and
roll fitfully. He hoped that settling them into the lounge for brandy and
coffee would take the edge off whatever was bothering them. (And give his poor
squashed bladder a rest.)
The lounge was engulfed in tense silence as he carried the tray in, and as if
sensing it his belly gave a sudden lurch. The cups and carafe clattered noisily
as he set them down, much like on the night Blaine's father had put the fidgety
little thing in him in the first place.
Both men leapt up expressing concern, glaring at each other for doing so. Kurt
waved a hand gently to make them sit back down.
"It's nothing more than his little Lordship performing the usual acrobatics,
I'll be perfectly fine!" He innocuously adjusted his dress, thinking idly that
he would need Blaine to milk him before bed now that the twins were on baby
food. He felt fit to burst.
Thomas praised the activity of the unborn babe as indicative of early
intelligence and strength, reaching out to stroke his son-in-law's stomach. To
Blaine's chagrin, it clearly soothed the child and restored serenity to Kurt's
blooming face. Kurt's eyes met only Blaine's when they opened though, and
reassured him somewhat.
His father however found himself more worked up than ever and growing harder as
he watched Kurt bending over in front of him. "Kurt is so big with my child,"
he murmured, reaching out to caress Kurt's plump ass cheeks and enjoying
Blaine's set jaw. "It took two of your babes to make him this big, didn't it
Blaine?"
When Kurt timidly presented him with his cup, Thomas rashly ignored the
proffered jug of cream and reached up to tug Kurt's dress aside. The boy's left
breast had been teasing to fall out of it's flimsy covering all night and it
was beyond Thomas' strength to resist it. Kurt could only manage a tiny gasp as
he fell free before his father-in-law's mouth had clamped around the side of
his breast and began to suck.
Blaine's anger was held back with a shock of arousal as the slight pressure
produced a sloppy little squirt of milk from his husband's nipple. It was so
stunning to watch from a distance as his father mouthed and applied more
pressure to the breast and Kurt tremblingly moved so that it streamed into the
coffee he held.
Blaine still hadn't moved when his father gave a satisfied slurp on Kurt's
nipple directly and patted the boy's ass over to his husband. Blaine set his
own half-drunk coffee aside and reached up to undo the single bow holding
Kurt's shift in place. With a sensuous twist of his white shoulders, the fabric
slipped gracefully to the floor and revealed a stunning, rosy boy with plumped
pussy lips peeking out beneath a heavy stomach.
Blaine drew him into his lap, sucking a nipple into his mouth and kneading
Kurt's breast the way he should to produce thick mouthfuls of milk. With his
other hand he stroked down Kurt's stomach and beneath to where he was soaking
and hot.
In a fit of daring that made him blush even as he did it, Kurt moved one knee
up and apart from the other. It was done, and he was fully exposed to his
husband's father. He tucked his burning face into Blaine's neck and trembled in
case he had done a naughty thing.
To his relief, Blaine seemed to relax and huff out a small laugh. Instead of
making Blaine more protective, it seemed to resign him to enjoying the sharing
of his husband. Kurt's face was aflame even more when he felt Blaine use two of
his fingers to push apart his labia, opening him fully in invitation to his
father.
Thomas' confidence and swagger had returned at the submission of his son's will
and the obvious desire of his son-in-law. He calmly crossed the room to them
and reached down to thrust two fingers directly inside where Kurt was held open
and deep dark crimson. It made the boy jump in surprise, and he pressed further
until he felt the plushness of Kurt's walls give way to a scorching hot
resistance. His pussy remained as small and naive as ever, but Thomas had been
inside. He remembered how well even Kurt's most secret places had received him.
With quick consideration, Thomas was in command of himself again. It was
nonsense this tension among them all. And he had no interest in disrupting the
domestic happiness of his youngest son's family, or displacing him as lord and
master of his and Kurt's tidy little home. (Little being a house with less than
ten bedrooms and more than as many staff.)
"Kurt, if you please darling, would you go with myself and Blaine to bed and
let me see to you. Properly." He emphasized the last word so that both boys
knew what he meant.
Blaine nodded, but Kurt was too hot and overwhelmed to do more than allowing
himself to be scooped up into Thomas' arms and carried upstairs.
There was a pleasant change of plan when Kurt was tumbled onto the bed, his
belly turning him over automatically and presenting his pert ass to Thomas. It
wasn't much of a concession, but Blaine felt relieved when his father stated he
would be taking Kurt from behind while Blaine would take his pussy. 
The boys were told how to position themselves, with Kurt on his hands and knees
over Blaine. Kurt was kissed and stroked from above and below, his breasts
sucked, and both of Anderson Sr.'s large hands skillfully preparing his ass and
pussy.
Thomas showed a welcome amount of consideration for Kurt in ordering Blaine not
to make a meal of it when Kurt was supporting his own weight. They were to fill
him up as they should, and please the boy as they wished afterward when he
could lie down comfortably.
Kurt trembled from head to toe as his leg was lifted up and he was spread wide
open. Thomas' thickness forced itself in first while Blaine was still slicking
up his own length. Kurt mewled shakily as his ass was filled and pressed right
to his spot. He knew his father-in-law had no taste for frills and games in the
bedroom, and he was simply made to take the cock to the hilt, no matter how
poorly he could accommodate it.
Blaine was suckling milk idly to distract his husband when he slid into what
little space was left. His father hadn't given him much to work with, and Kurt
was fighting not to let out tiny grunts of frustration as Blaine's cock fought
to fully seat itself.
When father and son were finally pistoning at a rapid pace inside him, Kurt's
mouth remained wide open in a strangled scream. His breath was punching out of
him faster than he could catch it and his breasts were bouncing heavily all
over Blaine's face. Milk was smearing out at random and Blaine was just about
to able to catch a nipple at times with his teeth.
Thomas stroked the silky thigh in his hand and spanked the perky round ass
spread open to take him. The pressure inside Kurt's tight ass was almost too
much for comfort, and he pounded all the harder to loosen it up a bit. The boy
screeched like a cat and shook all over as his pussy gushed out thin streams
over Blaine's cock.
Placing a broad palm over Kurt's belly, he felt movement. The child he had
placed there months ago when the boy had first so gamely taken his cock. Little
had he known how valuable Kurt would become to the family, and to him
personally. That Thomas would sire another child - another boy and heir -
inside this sweet young creature.
The fever for his son-in-law's beauty overtook him again and Thomas hastily
pulled out of Kurt's ass and lined up alongside Blaine's. Kurt's eyes flew open
and he looked down to where two generations of Anderson's were battling for
position in his pussy. They couldn't possibly…there was no way they could…
With a shout of triumph from both men, Thomas burst in alongside his son.
Kurt's eyes rolled back in his head and his arm gave out, crushing his breasts
until they were almost smothering Blaine's face.
As if in a trance, Thomas and Blaine fucked at an incredible pace into their
concubine. If the boy weren't already heavily with child he would certainly
have taken one - or both - of them into his womb and made another.
Kurt was shaking as he squirted constantly. Blaine had held out gamely but he
blew thick and heavy before he knew he was even coming. Thomas made the point
of maintaining control long after both of them and pushed in deep, well past
his son, and filled Kurt with himself until their mixed come was dripping back
out.
Kurt fell onto his back bonelessly once his captors pulled out of him, but he
immediately felt their hands and mouths attacking him. They each attached to a
breast and sucked mercilessly. Thomas squeezed his clit between two fingers and
stroked it in a way Kurt had never felt before - and would ask him to teach
Blaine later. It made him spasm into a tight arch with his legs flung wide into
the air as his whole body bore down and squirted jets of their come and his own
wetness off of the bed to the floor. He came non-stop for almost an entire
minute, feeling his milk dragged out of his breasts and his core pulsing out
stream after stream. His mind was a blank and he didn't know what he was
moaning out loud.
The atmosphere was oddly placid in the bedroom some time later. Kurt was
completely out of action, sprawled limp and wet all over between father and
son. Thomas had tucked himself back in his trousers and actually gone
downstairs to fetch a tray with water for Kurt and large brandies for himself
and Blaine.
They clinked glasses over Kurt's immobile form and chatted cordially about
plans to move the nursery into a larger room to accommodate all the children,
and separate dressing and feeding room for Kurt that he could decorate with
only himself to please. When the subject of their musings awoke they lifted his
head and helped him glug down water. He promptly dropped back to sleep again,
only dimly aware of two pairs of hands washing him gently and stroking his
belly until the little inmate calmed and let him rest.
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