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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      モブサイコ100_|_Mob_Psycho_100
  Relationship:
      Suzuki_Shou/Suzuki_Touichirou
  Character:
      Suzuki_Shou, Suzuki_Touichirou
  Additional Tags:
      Crossdressing, Incest, Father/Son_Incest, Playing_House
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-11 Words: 1772
****** Daddy's Wife ******
by MerryGoat
Summary
     After Mrs. Suzuki left her husband alone to care for their growing
     son, Touichirou's attitude takes a turn for the worst. With no one to
     take his frustrations out on but his own son, who looks so much like
     his once beloved wife, poor little Shou is forced to become a
     replacement.
Notes
     Another fill for another lovely prompt at the mob psycho kink meme~
     It's full of so many amazing prompts. I recommend you all check it
     out!
     mp100-kink.dreamwidth.org/
See the end of the work for more notes
The dress was a few sizes too big, loosely hanging off his thin frame, barely
being held up by the sleeves that slid off his shoulders. The bra was useless,
holding nothing. But the panties, worn and mildly torn at the seams, fit him
perfectly. And he couldn’t complain about the stockings.
Shou stood in front of his bathroom mirror, staring at his own reflection. The
silver necklace swung back and forth on his neck, shining in the bathroom
light. His ears had finally stopped getting infected every few days from the
crude piercing job, and moon shaped earrings dangled under his ears.
He swallowed his pride and picked up a tube of lipstick, almost completely
used. ’I’ll have to ask him for a new one…’
There was no time to waste as he shakily smeared on the ruby red lipstick,
popping his lips together to make it look even. He pushed the cap back on and
leaned away from the counter, finally standing up straight. He gave himself a
once over trying to make sure everything was perfect.
And it was. He was the spitting, prepubescent male image of his mother. But for
his father, that was enough. With not a second more to waste, he opened the
bathroom door. He ran out the door, but not before turning off the light, and
made a beeline towards the kitchen.
He skipped to a halt, sliding across the wooden floor just a few inches because
of his slippery socks, and peered his head into the kitchen. Empty. Good, he
was just on time.
Scampering over to the stove, he quickly shut off the burner. The soup had just
reached a boil and was ready to eat. He mentally patted himself on the back,
and pulled two bowls out of the cabinets. He filled them each with a hefty
amount of vegetables and meat, and put in an extra bit of meat to his father’s
bowl. He’d like that.
By the time he heard the front door open, Shou was sitting beside the head of
the table. He had time to set dinner up just in time, and had nothing else to
do but wait for his father to join him for the last meal of the day.
“Honey, I’m home,” Touichirou called out, stepping into the Kitchen. He had
already taken his jacket off, still wearing his white blouse and gray slacks.
His tie hung loosely off his neck before he pulled it off and stuffed it into
his pocket, sauntering over to the head of the kitchen table. The bowls of soup
were still steaming.
“Welcome home Touichi, how was your day today?” Shou recited.
“Ah, it was such a busy day at work,” His father replied, pulling the chair out
and slumping on it. He leaned back, legs spread as he stared at the served
food. “But I see that you kept yourself busy too sweety, the food smells
delicious.”
Shou smiled, looking down bashfully at his crossed hands on his lap. “Thank
you,” He responded, feet swinging as his toes barely touched the ground.
“Thank you for the meal,” Touichirou smiled, clapping his hands together before
picking up his chopsticks. He looked at Shou expectantly until the boy picked
up his own chopsticks. And they both ate in silence, Shou melting in his seat
the entire time as he felt his father’s eyes locked on him.
 
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“Come on you little slut, how long can it take to prepare that pussy of yours?”
Touichirou grunted, leaning against the bed board. His legs were spread, hard
cock erect and dripping with lube that he had just slathered on.
Shou whimpered softly, kneeling just in front of his father. “I-I’m almost
done, dear,” he panted. Both of his hands were stuffed between his thighs,
forearms pushing the dress up to reveal his actions. One hand served to grab
and pull open his ass, and the other was at work loosening up his hole. The
sick squelches were all that could be heard in the room aside from his pathetic
whimpers.
When he finally managed to shove four fingers up his ass, he pulled them out.
The dress dropped and covered his perversion. But he still cringed at the
disgusting noises his body made.
Dropping to all fours, he crawled his way over to his father. He placed his
hands over the man’s large thighs, pushing himself up. Touichirou helped him
up, grabbing his hips and plucking him up. He set him back down on his thighs.
Shou’s legs were bent into a complete kneeling position, thighs spread as he
sat between his father’s thighs.
Shou pulled the dress back, the majority of the skirt material pooling behind
him and out of the way. They both looked down between their bodies,
Touichirou’s hard cock lightly pressing against Shou’s own smaller cock, stiff
and rosy pink.
“My wife, look at how hard your cute little clit is,” Touichirou chuckled,
reaching down to press a finger on the tip. Shou whimpered, hips bucking
forward needily. “Shall I make love to you, or do you want to be fucked?” He
purred.
Shou’s lips pursed, body racked in nervous and excited shudders. “F-Fuck me,
please,” He answered, knowing it was what his father wanted to hear. And
without a word of warning, large arms wrapped around his torso. He shut his
eyes, for the briefest moment able to pretend it was a sweet, innocent embrace…
Even as he was pulled up, his ass hovering just above his father’s erection. He
could feel the wet head smear pre-cum between his ass.
Taking what little control he had of the situation, Shou dropped his ass down
and took his entire father’s cock at once. He bit his lip to hold in a scream,
accidentally biting too hard and drawing blood. His eyes were shut tight. His
body twitched, hands squeezing his father’s shoulders as he tried to adjust to
the sudden dick up his ass.
He only peered an eye open when he felt a soft kiss being pressed against his
lips. He let go of his lip, jaw hanging open as he panted, his father’s tongue
sloppily licking his mouth. It was desperate, passionate, and so loving…
Despite the pain that threatened to burst his stomach open, he began to move
himself. Tiny little hip ruts, just barely moving as he tried to get used to
the sensation again. Each time they fucked, it got easier and easier to take it
with less pain. That was evident when it only took a couple of minutes for Shou
to override the pain, and begin to use his father’s shoulders as leverage to
fuck himself on his cock.
“D-d-daddy,” Shou whimpered, head thrown back as his father rubbed and
occasionally slapped his ass.
“Daddy?” Touichirou smiled, “Well aren’t you into some dirty role-play, my
beloved wife.”
Shou whimpered again, but from distress. Realizing that no matter how hard he
was trying, he was nothing but replacement. A crude, obscene copy of the woman
his father truly loved.
“I love, love you honey,” Shou responded instead of voicing his thoughts. He
wouldn’t make that mistake again.
“And I love you, dear,” His father responded, leaning forward to bury his face
in his son’s shoulders. His arms wrapped around Shou’s waist, encouraging him
to go faster. And Shou obeyed.
The boy panted and moaned, pitching his voice higher as he bounced. It felt
like his insides were being punched with each downwards movement, but to hear
his father’s praises was so, so worth it…
“You’re doing so good baby, such a good job,” Touichirou panted, nibbling on
Shou’s neck.
“Hah, ah, thank you,” Shou responded, shutting his eyes as he let his body go
into autopilot mode with his actions. “I’m trying my best for you, dear.”
“I’m so close, can’t wait to fill you up,” Touichirou whispered, pressing his
hand against Shou’s lower tummy. “And you’re going to have my children, my
lovely, lovely wife,” he grunted, finally helping Shou out by thrusting his
hips up.
“Thanks, thank you, I-” Shou panted, movements becoming frantic as he tried to
bring his father to completion quicker. He placed a hand over his father’s
hand, holding it in place as he tightened his ass. “I want to have daddy’s
babies,” He whimpered.
“Of course you will, I promise we’ll keep trying until you do,” His father
smiled. And Touichirou felt sick, between the pangs of hope and uncertainty.
“Come on, I want to make you cum too,” Touichirou moaned, hand beginning to rub
and squeeze Shou's baby fat. “Rub your clit for me, I want you to cum - I want
to cum together.”
And Shou followed directions eagerly, dropping one hand down grab his little
cock. He wrapped his entire fist around it, thrusting forward as he fucked
himself on both ends. The quicker he got it over with, the sooner he could
enjoy it.
A few bounces later, Touichirou’s hands gripped Shou’s waist and held him down
flush against his hips. His entire cock was buried inside his wife, pulsing as
his balls emptied themselves. Shou couldn't even feel the cum, the sensation
being drowned out by the lube and intense soreness that essentially numbed his
ass.
And not that it truly mattered to either of them, but Shou’s finally brought
himself to completion. He held his hand still as an intense feeling shook his
entire body, thighs shaking as he worked to milk Touichirou’s cock. His cock
spurted out a few tiny beads of cum, barely enough to call it a proper orgasm.
After all, he’d only started cumming a few weeks ago.
Shou fell boneless atop his father, shaking as he tried to regulate himself
again. He whined when the cock slid out of his ass, as he felt the copious
amounts of lube and semen dripping down thighs.
Shou laid against his “husband’s” chest, panting in post orgasmic bliss. It
wasn’t until recently that he had been given the privilege to orgasm, and it
certainly made things a bit more enjoyable for him. It almost made up for the
fact that he vomited his guts out every night, and had started having issues
with holding his bowels.
But his father was content, and finally giving him attention again. His body
was a small price to pay for the satisfaction of his beloved father, who chose
to keep and raise him alone. And he couldn’t bring himself to regret a thing as
he was being caressed, soft tiny kisses pressing against his temple as he fell
into a dreamless sleep.
End Notes
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