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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Niall_Horan/Liam_Payne
  Additional Tags:
      Father/Son_Incest, Bottom_Niall, Top_Liam, Grinding, Wet_Dream, Underage
      Sex, Extremely_Underage
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-09 Words: 2453
****** One Hell Of A Wake Up ******
by tommysinful
Summary
     Liam wakes up to his nine year old son who has had his first wet
     dream. The smell of his boy cum turns him on so much and he has to of
     course clean his son up. While washing him things get a lot dirtier
     than imagined.
Liam was awoken to whimpering near his head as he slept, dreaming of running
through a field made of chocolate or something odd like that, a shaking of his
body accompanied with tiny breaths arose him from his slumber. He cracked one
rather bloodshot eye open to see the silhouette of his nine-year-old son Niall.
“Daddy?” He whimpered out with a pouting lip and puffy cheeks. Liam had had the
boy with his one time girlfriend who had been long gone by now. When their son
was only four she had taken off and didn’t look back so now at twenty-nine he
was a single father. His son was his entire life and he loved him to the end of
the world and back so being awoken by an obviously crying son had him waking up
much faster than normal.
“Baby what’s wrong? Come here.” Liam opened his arms to let the small boy crawl
into his bed but Niall simply shook his small head and whimpered again looking
down.
“Daddy don’t be mad at me.” His tears started to flow more freely at this
point. Niall was never a crier so for something to upset him like this must
have been pretty bad for the small child.
“I won’t be mad just tell me what happened Ni-bug.” Liam slipped out of his bed
to kneel if front of his son. He was so tiny and just damn adorable and to see
him distraught was heartbreaking to say the least.
“I think I wet the bed, please don’t be mad.” Niall whispered out. He was never
a bed wetter, not even when his mother, the bitch, skipped town to run off and
be a floozy somewhere else. Liam still didn’t know why him, level headed and
responsible, ever started dating someone so aloof and exempt.
“Aw baby, I’m not mad it happens sometimes.” Liam sighed out, probably just had
too much water or something before bed. Kids did that type of thing, nothing to
be angry about he thought.
“It’s sticky daddy, it’s gross.” Niall spoke a bit calmer as he pulled the
front of his pajama bottoms with a grimace upon his tiny face. Big blue eyes
holding a look of distaste and his nose scrunched up.
Sticky? How could it be…oh. The gears in Liam’s brain started working again. He
hadn’t wet the bed. He had a wet dream. Well, this was sort of uncomfortable.
He knew that the day would come that his son would start hitting puberty with
raging hormones and a libido to back it up but he wasn’t even in middle school
yet and the kid was already busting a nut in his sleep? Liam guessed his
dominant genes must have taken over because he hit puberty early as well but
not at nine. With sort of wide eyes he shook his head and ran his hands through
his son’s dark hair.
“Niall, it’s okay. You didn’t wet the bed alright? You uh, you had a wet dream
sweetie.” Liam’s face started to blush, he had no problem talking about things
of a sexual nature but when it’s your own son and he’s still way too young to
even begin to think about it, needless to say an awkward turtle floated through
the room.
“A wet what? What does that mean daddy?” Niall rubbed his eye and he was still
playing with his pajama bottoms that had the faint scent of semen on them. Liam
thought to himself ‘Jesus, I can smell it. How fucking virile is my kid? And
why do I like it?’ quickly shaking his head to address the question and matter
at hand.
“A wet dream bug, it’s when something makes you happy and you uh, you cum. It
happens to all little boys when they’re growing up.” Liam tried to keep some
semblance of composure but something very strange was happening to him. His
cock was starting to grow and he wasn’t exactly sure why. His nine-year-old
son, his blood, had had a wet dream completely soaking his bottoms and Liam,
being the sick fuck he was, was finding it arousing. Yeah he was bi or pan or
whatever you’d like to call it but it had been a while since he’d had any
release by anybody else, too long in fact. And here was his son, innocent and
naïve and completely unaware to the things happening to him, having a wet dream
and crying about it.
“Come here and let’s get you cleaned up yeah?” Liam opened his arms to pull
Niall up and his tiny legs wrapped around his strong waist, the wet patch of
his bottoms smeared against his bare torso causing his already stiffening cock
to twitch, this was beyond wrong, this was sick. Incest man, incest. So why was
the usually regular, normal, levelheaded father getting turned on. It must have
been a combination of the sheer sinful taboo of the situation and what could
happen and not to mention he was horny as fuck for most of the time.
He walked Niall to the bathroom setting him down lightly on the floor as he
started the head of the shower using his hand to check the temperature. He
turned around and saw how very demure Niall looked and began to strip him of
his soiled bottoms, his small flaccid cock was still sticky and slightly white
due to his excretions and Liam had to bite back a moan at seeing it with his
tiny frame flushed due to embarrassment.
“Hey baby, it’s okay. We’re just gonna get you cleaned up and you can sleep
with me okay? Is your bed dirty?” His father asked as he picked up his son and
placed him under the water. The steaming shower coated his body and ran down
every crevice of the nine year old, his father grabbed a wash cloth and began
to rub away the sheen of sweat he had and started to wipe away the sticky mess
from his son’s groin.
“No my bed’s fine.” Niall nodded to him and watched as his father with his much
larger hands caressed his skin with the slightly rough rag. This wasn’t the
first time he had been washed by his father, whenever he was sick or got way
too messy for himself to actually bathe, Liam would clean him up and dress him
into something warm and smelling lightly of fabric softener. Then he let out a
moan when it rubbed a particularly sensitive area just under his ballsack.
“Daddy that felt good.”
Liam looked up to his eyes seeing as the pupils were getting wider before he
felt something nudging his hand. Niall’s small pale cock was erect and
twitching under the friction. His mind was blown and he froze in fear of what
to do, not only did his son just pop a boner because of him but now his own
cock was hardening rapidly. The eight-inch length was beginning to tent his own
bottoms and his voice wavered in his throat. This was so very wrong yet it felt
like the perfect thing to do.
“Daddy, do it again.” Niall whimpered out with his eyes closed. “Make me feel
good. It feels really good.”
So without even really thinking about it Liam started to palm his son’s small
erection, rolling it between his abdomen and his father’s rough palm, it was
too small to really grab a hold of so he figured this would have to do. He
watched with wide eyes and an aching erection as his child was moaning and
shivering under the rough touch. His long cock began to strain against his
bottoms and the tip started to leak its precum making a stain much like his son
had earlier.
“Can I make you feel good daddy? I see your penis is hard. Do you want me to
make you feel good? I can try.” Niall deadpanned with the hint of angelic
tinkling in his voice. He brought one wet hand to cup his father’s cheek and
rubbed it with his small thumb while his other hand leaned down to rub against
the dampened spot in his father’s pajama bottoms. He hissed in ecstasy and
desire feeling the small-inexperienced hands fondle and press into his groin.
He recoiled with wide eyes and a slight panic in his voice, “Daddy did I hurt
you? I’m sorry!”
Liam could barely chuckle at how filthy and determined his son was at one
second then the next he was back to be an adolescent just starting puberty.
“No baby, you didn’t hurt daddy.” He declared to his son as he stood up and
began lowering his bottoms. Niall gasped at seeing how veiny and smooth the
skin of his father’s cock was, the tip was slightly red and leaking some clear
liquid out of it, he reached forward and started pumping the shaft with one
small hand while doing the same to himself as Liam was stepping out of his
pants and held a firm grip pushing the thick foreskin back to reveal the
bulbous head of the cock.
“So big daddy.” Niall let out breathily and licked his lips making them shiny
and flushed. He hadn’t released or stopped pumping his father’s cock making
Liam nibble his bottom lip and hoping that he wouldn’t come to climax too soon.
This was too good to be over so soon.
Liam stepped into the tub fueled by lust and the unknown and laid down in the
tub with his son straddling his hard cock and the hot water cascading down upon
them. The boy ground his hips using the separation of his tiny ass cheeks to
sandwich Liam’s uncut cock between them and slid back and forth from the base
of his cock to near the tip. His clenching hole would brush the heated slicked
skin of Liam’s cock and he’d whine each time it would rub delicious friction
against it. Liam had one hand still rolling Niall’s small penis against his
stomach, the other holding his hip and guiding him up and down his length and
he was practically writhing watching the small blue eyed boy with water
careening over his head slide back and forth against his cock.
“Daddy, does it feel good?” He asked breathily while his father’s penis was
being pushed in between his own stomach and Niall’s small ass cheeks. His body
was speeding up with his ministrations and Liam could feel how his small bum
would clench and squeeze his thick member between them. If this was how it was
just to rub between the cheeks he could only imagine how tight it would be to
enter it. But he couldn’t do it, at least not yet. This was wrong yet Liam had
never done or witnessed anything so erotic in his life.
“Yes baby, it feels ve-very good.” The older stuttered out, the heat of the
shower combined with how very supple and smooth the flesh of his son was
against his massive cock was making his head spin and heart thunder in his
chest. The final push was when Niall’s small hand both wrapped around the head
of his father’s cock, making it look even bigger than it had before, and he was
simultaneously grinding and jerking him off at the same time.
“Daddy needs to cum. I want daddy to cum with me.” Niall let out and his hips
started jerking and Liam could feel how the small pale cock he was still
playing with was throbbing under his rough palm. Niall began panting as his
tiny legs pushed him back and forth against his father’s member, the sweat
formed again on his brow and he bit his bottom lip waiting for that final
release he knew was coming. The combination of his small entrance being
bombarded with friction and the rough pads of Liam’s hand on his cock had him
seeing stars and felt a warm pull in his gut.
“Okay baby, daddy will cum with you.” Liam could barely speak, his cock was
basically being ridden and pulled with an excellence no child should have, your
own child especially, but there he was, getting one of the most mind blowing
sexual experiences of his life from his own son. His massive cock brushed
Niall’s rim of muscle and the little boy spread his cheeks using the cock of
his dad like a wedge and dragged it with deadly force across the skin.
“Oh daddy! OH!” Niall’s small frame shook violently as he rode out his orgasm.
His small cock spurted less than a man’s amount of semen between his father’s
fingers and his own abdomen, his cheeks clamping around Liam’s cock and his
tiny hands gripping the head and pulling the stretchy foreskin with vice like
vigor and need. The familiar pull in the father’s stomach came to a head and
Liam exploded with his eyes shut tight and throwing his head back to slam
heavily against the tiled wall. “Fuck!” he yelled out as white hot spunk shot
across his chest and abdomen and completely coated his son’s small hands.
Niall watched his father’s entire body tense, his amazing abs flexed and
tightened with his large hand holding his hip gripping him tight. Their breaths
were heavy and labored as Niall could feel exhaustion washing over him so he
leaned forward to nuzzle into his dad’s chest feeling the sticky semen between
them but being too tired to care. Liam wrapped his large arms around his son
and kissed his head with the water still coating them both.
Liam stood up on shaky legs after both could finally get their bearings and
cleaned both of them off with the same rag that had inadvertently caused this
whole fucked up, twisted yet oddly satisfying turn of events. The father dried
himself off and his son before bringing him back into his large bedroom to
cuddle him, both naked, they both basically fucked so what was the point of
clothing at this point, and the small boy curled into his father’s chest.
“Baby?” Liam whispered out feeling Niall begin to doze off.
“Yeah daddy?” Came the smallest voice he ever had uttered.
“You can’t tell anyone about that okay? Just for daddy and you.” Liam had to
cover his tracks. It wasn’t like he was planning on taking it farther or for
that to become a usual thing although his cock, even though completely spent,
did stiffen just the slightest of how he would love to destroy his little
tunnel.
“I know daddy, just for us. I love you. G’night.” And he was out within
seconds.
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