Submitting to His Stud Son

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

Sid hissed through his teeth, back arching, wanting his son inside him all the more. The golden palomino stallion may have let himself go a little bit in middle-age and later, but, well, at the very least he had a son who was the spitting image of him in his younger days to show him what he had been. His muscles bulged – those belonging to Maverick, that was – as he pushed over his father, his cock thrusting the dock of his tail out of the way.

His son was a stud, smooth and powerful, reminding him of himself, yet Sid had never wanted to submit to anyone before. It had taken huge life changes for him to accept that he wanted to be with guys and an even bigger, taboo change in him to admit that he lusted for his adult son. He groaned out loud, grinding back, on all fours on the edge of the bed, though he did not feel as stable as he could have been with his hooves kicked out over the edge. Yet it was the best position for his son to fuck him in, a hard length of relaxbet güvenilirmi stallion-meat pressed up to the tight bud of his tail hole.

“You ready, dad?”

His son mocked him lightly, knowing that his father wanted his meat more than anything else, the marriage bed that Sid had once shared with Maverick’s mother far less than pure. Yet it was the perfect stage for Maverick to bear in, letting the slow slide of his hips and his weight press open that tight hole as had been done so many times over already. It was a movement and a glide that they knew intimately, though Maverick’s ears flicked still when his father’s moans rose and rose.

Such passion between studs was to be revered, not hidden away, his fingers curling around Sid’s shoulder, drawing him back onto his cock. He didn’t want to do all the work, after all, grunting thickly, tail lashing the air, knowing that his dad’s tight hole too was something to be savoured. That did not stop him from tipping his weight forward, just a little, thrusting and grinding, demanding that the other stallion take every last inch, deep and up past the medial ring.

“Ohhh…”

Sid moaned out loud, trying to twist back and forth but his son held him too tight. He needed it, wanting more, though he was the submissive party in the equation, his tail flagged and pushed off to the side so that even the soft, tender underside of his dock was exposed. He grunted and hung his head, though could not dip his torso, forced up and into position, his backside at relaxbet yeni giriş the perfect height for Maverick to pound it full.

His son wasted no time. The swing and push of his hips ground in over and over again, spearing him full, spreading him open, Sid’s grunts and groans rising. He could have been a stud, if he had ever again dared to take control, but that most certainly was not the position at tall that he wanted to take down before his son. No… No, it was far better to submit in a moment like that, to savour just how his aching tail hole was stretched and spread, taking it deep, his son’s nuts smacking up lightly against his.

That was perhaps the most carnally intimate thing of all as Sid whimpered, not feeling or sounding at all like a stud in that moment. No, he was a weak colt, submitting to his son, Maverick’s strong thrusts reverberating through his entire body. It jostled and jerked him about, making him feel that his body was no longer his own, glutes tense even as he tried to relax to take the full length of his son’s dick. Not that he needed to relax, not really, as Maverick was set to take what he wanted either way, groaning, paw drifting from his shoulder, under his father’s stomach…

“Ohhh!”

Sid could not help but moan out loud, the touch of his son’s firm paw on his mottled length more than he could stand. In a moment he was not even a colt but the embodiment of a breeding filly, rolling his hips back at his son, lusting for it, submitting with each quivering breath relaxbet giriş that fluttered from his nostrils. He could have held back and pretended that he was not on the edge of ejaculating but that would have been an out and out lie as Maverick pumped his length a handful of times, controlling his prick in more than one way.

Shot after shot of virile stallion-cum painted the bed, but that would not be Maverick’s job to clean up later as he took his father rampantly, each driving stroke of his cock coming with a fresh sense of power. His father’s load was wasted, not fit to go down a throat or even into a tail hole, but his seed would be spent right where it belonged in the older stallion’s tight pucker.

Thrust after thrust, hypnotic and driving. Maverick lost himself in the moment, relishing in control, power, leaving his father’s dick to half-soften, moaning throatily, his nostrils quivering. A stroke of his dick drove deep and he was over the edge, his balls churning and throbbing up against his father’s, though there was no question, not in that moment, as to which of them was the more dominant party. Spurt after spurt of thick cum flooded his father’s tail hole, but the seal of his arse around Maverick’s dick was too tight to let even a single drop escape.

Yet it was Maverick that reaped the spoils, grunting softly, ears flickering, admiring just how his father’s shoulders rounded, tiny nuances of submission. The throbbing of his dick came with each spurt of cum, pouring forth, flooding him deeply, and he took his pleasure slowly, patiently, resting there as he spent his load.

Spurt after spurt, throb after throb. Maverick’s eyes half-lidded, nostrils whuffling softly.

There was nothing better than getting his dad to submit to him.

After all, they both knew who was the stud.

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