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It’s late and Ghost is heading to bed, he’d almost fallen asleep on the sofa watching some shitty crime drama and had to concede that it was time for him to give it up for the night. He diverts to Johnny’s room before his own to ensure he’s not staying up playing some game he’s not supposed to. The kid is currently grounded because he had been caught smoking on the school field last week, and if that wasn’t bad enough he had tried to sneak into the teacher's lounge after school to steal his cigs back after they had been confiscated. Johnny’s lucky that he hadn’t been expelled, and instead, the school had given him two weeks of in-school suspension.

It’s times like this he almost misses Johnny’s mum, not that he ever wants to see her again after she had walked out on them both, stating motherhood wasn’t for her. But after his time as a lieutenant, Ghost doesn’t want to have to be a hardass at home with his son all the time. He knows it’s hard on Johnny not having his mum around, it's hard on them both. Johnny used to be such a sweet boy, though recent years had seen him turn into a right terror.

There's no light coming from underneath Johnny’s bedroom door, which should be a good sign, but it makes his stomach churn. He loves his son, but he’s been a right little brat since he hit his teenage years and Ghost had fully expected to be giving him another earful. So when he opens the door and the light from the hallway spills over Johnny’s bed and there's no teenage-sized lump underneath the covers and no Johnny sitting at his desk playing games like he expected his blood runs cold.

His mind is running through all of the worst possible scenarios, he’s been retired from the military for years but there's always the chance that one of the many men he’d pissed off in his time in the service has come to pay them a visit. The idea of Johnny falling into one of their hands has him frantically pulling the covers away in case he’s somehow missed his kid hiding underneath.

Ghost sits down on the bed and tries to settle himself, rubbing his palms into his eyes as he takes a few calming breaths. It’s incredibly unlikely someone from his past has come forward now and with how his son has been behaving these last few years there must be a more likely explanation for Johnny’s disappearance from his room. He thinks back to the tantrum Johnny threw when he found out he had been grounded, and remembers that it was mainly over the fact that it would mean he would be missing a party one of his little mates is throwing this weekend.

Booting up Johnny’s computer and entering in the password he’s read over the kid's shoulder enough times to have it memorised he opens up his recent chats.

And there it is, the last message from Johnny over an hour ago saying that he’ll be there soon sent to Kyle. He has a quick scroll through the previous messages that show Johnny planning out his stupid scheme, from the looks of it he had snuck a bottle of vodka from the liquor cabinet and climbed out of his bedroom window. So not only is he being a misbehaving little shit but he’s putting himself in danger as well.

Ghost is clearly going to have to think of some new ways to punish the kid because grounding him isn’t working. An image of Johnny spread over his lap as Ghost spanks him until his arse cheeks are red and bruised flits through his mind. Ghost knows he’s a sick man, knows that some of the thoughts he has about his boy would have him thrown in jail if he were to enact them. But he can’t help it as he feels his cock twitching in his pants at the idea, can already picture just how beautiful his little boy would look staring up at him with tears in his eyes as he begs his dad to stop.

Before he can spiral any further down that line of thought he shuts Johnny’s computer down and makes his way downstairs to get his keys. There’s no telling how much trouble Johnny has got himself into since he snuck out of the house, and Ghost knows there's no point in simply calling him to tell him to come home.

He’s going to have to go and pick the boy up himself. Lucky that he’s dropped Johnny off at Kyle’s house enough times to remember the address, he has to hold himself back from going too far over the speed limit as he drives through the winding country roads it takes to get there.

When he pulls up outside the old farmhouse he can hear the bass from the music thumping already. Teens are loitering in the front garden smoking and giggling to each other. If there were any neighbours near enough it's clear this party would have already been broken up by the police.

Ghost watches with no small amount of glee as the kids outside notice him storming up the drive, their faces paling when they realise he’s an adult and not here to attend the party. He’s towering over them and he knows full well what he must look like, scarred face full of thunder as he catches the arm of one of the boys trying subtly to back away from him.

“Johnny, where is he?”

The kid chokes on his spit as he tries in vain to wriggle out of Ghost's grip, and if he didn’t know that none of these kids are meant to be here he would probably be worrying about the fact that his grip is tight enough to hurt.

“I dunno sir, inside somewhere.”

He pushes the kid away and ignores him as he stumbles, pushing his way into the house and grimacing at the smell of teenage sweat and cheap beer that’s hanging in the air. Small eyes stare at him as he scans over the bodies looking for his son. Ghost doesn’t see Johnny but he does make eye contact with Kyle instead, watching as he tries to turn and duck away in the opposite direction but he’s not fast enough to get away from Ghost as he yanks him back by his shirt.

“Kyle. Where’s Johnny?” Kyle gulps, and Ghost watches as he considers him for a moment. “Don’t think about lying to me lad, we both know your parents would kill you for this party. Tell me where he is or I’ll have to give them a call.”

Kyle rolls his eyes at him, and it's only the stench of booze coming off him that means Ghost will let him off this time. That and he makes the smart decision.

“Soap’s upstairs, saw him head up there a few minutes ago.”

Ghost gives him a thanks and a pat on the shoulder and heads for the stairs. The first room he tries is the bathroom, which is thankfully empty. The next he gets shouted at by two teenagers necking on the bed.

When he opens the door at the end of the hall he thinks Johnny isn’t in here either. It’s lit only by soft lamplight from the corner and he can just make out two forms on the bed, one pinned beneath the other. Then the kid underneath pokes his head up to look over the bigger boy's shoulder and those blue eyes can’t belong to anyone else.

Red clouds his mind and before Ghost can register what he’s doing, he’s pulling the boy that's on top of Johnny back and throwing him to the ground. He pulls his arm back to throw a punch ready to maim this boy for daring to touch what doesn’t belong to him. He’s only stopped when he feels small hands grasping at his shirt and a voice desperately shouting at him.

“Dad! Stop!”

Ghost spins around and frantically pats his hands over Johnny’s body, not even sure what he’s looking for but relief floods through him when he sees that he’s fully dressed and unharmed. Ghost cups Johnny’s face and can’t help but grimace when he sees how hazy and unfocused his eyes are, tears clumping his eyelashes together and threatening to spill. It’s unfair how pretty he looks even now, drunk and upset. The beast in Ghost's chest is snarling in possession as he stares down at his boy, and something snaps in him.

Dropping his hands down to Johnny’s waist he lifts him up and hefts him over his shoulder, holding onto him tight, ignoring the yelp that rips from the kid's throat and the feel of small fists pounding against his back. He spares one last look at the boy on the floor and smiles down at him as he scurries on his arse away from them, hands trying to cover the wet patch that's spreading on the crotch of his trousers as he literally pisses himself in fear. Ghost ignores the stares from the other teenagers as he makes his way back through the house, all while Johnny is shouting at him to put him down, speech slurred from the booze coursing through his system.

When he gets to the car he rips the passenger door open, chucks Johnny down into the seat and tries to wrestle the seatbelt onto him as Johnny does his best to wriggle out of his hold. Ghost lets out a frustrated growl.

“Johnny. Unless you want to make this worse than it already is I suggest you sit fuckin’ still.”

That does it, at least for now, Johnny scowls at him though. Eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip stuck out in a pout, if Ghost wasn’t already so pissed at him he would be teasing Johnny about how cute he looks. He does give him a little pat on his cheek after he manages to finally get the buckle into the plug.

Johnny ignores him on the drive home, pointedly staring out the window as if Ghost isn’t even there. Doesn’t even twitch when Ghost sets a hand on his thigh and gives it a squeeze. Ghost tries to take the time to calm down, but then his mind goes back to the image of that fucker on top of his boy and his blood pressure starts rising again.

By the time they get back to the house, he’s only served in stoking the rage that's been building in his gut even further. Fingers twitch against the steering wheel as he tries desperately to calm himself before he does something he might regret.

Thankfully Johnny makes a smart decision for the first time tonight and follows Ghost inside without having to be carried in. Takes his time doing it though, dragging his feet like he knows what’s coming for him.

Once they’re inside Ghost just stares at him as Johnny kicks off his shoes, waiting for some sort of explanation for the shit that Johnny pulled tonight. Should be expecting the petulant whine that comes out of his son instead.

“Dad what the fuck!”

“What the fuck were you thinking Johnny? Not only running off to some party when you’re grounded. But acting like a little fucking slut while you’re there? Letting that boy touch you up.”

Johnny shakes his head as if he can deny what Ghost saw with his own eyes.

“Daddy I’m so-”

“Apologies aren’t going to cut it this time kid. What am I meant to do with you? Sometimes I think the only thing for you is military school.”

Ghost watches as tears start to pool in Johnny’s eyes and he takes a stumbling step forward, still drunk from whatever he had been drinking at that party. Which just brings the image of him under that boy in that bed back into his head.

He can’t hold in his snarl at the thought, grabbing onto Johnny’s waist to steady him as he almost trips when he tries to take another step. Tears falling now as he blubbers in Ghost’s arms.

“Please don’t send me away. I’m so sorry Daddy, I didn’t mean it.”

“Didn’t mean it? Didn’t mean it when you snuck out your window and could have got yourself hurt? Didn’t mean it when you went to a party when you knew you shouldn’t? Didn’t mean it when you let that boy out his hands all over you? All over what’s fucking mine?”

Ghost is too angry to even realise what he’s said until he hears the small gasp that Johnny lets out. His hands are sinking into Johnny’s waist and hip hard enough to leave bruises, flesh giving way to his grasp as he pulls his son impossibly closer to his own body.

He moves backwards towards the sofa, pulling Johnny back with him. Dropping to sit down and yanking Johnny across his lap.

“Seems I need to show you don’t I kid? Groundings not working, maybe a good spanking will teach you not to act like this again.”

He pushes on Johnny’s back when he squirms, tugging his trousers and boxers down in one sharp pull. Johnny brings his hands back to try and cover himself and preserve his dignity but gives up quickly when Ghost pushes them away. And Ghost is still so angry that he hardly even takes the time to appreciate how good his son's arse looks like this.

Johnny’s still wriggling in his lap trying to escape and all it’s doing is riling Ghost up further.

The first smack of his palm against Johnny’s arse cheek is loud enough that it echoes around the room, quiet apart from the whimpers his boy is making. Johnny lets out a yelp when skin meets skin, one of his legs kicking out at the sensation. And maybe if Ghost was a better man he would leave it at that. But instead, he brings his hand down on the other cheek, hard enough this time to sting his own palm on the impact.

“You’re gonna count for me, kid. Get it wrong and we restart so you better pay attention.” He gives another slap and stares down as his son's flesh jiggles from it, can’t resist giving it a hard squeeze before giving it another smack. “Go on then. Count.”

“Dad! Please, I’m sorry.”

Johnny turns his face to him, and Ghost is taken back to his thoughts from earlier in the night as his son stares at him. Tears already streaming down his face and his pert arse starting to grow red from the three slaps he’s given it.

“Sorry won’t cut it, Johnny. Now go on, how many?”

“T-three.”

Ghost doesn’t waste any time in laying another smack down, Johnny’s little hands coming to grip tightly into his jeans as he manages to choke out the next count. Ghost can feel how hard he already is, and the way Johnny squirms with each new spank against his flesh he’s pressing himself down onto his dad's cock. Giving the barest hint of sensation against his throbbing length.

It’s when they reach number eight that Johnny lets out his loudest sob yet, both of his legs kicking out in opposite directions, giving Ghost the perfect view of his pretty little cunt.

And if that wasn't good enough already, it seems his son has been enjoying his punishment, because there shining in the light is wetness dripping from his pussy and coating the inside of his thighs.

Ghost pauses for a moment as he stares, Johnny turning to look at him again and it’s now that Ghost can see how blown his pupils are.

“Look at you kid, getting all wet from your dad spanking you. Thought you said you weren’t a slut?”

Johnny tries to close his legs, but it’s all too easy for Ghost to keep them apart. He runs a gentle finger along the outside of his folds, before pulling his hand back and laying a slap down directly on his boy’s wet pussy. Johnny lets out a choked noise, but Ghost notices that his hips are pressing up like he’s looking for more.

Ghost has always considered himself a good father, and he continues to tell himself that as he spreads Johnny’s legs even wider and uses two fingers to spread the lips of his cunt apart. His boy lets out what could almost be a moan, but it quickly cuts off when Ghost lays his final spank of the night directly against his engorged clit.

Johnny gives a choked scream at the sensation, acting like he isn’t loving it. But Ghost has the perfect view to watch as his hole clenches down on nothing and he swears he can see Johnny growing even more wet at the sharp pain. And when he pulls his hand away he can see the small layer of slickness that's now coating it.

“Go on then kiddo, count the last two.”

It takes Johnny a moment to get his bearings together, and his voice is husky and rough when he speaks.

“Nine and ten Daddy.”

Ghost can feel his cock twitching against his kid's stomach at that, can’t help but groan and shift his hips up to try to gain a bit of friction against his son's tummy.

Johnny is sobbing underneath him, his body shaking as Ghost runs a soothing hand over his sore arse. The flesh is red and tender, the barest hint of purple starting to show already where the bruises will form. He squeezes one of his cheeks and Johnny sucks in a breath and tilts his head around to stare up at him. Eye’s cloudy from the alcohol still in his system and arousal and pain. A soft whimper falls from his kid's throat when Ghost can’t help but drag his hand down his son's arse, along the crease of his thigh and then to his pussy.

Johnny’s lips are a deep pink here from the harsh slaps he had given, though nowhere near as bad as his arse is, Ghost pulls them apart to inspect his cunt.

“Dad?”

The kid sounds so confused, but Ghost ignores him for a moment. Far more interested in the wet flesh under his fingers as he runs them from his hole and up to his little cock. Johnny lets out a noise that sounds suspiciously like a moan as he gives a gentle rub against it.

“Shh, it’s alright baby boy. You took your punishment so well. Just making sure you’re not too hurt, yeah?”

He can hear the lie in his own voice and is well aware that the circles he’s rubbing against his son's clit aren’t to check anything anymore. But he can feel Johnny subtly pushing himself back against the friction, so wet that Ghost’s fingers are gliding easily around his cock. And what kind of father would he be to deny his boy something he so clearly needs.

“Daddy, you shouldn’t.”

“Do you really want me to stop sweetheart? Because your pretty pussy is so wet, seems like your body already knows what you want.”

Johnny gives a half-hearted attempt at getting up, but all it does is press his cunt further onto Ghost’s fingers and press his tummy harder against Ghost’s cock. They both moan in unison, and Ghost takes the opportunity to slip a finger inside Johnny’s hole, delighting in how tightly his boy is clenching around one finger as the kid starts to pant, letting out sweet whines as his daddy curls his finger inside him and rubs his finger against his clit.

“There you go, Johnny. Feels good doesn’t it? Don’t think that boy from earlier could have made you feel this good could he?” Johnny shakes his head no, hands desperately clawing at Ghost’s legs and hips pushing back against his hand. “Yeah, that's it. Want you to cum for me baby, cum all over your daddy's fingers.”

Ghost uses his free hand to grab at Johnny’s mohawk, turning his head so he can watch as his little boy falls apart over his lap. The blue of his eyes disappears as they roll back into his head, pink mouth falling slack as the cutest moan Ghost has ever heard falls from his mouth.

Guilt should be gnawing away at Ghost’s stomach, he should feel so much worse for touching his boy up like this. But then Johnny looks into his eyes, mouth still open and panting until it morphs into a smile. Ghost cups his cheek as he looks down at him, pulling his fingers from his cunt to palm at his arse as his other thumb runs under Johnny’s eye wiping away the tears that are streaking down his face.

“Thank you, Dad.”

God, his boy is perfect. A bit of a brat sure, but when he’s sweet like this it more than makes up for it. He wraps an arm around Johnny’s waist and lifts him so his legs are straddling Ghost’s thighs and slips a hand under his t-shirt to run soothing hands up and down his back as Johnny burrows down into his neck.

Ghost knows he’s a bad man, he knows the way he’s looked at his little boy over the years has been wrong. Maybe that's the real reason Johnny’s mother left, realising that Ghost would never feel the same for her after his son was born.

But he didn’t think he would ever give in to the desires he had always managed to push out of his mind until tonight. If only Johnny had been a good boy and not gone to that party. It was on him really, seeing that boy on top of his Johnny had unlocked something in Ghost’s chest. And he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to put it back now.

Johnny gives his hips a wriggle as he tries to get himself comfortable in his dad’s lap, and as he does his bare cunt rubs against Ghost’s cock in his jeans. Ghost grunts, the feeling making his hips buck up involuntarily. Johnny lets out another of his sweet whines when Ghost’s clothed dick rubs through his folds. Ghost grips Johnny’s waist hard, soft flesh sinking beneath his rough hands as he pushes his son down harder onto his dick, rocking him back and forth in a paltry imitation of what he wishes they were already doing.

He can feel his jeans starting to grow damp from Johnny’s slick. His boy’s face is still tucked into his neck, hot breath panting against Ghost’s skin as Johnny moans against him. Ghost pulls one hand away from Johnny’s torso to run his fingers through his hair. Then pulls his kid's head back so he can look at him. Johnny looks debauched and oh so beautiful, face flushed a deep red that’s spread far enough that it disappears into his top. Mouth hangs open as he lets out the loveliest noises Ghost has ever heard.

It’s without thinking that he surges forward and presses his chapped lips against his son’s soft ones. Johnny lets out a squeak in surprise, small hands pressing against Ghost’s chest to try and push him away. But it’s not long before Johnny’s sinking into it, opening his mouth for his dad to fully explore his mouth. Behind the taste of stale beer Ghost can taste the sweet flavours of sin and temptation on Johnny’s tongue.

He breaks away for a moment to pull Johnny’s top above his head, laying his boy bare before him. Brings his hands to Johnny’s chest to play with his nipples and doesn’t even need to tell his good boy to keep moving his hips. The kid has grown almost frantic and when Ghost pinches his nipples between his finger and thumb it’s Johnny that surges forward. Clumsily pressing his mouth to Ghosts, licking into his mouth immediately as they both moan. When Ghost gives one of his nipples a harsh twist Johnny lets out a groan against his mouth, body shuddering.

“Did you cum again kiddo?”

Johnny’s head drops back as he gives a feeble nod. Ghost can’t resist from leaning forward to lick up his neck, biting into the point where Johnny’s neck meets his shoulder hard enough to bruise before sucking on the same spot. He drops one of his hands from Johnny’s body as he does, undoing his jeans and pulling his own cock free. Lets out a soft hiss as the cool air in the room hits him.

“Gonna fuck you, baby boy, show you that you’re mine. No one else will ever be able to make you feel as good as your dad can.”

Johnny stares at him, and if it were possible Ghost is sure his face would be growing even more red.

“I’ve never -”

Ghost grabs his waist, both hands almost meeting in the middle with how much smaller than him his son still is, and he lifts him easily so Johnny’s cunt is hovering above his cock.

“Good. I’ll be your first and only Johnny. Only your daddy is allowed to do this with you.”

With that he grips his cock and lines it up with Johnny’s hole, sinking his boy down so just the tip is inside.

“Oh fuck. Dad! It’s too big!”

Johnny’s whimpering, but Ghost can feel how wet he is around the head of his cock.

“It’s alright kiddo, it’ll fit. You were made for this.” He lowers Johnny down so more of his length is pressing inside while he gasps. “Your pussy was fucking made to take your daddy’s cock.”

He keeps pushing Johnny down, and he can’t believe how tight he is. Almost feels bad for not giving him more prep before this, but it feels too good for the guilt to last long. When his cock is still only halfway inside one of Johnny’s hands moves from where it was perched on Ghost’s shoulder to feel at where they’re connected.

“How is there still more?”

Ghost lets Johnny drop a bit further, running a hand up his flank to try and soothe him as he’s split open on his dad's dick. His cunt ripples around Ghost’s length and he drops his head down to Johnny’s shoulder as he groans, hips pushing up as he lets the pleasure take over. Johnny lets out a yelp as the last few inches of Ghost’s cock are forced inside him.

“Shit, sorry Johnny, you just feel so fucking good.” Ghost moves one of his hands to grab at Johnny’s arse, squeezing it as he presses kisses up his neck. “Should have known how perfect you would feel.”

He claims Johnny’s mouth again, plunging his tongue inside to try and distract him from the pain he must be feeling. Pulling his small body against his chest, feeling the whimper Johnny lets out into his mouth as Ghost licks over his tongue and behind his teeth.

When Johnny starts to shift, and lets out a moan, Ghost can’t help but grip his waist again. Lifting his boy up slowly and dropping him back down again.

“Mmm, feels good now.”

“Yeah? I bet it does. Why don’t you touch your little cock for me, baby? It’ll feel even better then.”

Ghost stares down at his son's small fingers touching himself, entranced with that and the way his cock is slipping in and out of him as he bounces his boy in his lap. Johnny is so wet around him that it's squelching loudly around the room, the only thing louder is both of them moaning.

Soon Ghost can feel Johnny starting to clench on his dick, tight enough that it's almost painful.

“Dad, feels weird. I feel like I’m gonna pee.”

Fuck. Not only getting to fuck his little boy for the first time but it sounds like he's going to squirt as well. Sadly though Johnny gets overwhelmed and pulls his fingers away from his clit.

“Dad’s got you, sweetheart. It’s alright.”

Ghost slips one hand from Johnny’s waist and starts to rub at his cock himself, using his other hand to encourage Johnny to keep moving in his lap.

“No, don’t. Dad, it really doesn’t feel right.”

Ghost ignores him, just stares down at his kid’s pussy, can tell he’s close again from how his body is starting to shake and when Johnny lets out a wail he gets to delight in watching wetness gush from him. Soaking them both as his perfect boy squirts all over their laps.

Before Johnny can even come down Ghost is moving, flipping them and laying Johnny down on the sofa so he can pound into him. Their hips slapping together with the force of his thrusts as he starts to chase his own orgasm.

“So perfect for me. Such a good son taking my cock, squirting for me. So much better when you behave innit Johnny?”

He sets two fingers against Johnny’s clit again, ignoring his overstimulated whine. Needs to feel his son milking his cock one last time before he fills him with his cum. He pushes one of Johnny’s legs against his own chest, his dick now going deep enough that with each harsh thrust, he can see the bulge of it through Johnny’s tummy.

The kid can’t do more than whimper and moan beneath him, and as he cums again his eyes roll into the back of his head and his body sags beneath him as he passes out from the intensity of his orgasm. And the sight is enough for Ghost to tip over the edge with a grunt. His cock throbbing and spilling ropes of his spend deep into his son’s pussy.

Leaning forward he kisses his boy, licking into his unaware slack mouth, groaning at the feel of his unresponsive body underneath him. He pulls away and lets his soft cock slip out of his sloppy hole. Scooping Johnny up into his arms to carry him upstairs to bed.

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When Johnny comes to, he can’t work out where he is for a moment. His memories of the night are hazy, but images of being spanked until he cried and riding his dad’s cock drift through his mind. But that can’t be right, must just be another one of the messed up dreams he’s been having ever since he hit puberty and realised how attractive his daddy is.

That would explain why he’s so turned on as well, he lets out a small moan when he realises how wet he is. But when he feels the slickness of something else rubbing against his cock he startles.

“Whah?”

He blinks a few times to open his eyes, and when he looks down he’s staring into the honey brown eyes of his father. His chin is wet and shiny as he smiles at Johnny from between his thighs.

“Dad?”

“Finally back with us kiddo?”

His dad doesn’t wait for an answer before he’s diving back down to Johnny’s pussy, he’s never felt anything like it before. Didn’t realise someone's mouth on his cunt could feel so good, when he spoke to people at school they all said it was gross and not something boys wanted to do.

But his dad is slurping at his cock like a man starved, dipping down to shove his tongue straight into his hole and Johnny can tell he’s close already. He wonders how long his dad has been at it, when he touches himself it takes a lot longer than this to reach his edge.

But he’s nowhere near as talented as his dad is, and when he sucks his little cock between his lips and slips a finger into Johnny’s slit crooking it up he’s cumming with a loud moan. Thighs trapping his dad’s head between them as he loses control of his body.

His dad finally pulls away from his pussy when Johnny starts to clutch at his hair, and crawls over him. Trapping him down onto the bed with his big body and giving him a deep kiss, Johnny can taste his own slick on his tongue, slightly sour and creamy. Lets out a pathetic little whimper as his daddy cups one of his tits and plays with his nipple.

He can feel his huge cock resting against his belly, and he wonders how he ever managed to fit it inside him.

“You okay sweetheart? Not too sore?”

Johnny takes stock of his body, his arse is still stinging, his hole is a bit sore and he’s sure there are other bruises littered around his body from the odd bits of pain he can feel. But more than that he can feel a churning in his tummy, they shouldn’t have done what they did. He’s pretty sure it's illegal and it's definitely immoral.

He’s always thought his dad hung the moon and the stars. Especially after his mum left, Johnny hadn’t been surprised when she had. She clearly never cared for him, not like his daddy does. And maybe Johnny had made it clear to her not long before she had fucked off that he knew that, had made a comment that he and his dad would be better without her.

And they are.

But this. This can’t be right. Even if it had felt better than anything else in his short life.

“Johnny?”

He’s knocked from his thoughts and realises his dad is still waiting for a response and the way he’s looking at him. Like Johnny is the best thing that's ever happened to him helps some.

“Dad, we shouldn't have done that should we?”

His dad sighs.

“Felt good though, didn't it, baby?” He runs a finger along his cheek as he speaks. “Can’t be wrong if it feels good. You know I love you more than anyone, this is just another way of showing it.”

He’s right of course, it did feel good. And they do love each other, if his dad says it’s okay then surely he must be right.

“Okay Daddy, I trust you.”

His dad gives him a soft smile and presses their lips back together. And it isn’t long until Johnny can feel himself growing slick between his thighs again and dampness growing on his tummy as his dad's hard cock smears pre-cum into his skin.

“Riled up again kiddo? I raised an insatiable little boy didn’t I?”

“Say’s you old man.”

Johnny’s smile falters a bit when he sees the dark look in his dad’s eyes.

“Still such a brat, don’t worry Johnny. We've got all the time in the world for me to fix that.”