Tales about Hot Daddies
In the tantalizing world of "It's Also Love?", innocence collides with desire, and familial bonds blur as Meet, a sweet and impressionable young boy, finds himself swept into the captivating orbit of his adopted father, Rajbh...
Meet lay beneath me, legs spread wide, his soft white body glowing in the morning light. So delicate. So fucking perfect. My thick, dark cock slid in and out of him slowly, stretching that pretty pink hole with every deep push. I could see everything — the way his tiny white cock bounced, the way his smooth ass cheeks jiggled each time my hips met his. Even after all these years of calling him my son, protecting him, bathing him, I had never let myself admit how badly I wanted this.
I'd always been enchanted by Meet. It sounds wrong to say, but how could I not be? Watching him in the shower, seeing that tiny, snow-white nunu—it was the cutest, cleanest thing I'd ever seen. No darkness, just pure, soft innocence. I used to clench my jaw and look away, reminding myself I was his father, but the hunger was always there, buried deep under my responsibilities. Taking his virginity felt like finally claiming a treasure I'd been guarding for a lifetime.
This morning, the sun was barely up before I had him pinned. I was deep inside him, moving with that slow, heavy stamina that I know he struggles to keep up with. Poor kid—he came within minutes, but I wasn't even halfway there. He has to bear with my pace, whimpering and taking every inch while I hunt for my own release.
My stamina had always been like that — I could fuck for ages, steady and powerful, while my little angel shook and moaned beneath me. I finally felt that heat rise, flooding the condom as I buried my face in his neck. I collapsed on him, kissing his sweaty temple, our breathing the only sound in the room. Or so I thought.
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"Damn, Rajbhir. You really don't believe in 'morning peace and quiet,' do you?"
I bolted upright, pulling the sheet over Meet's shivering, naked body. Abir was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking entirely too amused.
"Abir! What the hell?" I growled, my voice thick and protective. "Yesterday you were crying about wanting to forget everything you saw. Now you're standing there like you bought a front-row ticket to a show?"
Abir just chuckled, his eyes trailing over the bed. "I tried to forget, I really did. But then I heard the headboard hitting the wall like a drum set. I had to check if the building was falling down. Turns out, Meet just takes your dick like a professional. Impressive, kid."
Meet squeaked, pulling the blanket up to his nose. "Abir, stop it! You're... you're staring! And besides," he peeked out, "You're hard too, aren't you?"
Abir glanced down, smirked, and casually palmed the obvious bulge in his shorts. "What can I say? I'm a man, not a statue. And you two put on a good show."
I pulled my pants on with a sharp, irritated tug. "Get out, Abir. You're being a pervert. Go find your own room to be 'natural' in."
But Meet didn't stay under the covers. He scrambled out, naked and bold in that way only he can be, and walked right up to Abir. Before I could blink, his small hand reached out and grabbed the bulge in Abir's jeans.
