Rainy Day Blues Chapter 4
Obligatory Content Warning: The following story contains ORAL SEX between a FATHER and SON. That means INCEST. Or, as I like to call it, WINCEST. And of course, the son is a CUB. If any of this offends you, DO NOT READ ON. By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended by my work, because YOU WERE WARNED. Now, for those of you who I haven't scared off... enjoy!
Jimmy whimpered softly as a bolt of lightning illuminated his room for a brief moment. He clung to the little plushie his father had bought him in London, shivering from a combination of fear and loneliness. The thunder shook his room, and the little kit whimpered louder.
He took a deep breath, and slid out of bed, shivering a bit as the cool air hit his near-nude body. He padded down the hall as quietly as he could, still clutching the plushie tight to his chest, and paused as he reached his parents' bedroom.
Jimmy peeked inside. From the half-open door, he could see his father, Keith, curled up under the thin sheet, looking away from the door.
"Daddy?" Jimmy called softly.
The larger fox stirred and looked around. "Jimmy?" he muttered.
"C-can I come in?" the little kit asked.
"Sure," his father replied, rolling over sleepily to face the door. "What's up?"
Jimmy took a deep breath and walked in. It was a strange feeling, being in his parents' bedroom. His mother always yelled at him if he went in there.
"I can't sleep," the little kit said. "C-could I sleep with you tonight?"
The adult groaned and scooted over and patted the quarter of the bed he'd just abandoned. "Come on up, kiddo," he said.
Jimmy slowly climbed up into the bed and scooted up close to his father. He felt his father's warm chestfur against his own, and wrapped his arms around the adult's bare chest.
Keith put his arm around his son and pulled the little kit close, rubbing his back softly as the small cub curled up against his chest. As it was still the heat of the summer, both were wearing nothing but their underwear.
"Daddy?" Jimmy whispered.
"Yeah, son?" Keith replied.
"Why did Mommy leave?" Jimmy asked.
An awkward silence filled the room. Keith took a deep breath before responding.
"She... found someone else," he said evasively.
Jimmy nodded and sniffled a bit. "Daddy?" he said again.
"Yes, son?" Keith replied patiently.
"Did Mommy love me?"
Keith gulped. "W-why do you ask?"
Jimmy shrugged. "I dunno... 'cause you always tell me you love me... but she never did... and she was really mean..."
Keith sighed. He knew the truth in those words, but he didn't have the heart to tell his boy the truth. "I... don't know if she loved you," he said.
The little kit looked up into his father's eyes. "Did she love you?"
The silence descended again as the older fox considered the question. "No," he whispered after a while. "I guess she didn't..."
Jimmy nodded slowly and licked his father's chin. "I love you, Daddy," he whispered.
"I love you, too, Jimmy," Keith replied, nuzzling the little kit.
Jimmy curled up as close as he could to his father. He felt warm, safe, loved in his father's arms. The large paw on his back only served to reinforce this feeling of security, and he was soon asleep.
Keith, for his part, found himself more away with the warm body of his son curled up next to him. He watched the little kit in the darkness as his breathing steadied. He gently rubbed the kit's back, feeling his soft, smooth fur covering his tender body.
Without realizing it, his paw wandered lower, until it was resting on the boy's soft bottom. The adult absently rubbed the cub's soft tushie through his briefs, eliciting little murrs of pleasure from the boy.
Keith shook his head. I can't do this to my boy...
The adult's paws had a different idea in mind. Slowly, gently, he slid the little cub's briefs down and off, leaving the cub completely naked.
Instinct drove the adult on now. Keith gently rolled his son onto his back and spread his legs, and ran a finger around the little boy's small sheath and immature balls tucked away in his snug sack. It's been so long...
Jimmy murred softly and stirred as his father teased his little bits, but he remained asleep, his body shivering softly as his father teased him.
Keith watched his son's expression as he explored the cub's crotch. A small smile appeared on the cub's face, and the adult leaned down and nuzzled the boy's tummy, eliciting a small giggle from the cub.
Slowly, the older fox moved his muzzle down until his nose was over his son's small sheath, and he inhaled the boy's scent. The cub wiggled and murred, but remained asleep.
Keith looked up at his son and kept a close eye on the boy's face as he slowly slid his tongue out and licked his son's tiny sheath and immature sack. He gently licked the boy's crotch, savoring the feel of the soft fur and flesh against his tongue.
Jimmy let out a few pleasured yips as his father licked his sheath, his pink shaft sliding out and stiffening at the attention.
Keith looked down and watched his son's stiffy slide out. He reached down and slid off his boxers, now tight with the tentpole they contained, then placed his paws on his son's legs, holding them apart as he licked the boy's snug sack, watching the little rod throbbing in front of his nose.
He continued this treatment for a few moments, before his lust pushed him to take it a step further. The fox lifted his muzzle a bit, then lowered it over the little length of boymeat, easily taking his son's small shaft into his muzzle.
Keith glanced up at Jimmy as he laid his nose against the boy's crotchfur. Jimmy squirmed and moaned softly, but he seemed to be sleeping still.
The older fox slowly swirled his tongue around his son's small shaft. It was an odd feeling, knowing that this was his own boy, his own flesh and blood, and yet the throbbing of his own shaft urged him on. He began to suckle the boy's shaft softly, savoring the flavor of the small vulpine appendage.
Jimmy kicked his little footpaws softly as his father started to suckle him. He moaned softly in his sleep, his paws instinctively reaching towards his crotch and latching onto his father's ears as his small body tingled from the pleasure.
Keith murred softly as he suckled his son's stiffy. He slowly started to bob his head along the little length of flesh, pleasuring his little son the best way he knew how.
Slowly, Jimmy's eyes cracked open. He moaned softly as the tingles intensified, and he fought back the urge to open his eyes as he realized that his father was sucking his little weewee. He wanted to say something, let his father knew that he was enjoying this, but at the same time afraid that if his father knew he was awake, he'd stop.
Keith continued his treatment to the boy, shutting his eyes as he bobbed his muzzle along the boy's shaft. At this point, he felt fairly certain that his son would sleep right through the muzzle job, and so he was determined to enjoy it as much as possible.
Beneath him, Jimmy squirmed and writhed in pleasure. His breath came in pants between pleasured moans, and he tugged his father's ears softly, hoping that it wouldn't give away the fact that he was still awake.
The older fox felt his son tugging his ears, and wrote it off as an instinctive response as he continued to bob his muzzle along his son's shaft. He suckled harder and swirled his tongue around the little length of flesh in his mouth in a display of affection he was sure that his son would have no memory of in the morning.
Jimmy wiggled as the pleasure built rapidly. It surprised the cub how good it felt to have his father suckling him like this. He moaned out as his orgasm suddenly washed over him, his little cocklet twitching in his father's muzzle in dry orgasm.
Keith continued his bobbing as he felt his son's cock spasming in his mouth. The boy went limp as his orgasm subsided, and Keith slowly crawled back up and gathered the his son back up, making a mental note to try to get his briefs back on him in the morning before he awoke.
"Dat felt nice, Daddy," Jimmy whispered.
Keith froze. Jimmy opened his eyes slowly and looked into his father's eyes, then down at his still stiff member between his legs.
"Umm... want me to help ya with that?" Jimmy asked quietly, pointing between his father's legs.
"Jimmy... I thought you were asleep," Keith said slowly.
"I was," Jimmy said. "Buh... ya woke me up... and it felt nice, and I didn't want ya to stop..." The little cub crawled down and gently wrapped a paw around his father's manhood.
Keith moaned softly at the touch of his son's soft paw. "Jimmy... you don't have to," he whispered.
Jimmy smiled softly. "I want to, Daddy... because I love you," he whispered, and he leaned in and wrapped his muzzle around the tip of his father's cock.
Keith gasped and laid back as he felt his son's small, hot muzzle around his cock tip. He wanted to protest, but his body wouldn't let him. It felt too good to be touched like this for him to let it stop, even it if was his own son doing it.
Jimmy positioned himself between his father's legs as he suckled his father's tip, trying to imitate what the older fox had done to him. He quickly found that he couldn't get much of his father's cock into his muzzle, so he wrapped his little paws around the shaft and rubbed it softly.
Keith grabbed onto the sheets and panted as his only son suckled his throbbing erection. A glob of pre leaked out of his tip, an offering that was quickly lapped up by Jimmy's eager tongue.
The little cub murred happily as he sucked on his father's cock. The only sounds that mattered to the cub were those of his father, the happy moans and pants, and the feel of the bed shaking as his body writhed in pleasure. He knew that it must have felt really good for his Daddy, and he was more than happy to do it.
Keith's breaths came quick and ragged. He knew he wouldn't last long, even if the boy was inexperienced. It had been so long, and to share this intimate moment with his son was driving him wild with passion.
"G-good boy," Keith whispered. "You're doing great..."
Jimmy grinned at his father as he suckled the tip, enjoying the flavor of his father's precum. He didn't understand why it was coming out, but he liked it, and his father was enjoying the treatment, so he didn't let it concern him.
Keith moaned richly and moved a paw to scritch his son's ears. He rolled his hips softly on the bed, holding back from thrusting into the boy's muzzle.
"C-careful, son," Keith whispered between moans. "G-gonna shoot..."
Keith scraped for the words, but his mind was too overwhelmed by the pleasure to give a proper warning. The boy's muzzle, tongue, and paws against his manhood were quickly bringing him to the first orgasm he hadn't stimulated himself to in years.
With a moan that almost became a howl, Keith let loose in Jimmy's muzzle. The first squirt took the cub by surprise, and he pulled off, shutting his eyes and continuing to rub his father's shaft as it twitched and covered his face in the sticky goo.
Jimmy considered the taste of the liquid on his tongue as he swallowed. It has a strong flavor that reminded him a lot of his father. He latched his muzzle around his father's tip again and caught the last couple of squirts, suckling until he got every last drop out of his father's cock. He continued to suckle until he felt his father's paws on his shoulders forcing him up and off.
"Come here," Keith panted.
Jimmy reached his paws up and wiped the cum from his eyes and opened them, and licked the seed from his paws before crawling up and lying down on his father's chest. Keith leaned down and gently licked the rest of his seed from the boy, eliciting a fit of giggles from the little cub.
"Thank you," Keith whispered to his son as he finished licking him clean. "I... needed that."
Jimmy smiled and licked his father's nose. "Daddy? What was that liquid that came outta your peepee?"
The older fox nuzzled his son and whispered, "It's a special milk that comes out of males when you make them feel really good."
Jimmy giggled softly. "With how much you made, I musta made you feel REALLY good, huh?"
Keith chuckled and nodded. "That you did, hun. Now, let's get to sleep," he said, pulling up the sheet and clutching his cub tight to his chest.
"G'night, Daddy," Jimmy whispered. "I love you."
"I love you, too, son," Keith whispered. He kissed his cub's forehead and settled back, figuring that in the morning, this would all be a dream. The two were soon fast asleep.