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Don could still remember the first time that he sat down and had 'the talk' with his son, and what a good time it actually ended up being. At the time, he could remember how nervous Magic was about saying that he thought he might be attracted to other men, and then how relieved the boy was to know that he wasn't going to be judged in his own home for that.

He thought he'd done a great job as a father, but now that the shoe was on the other foot, Don was struggling to come to terms with what his son was asking him about.

"You're the one who told me that it was nothing to be ashamed about, y'know."

Don let out a heavy sigh. "Yeah, but that was over ten years ago, Magic. There's nothing wrong with being gay, but there are just a couple of things wrong with having those kinds of feelings for family members!"

It was entirely happenstance that the young hybrid came over to his parent's house when his mother was out of town, and his father was otherwise engaged. Magic thought to blame himself for the awkward moment for not calling first, but then again, Don was the one who left the front door unlocked, and the bedroom door open.

With his pants around his ankles and an incestuous porno on his computer screen, it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting any visitors.

"It's wrong if you act on those feelings, but I'm pretty sure lots of people have those thoughts about their relatives in passing, Dad."

The pitbull was still trying to hike his pants up to his waist. He wanted to yell at his son to leave the bedroom, but in the middle of such an awkward situation, he didn't want to make things any worse than they were. "Having the occasional, curious thought is one thing," he agreed, "But what I like to watch in my spare time is none of your business!"

"And you really don't think your kids have jacked off to worse than that?"

"I don't want to think about that," Don shot back. "And I've never had a reason to!"

For his father's panic, Magic remained entirely calm in the presence of the marbled pitbull, seeing how close he was to having a small breakdown. "You can't honestly tell me that you've never wondered what your kids are into, Dad. It's okay."

Much as he was trying to keep the situation calm, Magic was already planting small suggestions in the back of his father's mind.

Don wasn't even remotely aware of the fact as he quickly shook his head. "Never in any serious way, and when I catch my mind wandering like that, I immediately-

"Start jacking off in the privacy of your bedroom, yes. I can see that."

Rolling his eyes and groaning, Don was just at the point of getting his pants up to his waist when Magic stood over his office chair and stopped him. "Son, you know I love you, and I don't have a problem with you being gay...but if you don't get your paws off of me this instant , I-

"Won't do anything about it," Magic interrupted him once more, keeping such a nonchalant attitude that it disturbed his own father. "Because I'm just trying to remind you of the lesson you gave me all that time ago, Dad. It is okay to have those thoughts and urges, it is okay to act on them from time to time, and whether you're just now discovering it or you've known all along...is it okay to be attracted to other men."

The amount of calm on his voice was mystifying, but it was so subtle that Don couldn't be suspicious of his own son, even when his mind was screaming at his arms to push the young dragon away. "Of course that's okay, son...this isn't about what I think about other men, though!"

"You're right; it's what you think about me, and I've gotta admit, I'm curious to know if you were thinking about the boy on your screen...or the boy that's starting to climb into your lap."

Magic was always an alluring enough character, coated with blue scales that captured the eyes of anyone who happened to spot him. His expression was so kindly that it was comforting, and above that, stark locks of yellow-orange made for a character that was difficult to miss, and entertaining to watch.

The dragon wanted to know if that same image was in his father's head as he'd played with himself, and thanks to another one of his secrets, he was going to find out, no matter how long his father held out.

Don had no idea that he was already waging a battle in the back of his mind, where tendrils of hypnotic energy were working at his neurotransmitters like a thief picking a pesky lock. Magic's approach was so smooth and tantalizing that it set the canine off balance from the start, but with hypnotic influence slowly dipping into the mix, Don was set to become an open book, whether he realized it or not.

"You're giving me way too much credit for my imagination, son."

"I don't think that's the case at all, Dad. I just think you're being modest."

Open palms stroked along the thighs of the pitbull as Magic worked his pants back down and away from his waist; Don was shocked to see it, but even when he knew he should have been fighting his son away, he only spread his legs wider to make a better lap for the dragon to settle in.

"Thank your mother for that," he claimed in a defensive jest. "She's been rubbing off on me lately."

"Clearly not enough," Magic claimed. "Maybe that's why you've been so busy stroking yourself while she's been gone...all while thinking about me and wishing I was there to help you out."

To simply take his father and hypnotize him outright would have been the faster route, but Magic was having fun planting ideas in the pitbull's mind, seeing if the seeds would grow if given the proper nourishment.

The closer his suggestions were to the truth, the more likely it was that Don would accept them as the facts that he tried to keep hidden.

"It...w-wouldn't be so bad, I guess..."

His inquisitive son was slowly breaking a barrier between them that had been placed by society. Don would have reinforced it if were even remotely in control of his thoughts, but like a puppeteer, Magic was pulling the strings of his every word anymore.

Radiant energy of soft, sickly purple emerged behind the color of Magic's irises as he came to settle in the side of Don's lap, straddling one thigh and resting his palms on the shaft of his dad's cock. "If you were so eager for me to come over and help you out, all you had to do was say so, Dad. I wish you wouldn't have waited so long to tell me!"

There should have been more disbelief on the end of the dragon as he gave a quick, curious pump and watched the glistening trickle of precum spill from his father's canine member, but he was too enamored with the sight and the feel of it as it spilled over his fingers.

That he'd been able to so easily manipulate Don meant that the pitbull had thought of this scenario before, and on some level, he was enjoying it beyond the hypnotic control that coerced him to.

"It's not s-something you just come out and say at f-family dinner," Don tripped over his words just slightly as he tried to keep conversation while his mind was at war with itself. As if that wasn't enough, there was no filter on the pleasure derived from feeling his son's paws working up and down over his impressive length, twisting from side to side to work the drool of precum back into the flesh that oozed it. "It's...t-too sensitive for that..."

If he wasn't already reading his father's mind, Magic would have wondered if Don was talking about his own member, or the topic of discussion.

Even without hypnotic control, the dragon could feel that there was plentiful sensitivity in the canine's length, but not so much that he would want the dragon to stop.

"I mean, if you said it front of mom, that would be kinda hot, honestly," Magic claimed, knowing that he could freely speak his mind; Don wouldn't remember their tryst the next day as a side effect of being under the dragon's command. "But I understand if you don't think she'd approve of this kind of behavior."

"We both know she wouldn't , son."

"And that just makes it more fun while it lasts, doesn't it?"

There was no need to lace the moment with even greater elements of taboo, but Magic could feel just how into the idea his father really was as the mention of their being caught sent a fresh glob of precum into the air. Tempted to catch it on his tongue but ultimately letting it fall, the dragon admired the stain it left on the chair; he appreciated the reminder it would leave of the act, even after his father came out of the spell.

Before he did, Magic had to milk the pitbull for all that he was worth, literally and figuratively.

"Don't tell me you're just gonna use your old man for a quickie and be done with him..."

Though Magic wasn't expecting the moment of clarity to seep through his otherwise total control of his own father, he was prepared for whatever the pitbull could throw at him. "While I'd absolutely love to see the look on mom's face when she saw what I was about to do...I'd rather do it and get away with it," he explained. "And unfortunately, that means being just a little quick about it."

He was able to spin the office chair easily, moving Don's legs to the side so he could perfectly straddle the canine's lap. There was already a bottle of lube sitting predictably on the computer desk, and Magic was quick to make work of it as he drizzled a healthy, fresh amount of it onto the tempting looking tip of the canine length before he wiggled his backside and settled into place.

Chilly as the fluid was against his warm, tight entrance, Magic couldn't fully stifle a gasp as he continued to ease his way down, taking a seat that was utterly forbidden to him before.

"We...c-can't..." Don was struggling through his words, as well, as the hybrid dragon that he'd helped to create came to settle fully upon the tip of his member, providing such a thick and visceral pleasure that no amount of hypnosis would keep it from registering. "You know we can't, son!"

His grin was playful at first, but Magic had a more sinister appeal to his eagerly curled lips as he stared his father down. More of the controlling energy that sat behind his eyes came to settle upon the conflicted mind of the canine beneath him, and working along with the slow, easy penetration, those ethereal wisps of hypnotic energy removed any final hints of regret or remorse from Don's thoughts.

It was almost a shame that he wouldn't properly remember what would come next, given just how much he'd enjoy it.

"Long as we don't get caught, we can do whatever we want," Magic suggested. "It's not like you're cheating on Mom if you don't know any better...but on some level, maybe you do know better. Maybe this is just what you've wanted from me all along..."

Words that only heightened Don's excitement tickled over the sensitive flesh of his canine ears as Magic fully took his seat, his plump, round backside settling into his father's lap with a quiet, but entirely audible plap. It was a slow and delicate move to start, but Magic hadn't anticipated his father being quiet so gifted; much as he wanted to rush right into the act, the delicious pressure of such a thick cock inside of him was the kind of thing he had to work up to.

With that warm, tender flesh buried fully inside, Magic could start to adjust to the wonderful fullness of it all...but he needed more than the mere presence of his father, right then.

"And if this is what I've wanted...what I've needed from my son...what should I do next, Magic?"

"Sit back and enjoy yourself," he replied without skipping a beat. "Keep that cock nice and _hard_for me, Dad...and I'll do the rest."

Don didn't have any say in the matter, but Magic had to wonder if that would have been any different if his father was of his right mind.

The beauty of such a spell was that he knew his father was at least curious about what the act would have been like, and if not for the risk of such a thing, Magic would have left him with a hint of the memory of what they'd done, when he was getting ready to leave.

What came between was a quick lift of the hips as Magic rested his palms on Don's wide, broad shoulders and an even quicker drop as his backside thumped against his father's lap, showing that he was just as skillful at the canine's favorite position as his mother was.

Being able to see into the deepest corners of his mind, Magic could even outperform her if he wanted to, seeing every silent critique that Don would have offered, if he were a selfish lover; his quick reception to hypnosis suggested that he wasn't, and the utter lack of resistance to a mental command proved it, as his paws lifted to Magic's hips and held them tight.

"You just need a...a little b-bit more of this, don't you?" Magic asked. Already, his breathing was raspy as he put in all of the effort, lifting himself from the canine's lap and dropping himself back down as eagerly as he could, making sure he didn't hurt himself on his father's impressive cock. "You'd be begging for someone to sit in your lap every night if you were just a little bolder..."

Don nodded, his honesty put on display by Magic's controlling influence. "Certainly w-wouldn't complain," he grunted with forbidden pleasure as his eyes lidded halfway, showing that his mind had completely given up against his son's influence. "Could always use...a little m-more of this..."

Magic no longer cared about the elements of right and wrong that were battling it out in the back of his mind, when he knew that this was something his father needed so desperately. He never questioned the love that his parents had for each other, but his father was timid with his needs, and his mother was unaware.

He was just helping to fill in the gaps by filling in his own, and as he warmed up to the delightful girth of it, he found he could take his father's cock all the way down to the base of his sheath without much strain, while still getting the wonderful sensation of fulfilling pressure from the tip reaching his deepest points.

"If that's t-the case," Magic stammered with near-orgasmic pleasure, "I'll be sure give you another ride v-very, very soon..."

"Is that a promise, son?"

The words were read from a hypnotically induced script, but even when he knew what his father was going to say, Magic wasn't prepared for the effect of hearing those words in his voice.

Precum gushed from the tip of his own cock as he slammed his hips down, shaking the office chair to the point that he worried they might break it into pieces. "Damn right it is," he groaned, wanting to wince his eyes shut to make the pleasure easier to accept.

He couldn't bring himself to do it; he didn't just want to remember the look of impassioned delight on his father's face, but have it seared into his memory for those moments when they couldn't sneak in a session like this.

Magic made a mental note to learn his father's schedule a little bit better, and thinking on that, he realized that they were already pushing their luck.

Regret and bliss mingled in the form of Don's paw gripping the base of his son's shaft, guided along by hypnotic strings. Long, tight and slow, each pump brought Magic a little closer to a shared orgasm with his old man, all while he could feel the bulge of a canine knot threatening his tight, eager tailhole.

"Damn...I n-need that fucking knot," he was gasping with frustration and delight as his orgasm crept up from within. Voluminous precum gave way to long, spurting ropes of seed as Magic erupted all over his father's skillful paw, but it was just a hint short of what it could have been, as he lifted himself away from trying to take the wide, canine bulge.

Panting with his climax and watching his seed pour over his father's torso, Magic felt a single rush of thick, heated spunk pour into his tender passage before he stood upright, allowing the rest of the mess to coat his rump and trickle down the smooth scales upon his thighs. Without a proper thought to process it, Don wasn't able to give a chorus of moans, but the genuine, canine whimper that escaped his muzzle, along with the desperate, panting breaths that followed spoke so much louder than a forced cry of delight.

It was plenty loud enough for Magic to remember it, as he dipped the tip of his father's cock inside of himself for just one more second...but he knew that he couldn't risk going for another round, right then.

"Maybe...m-maybe next time," Don spoke, and for a moment, Magic had to wonder if those words were an extension of his own desires, or a hint of Don's subconscious escaping. It was forbidden in either case, but it kept Magic's length stiff and throbbing as the last of his yield spilled back down the underside of the shaft, keeping it a mess.

The dragon wanted to stay and lick his father clean, but there was already such a wealth of stains that he didn't want to push his luck any further. Taking a mental picture of the scene below, he picked up his clothes and hurried back out to his car, wondering what kind of story Don would come up with when his wife arrived back home...