Daddyloves
The lingering buzz of climax danced through my head as I slowly drifted towards wakefulness. I let it sit there a moment, savoring the sensation before the realization of its implications were given chance to take hold. The warmth in my belly soon gave way to a sinking feeling as I awoke more fully, realizing the source of those lovely feelings.
He'd cum inside me again, I realized; a fierce blush coming over me as a soft groan escaped my muzzle, paws reaching up to rub at my face, preparing me further for awaking proper. My pussy felt satisfied, a far departure from the aching, longing torture the heat-stricken thing had been putting me through lately. I adjusted myself in bed a bit, trying to work up the momentum to rise out of the bunk, the feeling of something wrapped around my thick tail keeping me held down.
Still groggy, I looked back over my shoulder to find him, the light of my life, still snoozing soundly, clutched to my tail as if it were his favorite sleeping plush. Truth be told, most of his plushes had met their ends as unintentional nighttime fucktoys as well. It was hard on the boy, and only served to increase his uneasiness, which had been growing now that school was about to start up again. We'd just moved towns at the start of the summer, and he'd been dreading heading back to school without knowing anyone. I knew I should have been trying to help him be a bit more independent, but almost every night he asked to sleep with daddy, and looked at me with those big round eyes. I just couldn't refuse the boy. He was my everything.
Unfortunately, he was getting to be that age where 'sleeping with' has an entirely different connotation. I'd been waking up with a belly full of his spunk each time he cuddled up in bed with me. The feeling was downright fantastic, but I was having enough trouble figuring out how to raise him by myself as it was. I didn't need more pups complicating things at that point in time. They'd mutiny.
It probably didn't help that I've been in heat for what feels like a month now. Every night I'd knock a few out before he got home from school, but even my biggest and most exotic marital aids still left me wanting before the night was through.
I managed to dislodge myself from his sticky grip and trundle into the bathroom. It was nice having one attached to the master bedroom in the new place, here. My fat ass would always wake the little guy up creaking through the hardwood halls of our old place whenever I needed a night-time potty break. And then I'd end up with a tagalong on my way back.
Looking at the clock, it was about time to get ready for the day anyway, so I went about my usual routine, opening up the medicine cabinet to get the morning's pills. Multivitamin, check. Baby asprin for good heart health, check. Plan B to deal with the load in my tummy... not check?
I raised a brow, shaking the empty bottle. I could have sworn there were still a few left. Crap. I'd have to make a trip to the pharmacy today. As I began the mental gymnastics trying to figure out how to schedule that, a task my early-morning brain was still far too sleep-addled to be up to, I noticed something in the mirror's representation of my reflection. The deep sigh the lack of morning-after-pills had elicited in me caused quite a bounce in my chest as I exhaled.
I looked a bit closer, peering in to look over the chubby man-boobs that were saddled above daddy's beer gut. They were bigger than the should be; noticeably so. I reached a paw down for a cursory grope, finding a surprising heft in the breast. They were still in that vague, plausibly-deniable area between moob and true breast, at least in appearance, but touch revealed the truth. They were quite sensitive, and distinctly more firm than they should be. Well, tits.
It seems the regular, almost-nightly pregnancies I'd been adopting, despite the aid of sweet, chemical Levonorgestrel, was still giving me some motherly hormones. I would have hoped the pills would last for more than a day each, but the cub was damned potent. Just like his papa. The thought drew a blush of pride from me briefly, before shaking my head. That kind of fertility wasn't always great. I'd gotten knocked up from oral before with how sensitive my babymaker is. His teenage years would suck if he were nearly as potent as papa.
Finishing up in the bathroom, I headed back to find my little boy in bed, now king of the place, lord of all covers he surveyed. He'd somehow managed to bundle up the blankets and sheets into a damned cocoon of warmth that would have left me out in the cold were I still in bed. And through the dense layers of fabric, I could still make out a single, monstrous bulge. I could see it throbbing with each beat of his heart, the boy's unfairly hung equipment calling to me with its siren song.
I felt myself grow wet, gulping and looking down past my gut to give my puss a stern mental lecture. I was already knocked up, and the thing still wanted my son's dick? For shame. I sighed and shook my head a bit, moving forward with unwanted lubrication slickening the area between my legs. I drew closer and instinctively let a paw fall upon that titanic bulge, gripping the massive meat beneath the sheets. This drew a soft moan from the cub within the cocoon, further rubbing up and down causing him to squirm and writhe beneath the sheets.
I took a deep breath. Though I couldn't smell it myself, I could tell I was being assaulted by the boys pheromones. They were telling my body that he was a heart, virile male, in need of a pussy to demolish, to which my body eagerly submitted and begin lubricating its entryway in preparation. My pussy was such a pussy.
I tugged at the end of the bedsheets, and managed to unravel the boy from his chamber of blankets. Still not woken by his exposure, or daddy's teasing, the cub snoozed peacefully before me. His petite, lithe young otter body was the picture of innocence. What rested between his legs.. and atop his belly, and his chest, poking up at his chin, on the other hand.. was a bit less chaste.
Laying witness to that monster cock, I couldn't help myself. My paws went to work without consulting me first, gripping the base of my boy's colossal shaft and beginning to rub deftly up its sides. Those melon-sized nuts of his churned with his heavy load, desperate to cum again and again, in as many folks as possible.
I kneeled down at the foot of the bed, getting a closer look at the boy's gargantuan junk. I felt like I was a cub myself again, feasting my eyes on some bounty of sweets that would leave me with more cavities than teeth. I couldn't stop myself from drooling, from both sets up lips. Without applying any sort of rational thought to my actions, I soon found my snout buried in the cleft between my son's giant, shaggy nutsack, and the base of his throbby, needy cock. His musk was divine.
Lost to my urges, I worshipped that fat cubdick obsessively, licking and kissing up its underside, rubbing tenderly at its flesh, the boy's moans only growing louder and more intense as he approached another climax. It wasn't until the splatter of his heated seed rained down upon me that I was able to take stock of what I was doing. Aghast at the realization, I let my gaze turn downward, partially out of shame, and partially to make sure none of the spurting behemoth's spray landed in my eyes.
Deep sleeper that he was, the boy didn't awaken until he was coming down from the very end of that climax, the splatterhose between his legs leaving him covered in his own spunk. Guess I was washing sheets again today.
Seeing him struggle to awaken, I scooped the youngling up. He cuddled into daddy's arms reflexively, wrapping paws around my shoulders. It truly warmed my heart, nearly as much as the scent of his leavings warmed my cooter.
"Nghh... daddy... I think I wet the bed again... I'm sorry..." he mumbles, only partially awake as I carried him to the bathroom.
"No, no. It's okay sweetie. We just got a bit dirty. It's time for a shower." I reassured him, since the expulsion was largely my fault to begin with. I set him down on his feet and got the water running, turning to find his thick rudder of a tail wagging in anticipation. He loved the water, as most otters tend to. Shower time with him was always a delight.
We both hopped inside, a collective sigh escaping us as the warmth of the water washed over us. I helped him cleanse his fur of the sticky seed he'd spilled, making sure to wash myself of it as well. He didn't seem to take note of the extra heft in my chest. That might have been because he was distracted elsewhere. Right at eye-level with him, he seemed to draw a particular fascination with papa's crotch today. We'd been showering together for quite some time, and while he was always curious about the differences between us, he'd never really fixated on any one facet like this before.
"Daddy... did your pussy get bigger?" he asked at last, the shower drawing to a close. I froze briefly, considering the thought. I didn't have the best view of the thing from up here, so I wasn't really an expert on its appearance. "Uhm.. yeah.. I suppose it might have..." I offered, wondering if that was indeed the case. It did feel a bit heavier down there, the lips puffy and swollen in heat. I suppose the whole thing might have gotten a bit bigger with how worked up it'd gotten lately.
"Hmmm.. okay!" he decided, giggling and giving my exposed clitoris a kiss before hopping out of the shower and wrestling with a towel. I shuddered and gushed from that contact, hard to notice with how soaked I already was from showering.
"Hrf.. uhm, daddy's gonna keep showering for a bit. You wanna go make yourself breakfast?" I asked him. A quick gasp and a nod was all I got in return before he dashed off towards the kitchen, oversized junk flopping freely. "And put some clothes on, mister!" I called to him as he fled, half out of decency, and half hoping that seeing him in a set of clothing other than his birthday suit might help suppress these urges some.
I sighed and looked down at myself. My tits were bigger. Maybe I was just noticing them more now that I'd confirmed they were on the rise, but they definitely seemed bigger. With a grunt I reached for the old stand by, mister massaging shower head, to help drain some of my tension before joining the boy for breakfast. It didn't take long for my lovely assistant to help get the show on the road, spasming climax sending my juices flooding down my legs. I made sure to give a few encore performances to just in case.
After cleaning up and getting dressed; undies, khakis, and a casual shirt for now, I joined the boy in the kitchen, finding him staring longingly at a tremendous bowl full of sugary cereal, dressed in his jammies with his too-big cock and balls hanging out the flap in the front. That kind of defeated the point.
He looked up at me with unexpectedly sad eyes, lip quivering as he explained, "The milk went bad...", denying him of his sugary breakfast treat. I mentally connected the dots, recalling that I usually pick up milk mid-week when I hit up the pharmacy. I must have forgotten this week, which would also explain the lack of pills.
"Oh, sorry little buddy. I'll see if we can make something else." I offered him, starting to search through the cabinets for an alternative. Reaching up repeatedly to open and close those cabinet doors, I felt the uncomfortable sensation of my now much-more-tender nipples dragging against the fabric of my shirt. The weight of my growing breasts was palapable as well, the slight bounce they added with every shift of my weight nagging at the back of my head.
I wasn't able to find any other breakfast foods he'd eat. As I began to muse over taking him out to eat for breakfast, the uncomfortableness in my chest dawned on me. "Uhm.. well, daddy can make some.. warm milk for you.." I offered, not thinking those words through clearly.
The cub tilted his head. He didn't mind his milk warm, as long as the cereal didn't get soggy. "Okay! Where is it?" he asked, wagging thick ruddertail eagerly.
I blushed quite intensely, not sure what had come over me to even suggest that, but growing quite aroused by the idea. I sat down next to him, rolling my shirt up to let those rounded breasts lay exposed. "J-just put your lips on daddy's nipple.. and suck for a bit.. and milk will start to come out." I explained to him, gulping and watching his reaction intently.
He seemed mystified that milk could come from a person, but did not dwell on the surprise, instead involving himself quite quickly, reaching up to grab my left breast with both paws, nuzzling into and placing his lips on the firm nipple that punctuated it. An audible moan escaped me as he began to suck. I'd breastfed him for a year or so after he was born, the pregnancy-induced breasts I'd developed only lasting that long, so he wouldn't remember that time by now, but something inside him still seemed skilled in the art of breastfeeding.
The sensations of nursing flooded my brain with the most delicious of motherly satisfactions, allowing me to recall fondly my time spent with him in my belly, and cradling his infant form to my breast. It was a real treat to revisit those tender memories so fondly, and the boy seemed quite happy to drink from me too. After a few moments he hit his stride, rewarded with a trickle, then a warm gush of milk. He drew back, gasping and smiling wide as he managed to get me lactating. "Daddy I did it!" he called triumphantly.
My blush could not be redder, words refusing to fit in my maw, leaving me only to nod at his accomplishment. He then started on the other teat, priming it surprisingly quickly and getting it to start dripping as well. Masterfully anticipating the flow, he then lifted up his bowl of cereal, and managed to squeeze at my teats with his free paw in just the right way to get me to squirt into the bowl. The sensation was both blissful and so terribly wrong. He milked me like a dairy cow, eager to fill his breakfast bowl with the nectar of my breasts.
As I sat with my breasts exposed, watching my son eat breastmilk cereal and contemplating my life, I slowly regained some semblance of sanity, letting my shirt fall back down and rising from the table to make some coffee. Fuck I needed some coffee.
I stole glances back at my son from time to time, the little darling kicking his footpaws back and forth as he devoured the meal before him, so adorable in his innocence, despite the virgin-breaker that hung down between his knees. Given what'd happened already today, and the state we'd both been in for awhile now, I decided it was finally time to have the talk with him. No amount of coffee could have prepared me for it.
"Alrighty." I sat down with a huff as he finished off the remnants of his breakfast, lifting the bowl to slurp down the remnants of my titmilk. "It's time for us to have a talk about something." I began, trying to plot out the conversation in my head. "Now, you're not in trouble or anything, but theres some things you need to know." I continued, scratching my chin and watching for his reaction.
The bubbly little otterpup looked at me with eager eyes, adoring his big daddy otter with unfathomably loyalty. My heart ached with how darn sweet he was. "Okay, daddy!"
I sighed happily, my own rudder wagging a bit as I continued. "So, you've noticed how you're.. different than daddy down here, right?" I confirm, motioning down below. He nods.
"Well, you're getting to the age now where your uh.. your body is ready to make babies." I tried my best to explain. He tilted his head in confusion, the concept of making babies yourself seeming foreign to him.
"Even though your body wants to make babies, we- you shouldn't yet." I corrected myself. "Because don't have the time or money to take care of any more babies yet." I explained.
"How do you make a baby?" he asked, the behemoth swinging between his legs starting to stiffen at the prospect. I gulped. "Erm, well.. when you put your weenie... in someone's pussy.. and it feels really good." I tried my best to explain in words he'd parse, but only ended up turning myself on in the process. "You start cumming.. and then the person with the pussy gets pregnant, and grows a baby in their tummy." I finished up, wiping my brow. The initial explanation was easy enough, I suppose.
His gaze lowered to look over my trousers. "So daddy can grow babies inside of him?" he asked, tail wagging rapidly behind him as a 'thud' indicated his boywood striking the underside of the table in arousal.
"Uhm yeah.. that's where you came from." I explained. He seemed quite enthused by this. "I like daddy's pussy!" he called out with a giggle, a thick, warm squirt of pre jettisoning from his fat cockhead without the boy realizing it, and landing right against papa's crotch.
I moaned deeply, innapropriately, eyes glazing over as the complimented pussy in question began to burn with need once more. "Ngh.. It likes you too.." was all I could manage, beginning to pant as my mind sank to depths of depravity before unknown to me. Fuck I wanted him inside of me.
"Ngh.. do you wanna... see what it's like?" I offered, starting to unbutton myself. He nodded rapidly, wagging and watching in eager anticipation. I blushed hotly, trying to think of the best way to do this. The kitchen table was low and sturdy. I quickly moved some things aside, and hoisted myself upon ontop of it, sitting on the edge with my legs dangling off the side, scootching over infront of the boy.
He wasted no time in helping daddy take his pants off, the trousers falling to the floor as he excitedly nosed at my undies, the boxers strained around an enlarged pussy that filled it more than even many male packages do. He giggled and kissed at my trapped damsel tenderly. Only eight and the kid already had a head for foreplay. He was gonna go places.
"Ooof.. alright, now let's get rid of these.." I suggested, lowering the waistband of the boxers and freeing myself of them. He watched in awe as the fat otter pussy quivered before him, drooling juices in need for a big fat cock like his to plug it up.
"So I can make a baby if I put my weenier in you, daddy?" He asked, surprisingly stuck on that point.
"Y-yeah.. let's make a baby..." I offered, gulping and exposing myself to my son, the need to get fucked and spawn more little ottercubs entirely overriding any other objectives or taboos I might harbor.
He smiled wide and stood up on his chair, lifting his fattened dick with both paws to press against me. I shuddered at the weight of the monster cock, adoring my little boy's massive dick with both pride and need. I made that, and I needed it inside of me. I leaned back over the table, giving him space to get into position.
It didn't take him long at all to get started, pressing the fat head against daddy's puffy lips, both of us gushing preparatory fluids like mad. I moaned in need, gripping the table roughly as I called to my cub in longing. "Fuck... fuck daddy hard..."
And fuck he did. Not only gifted in size, the boy had talent when it came to plowing fat otter daddies. He began to sink that massive fuckstick in, shaking in pleasure, and soon started rutting in and out with surprising skill. It was mere moments before I came the first time, drenching him in my fluids. He just kept going, tail wagging as he stood fucking his daddy like a champion, squeaking and moaning himself as he slammed that fat cock into me again and again.
It wasn't long before he began to near his peak, whining and gasping as he felt the familiar sensation of nocturnal release building up, but much stronger now in his wakefulness, and with a fat otter cunt wrapped around his tool. "Nghh.. d-daddy.. I think I'm gonna pee..." he whined, feeling those gargantuan spooge boulders of his begin to pull up tight against his body.
"Y-you're gonna cum in daddy!" I called to him, excited for the prospect and gripping myself for the coming flood.
A few seconds later, his moans rose into the most precious cry of pleasure I'd ever heard, cock spasming as he thrust it in deep, pressing forward to begin emptying his load. "I'm cumming, daddy!" he proclaimed, unleashing thick, hot waves of his cubspunk deep, deep into me. That potent jism flooding my insides and making my tummy swell even more than before. I matched him with my own climax, howling in ecstacy as he brought me to heights of pleasure I'd never known before. Even getting railed by the fattest of cocks is made infinitely better when it's your own son fucking you.
The horny cub kept rutting, seeming to take forever to finish that climax, splurt after delicious splurt of his seed continued to fill me, even as his cock began to soften. He pulled out, panting, letting a deluge of his own cum wash over him as he leaned forward, slowly crawling up onto papa's belly.
"I love you daddy." he spoke softly, hugging around and clinging to my chest. Heart and belly warmed by his actions, I wrapped my arms around him tight, snuggling my favorite cub in the world close as I could.
"Daddy loves you too. He loves you more than anything." I told him, licking down over his head affectionately. He giggled, nosing at my chest before looking up at me.
"So.. I'm not gonna be your only cub now, right?" he asked, paws reaching down to rub over papa's full tummy. The thought of spending another nine months full of cub delighted me much more than it should, and the idea of having my own son's seed making that cub only served to make it more appealing. I gave in.
"Y-yeah.. you're gonna have a little brother." I explained, blushing at the thought.
"Just one?" he asked, still not clear on how it all works.
I thought it over briefly, reaching a paw down to scoop up some of his still-warm seed drooling from my snatch. I pressed two fingers under the boy's sack, maneuvering inside his jammies to press the pair of digits deep into the cub's own pussy, hidden behind his overwhelming masculine assets. "Maybe two." I offered with a grin, deciding to take him with me on this maternal journey.