Incubator

It was different that time. He took me on my back, my knees pushed up against my chest. He stroked my cock with one hand and held my ankles up with the other. He felt deeper inside me, and didn't pump into me at all. He just kind of shoved his cock all the way in, and ground his hips against my ass.

His cock moved quite a bit by itself, twitching and jumping. After a while I felt a swelling move up the length of his shaft, until it finally exploded deep inside of me. Then he dropped off of me, exhausted in a way he never was before.

There was an immediate cramping deep in my bowels for a few minutes, then a quick sharp pain. Then I got that juicy feeling again, and I felt open and loose, totally at ease. Shortly after that I dropped off to sleep.

Three days later Grae's father arrived.

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I was getting my second brutal assfucking of the day. I was tied to the ottoman. After pulling the plug out, Grae tested me with his fist and seemed satisfied with my progress. He was fucking me hard, as deep as he could, and his cock felt bigger than it was the first time. Neither of us noticed our visitor until he spoke. Grae never missed a stroke.

"Well, Grae, I was going to ask how you're doing; but, you appear to being doing very well indeed."

"Dad, It's still customary to knock."

I looked up at our intruder as well as I could from my position. The family resemblance was more than striking. Apart from their clothing and hairstyles, they could have nearly passed for each other. Grae obviously looked a bit younger than his father, but not much, and with probably more than a hundred years difference in their ages the lack of difference in their faces was shocking. Grae's father even had the same quiet smirk on his face as he watched Grae fucking me. No one said anything else. Grae and I watched his father watching us.

Finally Grae pulled himself out of me without either of us finishing. I heard him readjusting his clothes, zipping here, tucking there, making himself presentable. His father just kept looking at him, his expression never changing, only his quiet smirk whispering his thoughts. I, of course, couldn't move.