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The school week finally ended with the long-awaited bell, and the teenagers began to pack their backpacks as quickly as possible. On the way home, the young wolf wondered how best to spend his time: whether to play something all weekend or to gather with friends and go out. But one thing was for sure: right now, he just wanted to relax a bit and get into bed.

“Hi, Finn! Do you want some pasta for tonight?” asked the wolf, before the young man could even close the front door.

“Hi, Dad! Pasta again...? But we only had it a few days ago,” replied the teen, somewhat confused by the sudden question. “I don't mind…” surrendered the kid with a sigh, looking at his father, who hadn't even bothered to get up and was sitting half-naked on the couch and who clearly didn't want to spend too much effort cooking.

Finn went to his room and started to undress, but something was definitely off. The computer chair that used to stand almost in the middle of the room all the time was now tucked under the desk, and the mouse and keyboard were not in the place he'd left them, either.

“Dad decided to clean the house? But he hardly ever did, and certainly wouldn't go into my room. He set up an order in the house a long time ago that everyone has to look after their own place,” the boy quickly muttered in his head, but decided to leave the question for later.

After changing his clothes and washing up, Finn went into the kitchen, his dad was already chopping something for a meal. Grabbing a snack, the kid headed back to his room and booted up the computer. Comfortably settling in his chair, the young wolf put on his headphones and opened the browser to chill out a bit after a long day at school, but then he remembered the mystery of the unusual order of his room, which remained unsolved. With a swift motion he opened his browser history, and what was his shock when a huge search and browsing list popped up in front of him, united by a common theme:

‘teen porn’
‘teen boys porn’
‘incest videos’
‘father and son porn’
‘father and teenage son porn’

The boy could not believe his eyes. He stared at the links, which seemed to have no end. His heart raced in terror.

“It can't be! It's not true! What to do?! What should I do?! What am I supposed to do in this situation?!” the thoughts flashed through his head, his breathing becoming disrupted with dismay.

He jumped out of his chair, dropping his headphones, and began circling the room, holding his head and going over and over the same questions in his mind, slowly beginning to say them out loud. His head soon began to spin and he was forced to sit back in the chair.

Barely calmed down, he put on his headphones and with a trembling hand clicked on the last visited link. A typical age warning popped up on the screen and was immediately closed, the monitor overflowed with thumbnails showing young, no doubt underage boys: some alone, some in couples, some with grown men. A second later, the video the link of which Finn had clicked on was also loaded. The preview showed a teenager about his age, who was eerily very similar to him. It was a wolf cub with a slender figure and matching arms, covered in thick cream-colored fur that was almost white and especially fluffy on his chest, only his nose and his lips were contrastingly black. The only thing that distinguished them was that Finn's protruding part of the snout was also of a dark, almost black color. 

After a brief pause, without really wanting to, the boy clicked ‘play’. His heart thudded loudly in his temples, and his breath stopped. The young man in the video was lying on the cushions at the head of the bed and looking into the camera; a rough voice addressed him, followed by a short dialogue, the words of which the viewer could not now make out. The camera was then set at an angle to the bed and after a moment, as Finn had anticipated in fear, a middle-aged man of the same look and fur color appeared in the frame. Without hesitation they started cuddling and making out with each other, smiling, and within seconds they were already kissing, the boy occasionally glancing at the camera. A bulky and not the most athletic man was groping the young man's body, squeezing his ass cheeks, running his fingers through the fur.

Finally, their lips parted, though a glistening thread of saliva still stretched between them. The man lifted himself up and took the younger man by the cheek, saying something and inserting his thumb into the boy's mouth as he began to suck on it with pleasure on his face and nodded. After another moment the man dropped onto his butt and positioned himself comfortably half sideways to the camera, glancing in the direction of it. He began rubbing his sheath, beckoning the kid to him, the latter eagerly responded and reached down to his groin, grasping the sheath with his own hands. Soon he was greedily licking the tip of the man's cock rubbing his meaty pouch as he caressed his back, trying to reach his buttocks. Slightly twitching, the man's cock got bigger and bigger, and the boy was already licking and suckling on the red shaft to the moans of both of them.

Finn watched, mesmerized, not taking his eyes off the screen, as his own cock began to rise treacherously, pulling on his shorts and soaking his underwear. Instinctively he reached down, pulling away the rubber band and placing his paw on his tool, rubbing it gently.

The scene on the screen changed again, the man picked up the camera and a moment later was filming the boy's bum, who was now on all fours in front of him, wagging his tail playfully. With a heavy sigh, mixed either with a moan or a growl, he squeezed teen’s bun firmly, kneading it. When the man had enjoyed himself enough, he withdrew his hand, a muffled spit was heard, and immediately a hand soaked in saliva was under the kid's tail. Thick fingers smeared improvised lube over the hole, into which the thumb soon penetrated, stretching it slightly.

“Are you ready?” a man's voice said, raising the camera.

“Ye-yeah,” the boy replied in a half-whisper, looking over his shoulder with a smile and laying his chest on the bed before spreading his cheeks with his hands.

The camera shifted down again, showing the big canine penis pointing with its end precisely into the boy's asshole...

“Dinner's ready!” shouted a loud familiar voice, and Finn flashed back to reality, ripping the headphones off his head and frantically closing the browser tab.

“Finn, dinner's ready,” his father walked into the room, repeating his words. 

“Good. Give me a minute,” hiding his erection, the boy said.

“Good. You'll heat it yourself later,” the man said mockingly, disappearing out the door.

The teenage wolf turned to the screen, staring at his blank homepage, and then lowered his gaze down. His cock was furiously stretching the fabric of his shorts with a large stain on them.

“What am I doing...?” exhaled the guy loudly. Calming down a bit, he changed his shorts and went to the kitchen.

His dad acted as if nothing had ever happened and set the table. As he sat down to finally enjoy the results of his efforts, the wolf took off the apron, exposing his small belly and a fluffy chest fur in the shape of a large white heart. The man casually talked about his day off, recounting the news and the shows he had watched during the day.

“And how are you doing?” 

“F-fine,” such a simple question paralyzed the teen for a moment.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Just a normal school day, same subjects, teachers and classmates,” Finn said, easing up a little.

“Consistency isn't bad,” man chuckled and returned to his plate.

The rest of the dinner passed in silence, the adult was eating peacefully while the boy still felt uncomfortable, glancing at his old man and remembering the history of the browser and that video. The image of his father merged with that man, and their similar appearance only contributed to this. Finishing their meal, Finn went to wash the dishes, continuing to glance nervously at the man, now seated on the couch, every time he laughed or commented on what was happening on the TV screen. He still couldn't believe that his dad could have such a perversion.

“Boy, sit with me, it's boring to watch alone,” patting the couch the man said to the teenager, as he finished the dishes and was about to head straight for his room. 

At that moment anxiousness took hold of him again, but nevertheless he sat down next to his father. And after a short while the young man was finally able to relax and peacefully watch the film, discussing it over the course of the action and laughing at the silly jokes. Everything was going well until a romantic scene started on the screen, which immediately reminded the boy of something. His eyes were flickering between his father's face and shorts and what was happening on the screen. As he recalled the content of the video, his cock began to grow in size, and in embarrassment he immediately pulled his legs up on the couch, hiding his erection.

“What, hormones playing up?” laughed his father, pulling the young wolf closer by the shoulder and shaking him.

And at that moment, as if guided by an unknown force and to his own surprise, Finn put his hand down on man's groin, his dad immediately became serious and looked at him questioningly.

“You haven't deleted the browser history. Do you really... Do you really like incest?” after an awkward pause, the boy asked straightforwardly. His father froze, stunned by the question, his eyes darting from side to side. “And it's like… you were specifically looking for a video of someone who looks like me,” the young wolf continued, rubbing the fabric of the grown man's shorts, to which it responded with a slight twitch to the unwillingness of the owner.

Not wanting to answer the question, the man jumped out of his seat and rushed to his room, but was immediately grabbed by the arm.

“We can try it if you really want to,” the boy said quietly, lowering his eyes in embarrassment as he too got up from the couch.

He came close to the man and placed his dad's hand on his groin, where his cock was already oozing in lust. The man's pupils dilated even more, his heartbeat and breathing quickened still in flight mode, but now unable to move. The boy put his palm on his father's fluffy chest and, standing on tiptoe, licked him on the lips.

A moment later Finn was already on his knees and began slowly pulling his father's shorts and underwear down. Taking the man's inaction as consent, he buried his muzzle in his groin, nuzzling with his nose and gently caressing the hefty balls, then moving on to his sheath, covered in the same creamy fur. Soon the red tip of his cock emerged from the fluffy pouch, to which Finn immediately switched and began to lick and suckle on it as he continued jerking the sheath.

The man could not believe his eyes, his own son was now kneeling in front of him sucking him, moaning softly and seemingly with joy. Although he had thought about it, he still believed that what was happening was very wrong, wishing that it had all stayed only in his fantasies, but for some reason he didn’t want to stop it. His cock kept swelling in pleasure, filling his pup's mouth, saliva dripping from the corners of it. Finally giving in to the sensations, the man let out a moan. He timidly placed his paw on the back of the boy's head and began to set his favorite a slightly faster pace, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into the muzzle. The reflex had Finn twitching his tongue, caressing the bottom of the shaft, resting his nose against his father's pubic fur.

Sensing his father's imminent orgasm, the teen interrupted his pleasure as he stood up and took off his clothes, exposing his fully erect organ dripping with pre. He swiftly knelt on the couch and rested his hands on its back, wagging his tail and looking over his shoulder, beckoning his father with this gesture. The man admired the view for a while and then finally moved from his spot, stepping out of his underwear. He squatted down behind the boy and immediately began to lick him, salivating the hole, spreading his ass cheeks wide, kneading them vigorously. Moments later, without moving away from the boy’s pucker, he ran his hand between his son's legs and, finding his swollen shaft, began to jerk it off. Finn moaned louder and louder from the pleasure he was receiving, involuntarily thrusting his hips in rhythm of his father's hand. After a short while, the man pulled away from the boy's ass and spread his buns once again, judging his work.

“Are you ready?” deeming the tail hole sufficiently moistened, almost rhetorically asked the adult wolf.

“Yes,” replied the Finn quietly, as he felt his father’s thumb slipping inside.

Rising from his knees, the man stroked his dripping erect cock a few times and stood just behind his son's ass, his innermost desire was about to be fulfilled. Firmly grasping the bun of the boy's ass with one hand, with the other he guided his shaft right in front of the wet hole and impatiently but slowly slid it inside, making them both moan in sync. Wolf was inserting his cock gently but surely, pushing young cheeks apart. And when their hips touched and the knot met the hole opening, they let out a second long moan. Wolf froze like that for a while, enjoying the moment. And a couple of seconds later he pulled his length out, leaving only the tip inside, and then quite vigorously inserted it back in, forcing yet another moan out of the young man. So, he repeated over and over again, moving his hands from the teen's hips to his waist and from it to his shoulders, almost lying down on him, building up the pace and shortening the working length, barely taking his cock out of the boy anymore.

The room was filled with a multitude of sounds, from the thudding slaps of hips hitting against fluffy buttocks, to the sweet moans and growls of both men. With each movement of his father's pelvis, the teen's cock rocked in the air, slapping onto his belly, splattering the pre on both the fur and the fabric beneath him. To Finn's surprise, his father only continued to increase his pace, the knot was ramming into the boy's hole, widening it more and more, before it finally slipped inside. A moment of pain was immediately replaced by pleasure, and a whine quickly turned into a loud moan as he felt his father's knot filling him, pushing all the buttons he had never known before, making him cum instantly, spraying white liquid all over the couch.

Overwhelmed by such a cocktail of sensations, the boy would almost have collapsed on the couch if his father hadn't put his arms around him, catching him up. He could still feel the cock trembling inside him, the hot cum pouring out of it, his father breathing heavily with his head hovering over his shoulder. In one quick motion and without breaking the knot, they turned around and dropped comfortably onto the couch. Turning his head, the young man began kissing and licking the familiar muzzle as far as the position allowed. They continued to make out with each other for a long time while the father caressed his son's belly, chest and thighs, running his fingers through the fur.

Both let out one last moan when the knot finally parted from the boy's stretched hole, releasing the hot liquid from it. Finally free to move, the young wolf turned to his father and sat on his lap as the man squeezed his ass once more.

“Now you won't run away,” said Finn with a smirk, taking his father's head in his hands and merging with him again in yet another kiss.