A Son’s Curiosity

	Bowser let out a tired sigh as he finally got to his porch, putting his key into the lock and turning it. The long day had gotten to the koopa king as he entered his own home and shut the door. He locked it behind him before running a golden hand through his fiery orange hair, careful of his horn tips. The gold of his hand was shared through most of his body, though his neck was a creamy white that disappeared into his shirt. The koopa king scratched under one of his arms, lightly brushing the fur there as he walked through the house to his bedroom. He removed his blue glasses to scrub at his ruby red eyes, the top half of his head a green mask. Glasses back in place, Bowser started to take off his dressy shirt and threw it on the floor somewhere.
	Bare chested, the creamy white continued down his chest to his waistline where his pants hid any remaining color. Thick orange fur grew between his pectorals, his nipples perky from the chilly evening air. Getting home late again, the koopa king huffed a little as he stroked his light chubby belly before fingering his pubes that started at his navel and grew thicker and wider downwards until they hid in his pants. Scratching his chin, the goatee was then lightly tugged as Bowser thought of what he was to do tonight. He was alone tonight, everyone else staying out. Relaxing was in order. A bath would be nice, maybe a good load blowing tonight with a toy would help too. His train of thought was interrupted by the soft clicking of his door shutting. Bowser tensed up as he breathed through his nose before he heard the soft voice speak behind him.
	“Hi daddy.”
	The older koopa let out the breath he was holding and let the tension fade. His mind shifted to who was behind him before his tail was wedged between his rear and the other’s body. Hands were immediately set upon his body, one running up and down his stomach as the other tangled in his chest hair. Bowser tensed some as he was felt up by his ‘assailant’ before letting out a groan. When the hand slipped lower to run through his thick groin fuzz, the koopa king decided it was time to turn about and did so, the hands trailing along his sides and running over his back now. He looked down to his son, Junior, staring back up at him with a teasing grin on his muzzle. The young koopa stood on his toes and pressed his lips against Bowser’s. Any normal family would have been shocked by the act, but then again, Bowser’s family was anything but normal. The koopa king grabbed the back of his kid’s head and pressed harder into the kiss, tongue licking and probing the other’s.
	Tongues danced together as the older koopa took advantage of the younger, who was moaning. Bowser’s hand ran through Junior’s hair, longer than his own before pulling back. Saliva connected them as Bowser stared into the face that resembled his own so well. They looked very similar, though Junior was obviously younger and lacking many of the hair growths he would get later as he grew. His eyes were the main difference, a golden color that the older koopa always enjoyed. Even more so when they were lidded and dark with lust like now.
	“I was waiting for you to come home daddy.”
	Bowser raised his eyebrow. “What about your friends?” His voice was husky now, out of breath from making out with his son.
	“I’d rather stay here with you.” Junior’s fingers were making quick work on the koopa king’s pants, tugging them down. Now only in his jockstrap, Bowser was filling the pouch well with his arousal.
	“It’s not good for you to abandon your friends.” The elder koopa advised.
	The young koopa sighed through his mouth. “They went on a weekend trip with others. Would have been a third wheel to them all.” A tongue ran up the pouch, making Bowser inhale sharply as he throbbed. His son nuzzled his bulge as hands grabbed his bare ass, squeezing and pulling. Bowser bucked his hips, wanting more even as he groaned lowly. He watched the young koopa lick his lips and slowly pull down on the obstacle to the prize. Slowly the forest of pubes was revealed, followed by the bobbing cream-colored erection that was crowned by the fuzz. The pink head oozed pre as the tongue drug across it, another low groan issuing form the older koopa. His full, round balls were manhandled, the hair growing on the sack played with as much as the creamy orbs were. Reaching down, Bowser rubbed his son’s head to both signal the enjoyment and the desire to move on.
	And Junior did just that, wrapping his lips about the cock head and easily sliding half it down his muzzle. A hand wrapped around his base and tugged as the mouth bobbed up and down, the other hand rolling his orbs. For some reason, the koopa king couldn’t help but think back to their first night together, when his son had asked about sex. How he wanted to learn more since he had started jerking off. Bowser couldn’t help the moan as he gripped his kid’s head and pushed him further down his cock, remembering the taste of his son’s dick and the salty cum he had given. His mind also recalled the eager, though terrible, blowjob the young koopa had given. Now Junior was able to nearly hilt him, as he was now, hands on his thighs as he deep throated the older koopa’s larger-than-average length. Bowser wanted to buck his hips, but was unable to as his toes curled and his fingers bunched in the young koopa's hair in tangles.
	It was all too soon when the mouth was taken off, replaced by a hand jerking his wet shaft. The older koopa let out a displeased rumble, his lidded eyes taking in his son’s motions.
	“Dad, how do two guys fuck? Besides blowjobs.”
	Bowser tensed up at that, cock pulsing in the hand. His mind wandered to some of his past conquests. A small smirk tugged at his muzzle. “The bottom gets fucked in the ass.”
	Junior looked down at the dick in his hand before looking back up. “Will you teach me?”
	The old koopa was practically punched in the gut as he stumbled back from the younger one. It didn’t help he almost tripped on his clothing, which fell off as he fell on his rump on the bed. Lucky that was there, he was staring at his kid in slight shock. Junior stayed there on his knees, his face flushed as his cock bobbed, a good bush surrounding the base.
	“Junior, that’s, uh, I mean to say, um, well,” Bowser stopped, took a deep breath and let it out. “You should only let someone you love and trust to be your first, Junior.”
	The young koopa tilted his head. “But I love and trust you.”
	The koopa king stood and paced over to his dresser, leaning on it with back turned to his son. “Junior, that’s not what I mean. You should find someone your age to have your cherry.”
	“But daddy-“ a pathetic whine.
	“No buts!” The old koopa breathed a few times, feeling his blood still rushing through his body, though his arousal had flagged a little. After a moment, he turned around. “Now do you wan-“ Bowser chocked on his own saliva as he saw that Junior had moved onto his bed, on his hands and knees with his tail raised and looking over his shoulder. What softness he had was gone in an instant as he saw that firm ass being presented.
	“If I can’t trust you with my virginity daddy, then who can I trust?”
	The koopa king’s claws dug into his palm as he shivered. He couldn’t believe his own kid was presenting his ass to him, begging him to pop his cherry. His mind tugged at him that this was taking things too far but that was stamped out fast at the desire to release his pent up tension won over. He pulled open a drawer without looking, rummaging until he found the bottle of lube he kept there and pulled it out. His strides were larger than normal as he crossed the space to the bed, lube dropped to the bed and his hands grabbing the rump and squeezing. There was a low groan as Bowser played with his son’s rear. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he spread apart the cheeks and gazed on the entrance hidden there, pushing his muzzle in and letting his tongue drag over it. A gasp and shudder went through Junior as the older koopa went for another pass and then another. Then he lapped from the balls up and over the tail hole to the tailbase and up the tail.
	Bowser licked his lips before he moved back in for another taste, this time his tongue shoving its way up the tight ring. There was light tensing before a drawn out moan issued from the young koopa, the wet appendage digging and lapping. It wasn’t enough as the koopa king started up thrusting his tongue in and out, getting low noises of pleasure from his kid. Pulling out, he panted hard over the slick entrance, flushed as he was as he scrambled with the bottle. Pouring the thick gel onto his hands, the older koopa wasted no time sinking a digit deep into the younger one. He bit his lip as he felt the tightness from the clamping Junior was doing on it, thrusting his finger in and out a little as he jerked his own shaft and coated it in the cool liquid. He had to stop though, to help spread the mounds apart and get a second finger in, getting a deep whine and groan from his son when he did. Oh fuck, it was so tight! Even with finger-fucking and trying to open his fingers to spread the ring, it was tight. The moans he got were punctured by heavy panting, Junior’s body coated in sweat already as he whimpered.
	“D-dad, please st-stop teasing.”
	Bowser did comply, slipping his fingers from the underused hole. There was a shiver from the young koopa before the koopa king spoke. “Flip over.”
	Junior did as told, flipping onto his back as the older koopa grabbed his legs and pulled him to the edge of the bed. It was nearly perfect height for banging, though he did need to raise his son up a little to prod his cock in the cleft. When he found purchase on the tail hole, he applied a little pressure and let go of the legs, placing his hands on either side of Junior’s head. He paused there, breathing as heavy as his kid. Bowser stared at the younger koopa’s lidded eyes, growling lowly in his chest.
	“Last chance boy.”
	Junior shuddered lightly under him, his arms coming up to wrap around the older koopa’s neck as he leaned up and kissed him. The koopa king pressed his lips back against his kid’s before the young koopa pulled back and said “Fuck me daddy” in a low, husky voice. Bowser needed no further convincing, pushing harder against the resisting entrance. There was a strangled yelp as his length popped in, slipping past his cock head. Claws dug into his shoulders as Junior clamped around his dick, making the koopa king pause in his advance. After a time, the young koopa nodded and Bowser proceeded further in. This process repeated itself a few more times until the older koopa had finally hilted inside of his son. Fuck the kid was warm and tight! Slowly he pulled his hips back some, pushing back in after a moment. He did so again, taking it a little further this time. He enjoyed hearing the young koopa’s inhales and whimpers, the nails digging into his skin, that velvet passage massaging every inch of his shaft. Bowser winced a little as Junior squeezed his dick rather hard. It didn’t detour him as he slowly but surely worked his way to taking out most of his length to push it right back in. He was certainly enjoying his panting, writhing son who whimpered and moaned at every movement he made. Stroked his ego a bit, that did.
	His own desires did get the better of him, as he picked up the pace some. It wasn’t hard or fast, by any standards, he was going to make sure the young koopa had a fantastic first with him. It was hard to think over the haze in his mind, wanting to claim Junior as his, refraining himself as he repositioned himself a little. As he pushed back in, his son jolted and cried out, legs pushing the koopa king’s rump forward as he writhed.
	“Oh, f-fuck, dad!” The young koopa’s eyes had gone wide before rolling. Snarling a little, Bowser felt the vice grip on his dick again. It was enough to drive him nearly mad with lust. Yet a grin worked its way on his face, pulling back and shoving in again at the same spot. The reaction was less intense but the gasp and moan and scrabbling claws on his arms were enough of a tell. He had found his son’s pleasure spot. With vigor, he began to ram that area again and again, jolting Junior as he was forced to hold onto the older koopa for any amount of stability in his rolling waves of pleasure. In and out, balls slapping against the tailbase of the young koopa, Bowser sawed away at the deflowered hole, his own climax approaching faster than he would have liked. He blamed the tight ass gripping his sensitive length for that one. It was with a degree of surprise that Junior cried out loudly, his insides spasming around his shaft. Claws dug harder into his body as the koopa king felt sticky, hot strands coat his lower chest and belly. It took a moment to get over the painful vice that was his son’s rear to realize he had just made the young koopa orgasm without touching his cock. That only fueled the older koopa, who went faster and harder, grunting and growling as he pushed himself towards his own finish. He was loving the sounds of groans and whimpers his kid made. A drooling snarl left his muzzle as he hilted deep in Junior and blasted a load deep into those virgin depths. His whole body tensed with every spurt of his seed, pulling back and driving in once near the tail-end of his climax.
	Labored breathing was the only noise, the smell of sex and cum thick in the air. Bowser gazed down on the young koopa, covered in sweat and his own seed. A trace of guilt wormed it’s way in his mind as he saw how limp his son was. He leaned down and nuzzled at Junior’s neck. “Son?”
	There was a light whimper. The voice was husky and slurred some. “I’m tired daddy.”
	The koopa king chuckled a little. “I bet you are. But we need to clean up.”
	Junior groaned, whining. “Can’t it wait?”
	“I suppose.” The older koopa slowly withdrew himself from his kid, groaning a little with moans from the young koopa. Clearly neither wanted to part but it was needed as Bowser helped slide Junior up the bed, an arm around the young koopa as his son snuggled up to him.
	“Thank you daddy.”
	“Anytime kiddo.” 
	“Can we do it again?”
	A flush crawled along Bowser’s face. “Sure Junior, I’ll fuck you anytime you want. As long as we’re discreet about it.”
	“Mmmm” was all the response he got. He sighed, letting his son rest beside him as he pondered the future. Things were going to get complicated, that was for sure.