“H-How did you trick me into doing this…” Munchy asked his father, from beyond the bathroom door. The feminine looking and sounding minccino boy was busy getting into something that another had persuaded him to wear. Said attire caused the young adult pokémon to vividly blush in embarrassment, even before he slipped into it.

“Oh come now, Munchy,” Bellowed his dad, Bartz. The very scarred and purple cheeked pikachu reclined on the bed. “You did promise that you’d help out your old man whenever he asked.” He said, placing his arms behind his head, patiently waiting while sporting a gigantic sweaty hard-on. Today had been a long day for him. Then again, all days felt long when your job is venturing into mystery dungeons to rescue fellow mons that had got lost or fainted inside them. So when Bartz returned home, cock throbbing and begging for a warm hole to shoot that massive load stored inside his heavy balls, he knew the perfect candidate… Moyra! 

Moyra Stone was a motherly human-turned-cinccino, 3 years his senior and his loving wife. Along with being the first person she befriended when she came to this world, Bartz also had the honor of being the first to fuck her pokemon body. Their sexual acts range from rough and risky to passionate; from the time he pounded her asshole wide open, whilst making quite the ruckus at a theatre, leading them to being kicked out due to that (alongside the mess of juices and seed in the back row), where they continued that hardcore plapping outside. Or the time they made out on the very same bed Bartz laid on right now, rodent tongues fighting for dominance as his tapered length went balls deep inside her needy cunt, the sound of their moans and sexes slapping together mixing into the sounds of pure passion, ending with the pikachu flooding her womb with his potent, electric-type seed, breeding his wife for the first time. 

The veteran rescuer expected to have another night like that with his wife, but that wasn’t meant to be. Entering the living room of their house, he was greeted with a note on his table, from his wife. It told Bartz that she had urgent business with the guildmasters of Il'amante Retreat, and wouldn’t be home until tomorrow. But that spanner in the works didn’t stay stuck for long, as he had a plan B for times like this…

“I-It’s on…” Munchy said, hating himself for going along with this. His answer made Bartz smile and length throb. 

“Show me,” The pikachu ordered his son. He watched the door be pushed open, and from behind it, he saw what he had told his son to wear…

Munchy’s grey furred body was covered in the prettiest wedding gown money could buy. The ceremonial dress was weaved from the finest white silk, the long skirt just letting his paws be seen. The top half was sleeveless, with his arms being covered with arm-length gloves, and had a peculiar cutout around the neck area, it being custom tailored to suit Moyra’s mane. This male-bride getup was topped off with the blue bow Munchy always wore and the deepest blush his dad had ever seen.

Bartz chuckled lustfully. The wedding dress was from his and Moyra’s wedding. She would wear it for their anniversary fuckfest, but since her evolution, it was a bit tight on her. But, due to some lewd miracle, Munchy had his mother’s body type, so it was a perfect fit.

“T-This is so embarrassing…” Munchy said, hands resting together near his groin. “Why did you want me to wear this again?”

“Because~” Bartz just grasped his sweat-riddled shaft in response to his son’s query. The anticipation of seeing his son in his wife’s clothes had made him even harder, his willpower had ensured he didn’t go fully feral and fucked his son’s girly face and cause him to choke on his girth and seed. “Also, are you wearing all of it?” 

Munchy slowly nodded in response. He tried his best to divert his eyes away from his dad’s cock, but to no avail.

There was a moment of silence between the two, before the pikachu broke the silence with two words.

“Show me.”

His blush grew even redder from that order. He knew what his father wanted to see, and so, he bent down and raised that skirt up…

Beneath that dress were a pair of white stockings, connected to the garter belt of a set of lacy bridal lingerie. It also came with a matching set of panties, one which Munchy had stretched out with his own large cock in order to contain. He had also stained the fabric, with a globule of seed dripping from the tip and through the fabric as he showed off even more of his girly getup.

The sight of his son’s cock barely fitting in his wife’s underwear caused his cock to get stiffer. He didn’t expect him to put that on as well, but fuck it was quite the lewd boon.

“Well well well… Seems like you enjoy wearing it as much as I like looking at you~” Bartz teased.

“S-Shut up…” Munchy quietly retorted, dropping that skirt and walking towards him to get it over with. He wanted to hide how much this situation was turning him on, but after he showed off his length to him, that was impossible with the firm indentation of his cock beneath the gown sticking out like a sore thumb now.

Bartz’s expression turned into one of lewd annoyance, not enjoying how his son tried to talk back at him.

“How about you stop running your mouth and get your lips round this~” he told him, using his yellow hand to direct his cock towards his son’s shut maw.

The minccino trembled from the familiar view of his daddy’s cock. Part of him was feeling eagerness to please it now, but the other side of him just grinned and answered.

“Make me~” 

Munchy looked him in the eyes with his rose quartz coloured pair, whilst smiling like a total brat, to which his father chuckled and lewdly grinned.

“With pleasure…”

Munchy wasn’t sure what made him respond like that. It could’ve been his own growing arousal from half a week of not masturbating, or some primal submissive urges he needed to quench, or even the intoxicating scent of his daddy’s musk and sweat tainted cock. Said cock now shutting him up, as he laid on the bed, with Bartz ramming his manhood right down his son’s slutty mouth.

“Mmmm, fuck I’ve missed this tight, cock sucking mouth of yours, Munchy~” Bartz complimented his son’s ability to take just over half his cock. Looking behind him, he watched their giant tent throb with arousal from being forced to worship his mast.

The ‘bride’ could just emit muffled moans of pleasure from such an act of rough incestuous debauchery. His eyes were filled with tears from being made to take more and more of it in, if he had makeup on, it would be running all over his feminine face just about now. He could taste the salty sweat and musk on his father’s flesh and it just made him even more horny, the scent of sex overpowering and rewiring his already horny mind and making him a willing whore for his daddy to pound silly.

“C’mon, I know you can do better than that,” The electric type said and without warning, tightly gripped onto his child’s fluffy ears, catching the faint glimpse of his eyes looking up, before they forcibly shut from the sudden deepthroating. To add to the roughness of such an act, the pikachu proceeded to buck back and forth, ensuring that whore of an offspring’s throat will be gaping as much as his ass will be by the end of the night.

“Good whore, keep on taking daddy’s lengthy cock into that slutty girly mouth your mother gave you~” Bartz stated as he thrusted further, hearing him gag and moan loudly. He could feel Munchy thrust upward, and turning around, he got a front seat show of ropes of rodent spunk shooting through that gown and greatly ruining it, showing that his forceful actions and dirty talk only turned on his cock-loving son more.

“That’s it, keep on cumming for me, son.” He turned back and said, giving another powerful thrust. “Show me how much you want to guzzle down your daddy’s batter~” He could feel his tongue starting to worship it more and more, slowly bringing him close and closer to his first orgasm…

To Munchy it felt like a water-type just used Hydro Pump inside his mouth, with a salty stream of semen flooding his throat and firing out from around that musky cock, and through his nose. Not wanting to drown, he proceeded to gulp it down like a champ, having gotten used to drinking cum, be it from friends or family. Whilst he drank all that down, he felt his dad relax, slowly letting his cock out of his mouth, only to hold it close to his face and paint it with a plethora of seed, ‘prettying’ him up.

“Mmmm, you look exactly like how your mum looked when I knocked her up with you” Bartz gently slapped his son with his cock whilst mentally praising his work. He watched his son take deep, lust-tainted breaths, it smelling like the musk and seed his dick produced.

A moment passed, the two having mentally recuperated after such a rough session, both were hard as rocks still. 

With a smile, he looked his son in the eyes, finally getting off him. He watched those eyes, the image of hearts within them, lock onto that cock once again.

“I can tell what you want, so say it!” Bartz ordered, and on cue, Munchy got onto his belly. His cock was now touching the mattress as he got onto all fours, using his tail to lift up that dress and give his father ample view of his bubbly behind.

“P-Please wreck my tight boypussy, daddy!” Munchy practically begged, having been fully broken in from the feral facefucking, and wanting much more…

Moyra Stone stretches as she returns home. The village chief’s journey had been cut short due to a sudden blockage on the road, and not wanting to try her luck with a mystery dungeon, she decided to come back and return when it was safe.

Feeling tired, the cinccino felt that it was best to call it a night and slide into bed, betting her husband and son had done the same. But whilst getting closer and closer to her bedroom, the familiar sounds of moans and plapping got louder. She pushed open the door, coming across a scenario she’d never expected.

“Mmm fuck, Daddy~” Munchy said, the femboy rodent’s body clad in that pricy lingerie she had bought for her wedding day (well more for the honeymoon, but she did wear them during the big day). That gown he had worn had been doffed and placed on the bed, with streaks of cum just visible. “H-Harder!” He begged, as he sat on Bartz’s lap, his silk-covered legs in his hands.

“A-Anything for my good cumrag of  a son~” Bartz responded, his age having caught up to him slightly, not being able to keep up with his offspring’s libido.

Moyra watched on intently. Her ears picking up each unique moan and lewd speech said between them, it all slowly culminating into a sight she couldn’t look away from.

“S-SHIT, HERE IT COMES!” Bartz gave warning as his cock shot its third load of the night.

“Y-YES…BREED ME, DADDY!” Munchy cried, cumming as well. He could feel his belly get nice and full with daddy’s spunk, all the while his own hose shot seed all over the bed and onto the floor, the final shot being just a foot away from Moyra, who had now entered.

“Ahhh…” The boy sighed in relief, having a nice belly full of spunk and was about to fall back into his daddy’s arms after such a vigorous time bouncing on that girth. But that all changed when he saw his mother, his entire body going stiff and failing to hide his titanic indecency with his hands, and lacking the energy to hop off his dad’s cock and get beneath the sheets. All he could do was shout…

“M-MUM!?
 
Bartz’s ears perked up when he heard Munchy speak. Cocking his head, he could properly see his wife, noting her anger from that frown and crossed arms.

“H-Hi dear…” Bartz chuckled nervously, he didn’t expect his wife to be home so soon.

Moyra sighed, she took in the libido triggering scene in front of her, reminding her of those low budget pornos filmed in the depraved depths of Circuit Plaza’s aptly named ‘pleasure street’.

“Honestly, I expected this would’ve happened when you saw my note.” She responded to their words of shock in such a calming manner, that frown quickly changed into her trademark motherly smile.The cinccino was quite the kinky lady herself, being a huge fan of the forbidden acts of incest, and having bedded her son a couple times and. It wasn’t the first time she’d walked in on them doing it either, having once hid as they did it, rubbing her dripping sex out of pure lust from seeing her husband ravage their girly son’s ass for the first time.

“But…” Walking past the two rodents, she reached the nightstand and looked at her wedding dress which was in front of it, on the floor. The elegant ceremonial gown now having just as much cum and sweat staining it as the two incestuous hornballs had on them. “Couldn’t you have waited until our honeymoon to bring this out again? You know how hard it is to clean!” Moyra scolded her husband as she raised it up for them to see, causing that veteran rescuer to cower slightly.

“I-I Got really in the mood, sorry…” He apologised the best he could, it was pretty hard to come up with the right words on the spot, especially when your balls deep in your own kid. To which Moyra sighed again

“It’s alright, I know how hard you get when I wear it~” The normal type accepted the apology, now placing that dirty dress on the bed. “But you’re going to be cleaning it tomorrow, understand?”

Despite rarely (if at all) showing her eyes Bartz knew his wife was staring daggers at him. He nodded slowly in response to his punishment, usually when they wanted it cleaned (generally the day after their anniversary rut) they took it down to the laundromat to get it cleaned, both not having the time to do such tasks, but the wife was adamant that he would have to clean it by hand now.

Despite feeling sexually exhausted and still getting over being walked on by his mum (despite recalling times she watched all the three fucked together), Munchy couldn’t help but quietly laugh from hearing his dad get punished for being horny.

“And so are you, Munchy.” Moyra added, her large, rounded ears having caught his laughter, taking her son by surprise.

“Aww but mum I-”

“If you want to wear mummy’s clothes, then you just gotta ask, dear.”  Moyra cut off his retort and gave him a quick kiss on his rosy red cheeks. The cinccino remembered the time when she caught her son trying on her panties once, and instead of being shocked, she gave him a few of her old clothes for him to wear whenever he likes. But not before giving him a mighty orgasm by rubbing his silk covered bulge with her silk paws and praising him for such a mess.

“Well, seeing you two are still awake, I best make some supper then. I know how much sex takes it out of you~” Morya commented, walking out of her and Bartz’s bedroom, leaving the two lovers to feel awkward from getting caught like this.

“Oh, and make sure you clean the bed and crack open the window, I don’t want to be getting all worked up whilst I’m trying to sleep tonight.” She peaked her head in and ordered them before heading down to the kitchen, getting a potent whiff of the musky scent of sex that visibly clouded the room from how hard they went at it. 

She did have a long day planned after all, and the idea of constant edging from that dirty smell which permeated the room and especially the bedsheets wouldn’t be good for that…

Moyra put those thoughts to the back of her mind, as she lit the stove in preparation for a delicious meal that’s sure to revitalise someone, especially after a time of feisty forbidden fornication.