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"Martin, we need to talk." Jay cornered his son as the boy was on his way out the door, blocking it with his body and crossing his arms. "Sit down." Still mulling over what he found in his son's room earlier that day, he sighed as the younger hare took a seat on the sofa. He may as well rip off the bandage.

"What's up?" Martin asked, his eyebrow lifted and his boyish hair swept to one side. Sneaking looks at his phone, he attempted to ignore his father, as he had been more and more often since he started dating. "Can we make this quick? I'm supposed to be meeting Kelly for a date. The movie starts in twenty minutes."

Producing the roll of cheap condoms from his pocket, Jay watched the confidence drain from the younger hare's face, his brown eyes darting from side to side as if looking for a way to escape. "Marty, we talked about this. You know how much I struggled after your mother left. Everything I gave up to make a better life for you. I understand that you think she's the love of your life, but you're letting your dick think for you."

"We haven't done anything, dad. Not yet, at least. Kelly said she wanted to wait until our two-week anniversary." Unable to meet Jay's eyes, Martin shrank into himself like a chastised kit. "I'm eighteen; you don't have any say in who I fuck. I'm a grown man." At least he set his phone aside for the moment.

"Do you remember what we went through when you were young? We lived in a trailer. I had to beg your grandparents for money to feed you. The only reason we have a place to stay now is your mother's parents regretted abandoning us. Neither of us can afford to support your mistake." Jay tossed the roll of rubbers at Martin, shaking his head. He put his life on hold to take care of Martin, and even though he'd never regretted his choice to drop out of high school and step up as a father, he couldn't bear to see his son continue down the same path. He deserved more.

"Kelly's on birth control, and I have condoms. We don't have to worry about pregnancy." Martin retorted, looking annoyed. "You don't have to worry about another 'mistake' ruining your life." As he started to stand, Jay noticed tears gathering in his son's eyes, staining his reddish-brown fur as they fell.

Seeing that hurt expression brought out Jay's protective side, stopping the boy in his tracks and enfolding him in an apologetic hug. "That's not what I meant. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. I want more for you than being a teenage father, that's all. You deserve to go to college, have a career and pursue your dreams. It's not worth throwing all of that away to get your dick wet with some girl you barely know."

"She's not just some girl. We're in love." Martin retorted, shoving his way out of Jay's embrace and bending down to retrieve his phone. "If you're not okay with me dating her, you'll have to suck it up because we're not breaking up."

Jay could see his son slipping through his fingers, doomed to repeat the same cycle that brought them so much suffering, all for teenage hormones. If only there were a way to show him that he didn't need some girl to be happy. If Jay could show him that he was thinking with his dick instead of his brain, maybe he'd make the right- Fuck. Maybe there was a way. Something unforgivable that would change their relationship forever.

Strong-arming the smaller hare and shoving him down to the couch, Jay took his phone, throwing it across the room. "I'm not letting you ruin your life." Pinning Martin's hands and ignoring his protests, Jay pulled down the protesting boy's jeans, then struggled with his squirming legs, yanking his boxers to the floor and revealing his manhood. It was impossible to get the boy to see reason, but maybe a demonstration of his dick's indiscriminate desires might get through to him. Horrible as it might be, he'd have to suck Martin's dick.

"Dad? What the fuck? Get the fuck off of me." Martin kicked futilely, trying to escape Jay's grip, but he was no match for nearly two decades of construction work hardening Jay's muscles. He could only watch in horror as Jay gathered his courage, his body twisting from side to side in an attempt to get away, flopping his flaccid cock with every movement.

"Anyone can make you cum. It's not love." Jay sighed, leaning in and wedging between Martin's legs, pressing his lips to the younger rabbit's cock. Flicking his tongue over the tip and closing his eyes, he rolled it past the foreskin, tasting unwashed flesh and feeling relief as it pulsed to life against his mouth. Coaxing the shaft to hardness with slow sucks, the hare welcomed it into his mouth, drawing on years of 'odd jobs' behind closed doors. He told himself he wouldn't enjoy it, but Jay couldn't deny that he missed the familiar warmth of a mouth full of cock and the musky taste of an unwashed male. It was one of the few respites from a crying toddler and constant reminders of bills he couldn't pay when Martin was still young.

Protests trailed off into confused groans, and Martin panted as Jay's mouth rolled up and down his cock, his tongue treating the underside to a litany of rapid licks. It wasn't long before he went completely limp, instinctually gripping the fabric beneath him and humping upward to fill his father's throat. Whether he was enjoying himself, lost in the moment, or simply running on instinct, Jay couldn't tell.

Hooking his arms around Martin's thighs, Jay tried to block out his son's voice, ignoring the hard bulge in his pants and meeting every eager thrust with suckling lips. His stomach twisted into knots, and he hated himself for what he was doing, but his body took to the act as though created to suck cock, deepthroating without any sign of a gag. Moments passed with nothing but the slow up and down of his muzzle and the hard pulsing length drooling down his throat, and Jay almost forgot that he was stealing his son's virginity, tuning out everything but the increasingly desperate cock pillaging his throat.

"I-I-" Reaching out and gripping Jay's head, Martin shoved to the root, his cock bucking with an explosive orgasm that forced the older hare to swallow. For what felt like minutes, he pulsed, unleashing the contents of his balls down his father's throat with every sloppy shove, and melted backward against the upholstery, shuddering his unwilling enjoyment.

"See? Your dick doesn't know the difference. Your hand, my mouth, or a pussy, it doesn't matter. It's just hormones driving you to do stupid shit." Jay murmured, wiping his mouth on his sleeve as the younger hare's member fell from his mouth. "I would rather lose you as my son than sit here and watch you repeat my mistakes. Don't mistake lust for love."

Covering his face with his arm, Martin panted, no doubt feeling violated by Jay's actions. Without pulling away or bothering to redress, he sat there with a wet, softened cock and sagging balls, silently processing the sensations he was forced into by Jay's last-ditch effort.

"I'll leave you alone to think. I'm begging you, make a smart decision." Ignoring Martin's flavor still on his tongue, the rock in his stomach from how much he enjoyed himself, and his cock's strain against the inside of his pants, Jay left him there, slamming his bedroom door and slumping against it.

Cradling his head in his paws, he mentally beat himself up, staring at the throbbing bulge in his pants with disgust. He didn't regret attempting to change his son's destructive behavior, but his body's reaction disgusted him. Even worse, he couldn't clear the image of that beautiful cock out of his mind. Martin was longer than he was but not quite as thick, and he tensed when he finished- Fuck. Martin was his son, not a pent-up guy looking to drain his balls for a twenty. It wasn't right to think about him that way.

As Jay sat on the edge of his bed, clearing his mind and sitting in the dark to try to calm his raging arousal, he heard his door creak open and watched as a silent figure passed through the beam of light it created, blinking in the sudden flash. Sighing, he braced himself for the condemnation he expected, listening to the soft shuffle of paws on the carpet. "I'm not in the mood to fight, Martin. Can we save it for tomorrow-"

Stopped in his tracks by the sensation of weight against his front, Jay recoiled in surprise, unprepared for the exuberance of youthful lips against his own, tentatively exploring with a darting tongue. Warmth bloomed in his chest as arms wreathed his neck, and he found his legs spread by a slow press of soft fur.

"I broke up with Kelly." Came a soft voice from the darkness, illuminated by a crack of light from the next room and materializing into Martin's naked body. "Um." Shuffling around but seemingly unwilling to break his embrace, Martin sounded vulnerable and shy, his earnest tone sending daggers through Jay's heart. "I love you, dad. I'm sorry for being so difficult. You're always looking out for me." Bringing his paw lower, he filled the heated gloom with the sound of Jay's zipper, fishing his shaft from its cloth prison and smearing its underside against his.

Shuddering at the sensation but unable to stop Martin's stroking paw and rolling hips, Jay tried desperately to force himself to stop. Martin wasn't thinking things through. What they were doing was wrong, but somehow it felt right, sending bolts of electricity through Jay's body. Slender features fit so perfectly against his, and panting breath tasted so sweet on his tongue that all he could do was melt, his experienced mouth instructing Martin's darting appendage.

Tugging Jay's shirt over his head, Martin roamed his fingers over sensitive fur, tracing muscles before settling on toned pecs, pushing him backward, and following him down. "I can't get it out of my head." He murmured, those paws roaming lower to free Jay's cock from his pants, stopping his insistent grind and tugging them down and off. "It was so warm in your mouth. Nobody's ever made me feel that way before." Returning to his position, he leaned over Jay, his dripping shaft rolling against the older hare's, kissing their drooling heads together.

Stomach coiled into knots, Jay valiantly attempted to resist the pleasure rising in his stomach, but his paws moved on their own, gripping soft cheeks and drawing his son closer. Those soft groans were music to his ears, and they only intensified as his lips found Martin's neck, his cock bucking as their combined thrusts reached a fever pitch. He barely stopped in time to head off his orgasm, shivering as he pushed away from Martin's shaft. Lulled by his own needs and remembered sensations, he took a moment to gather his wits, then sighed, guiding the panting teen up along his body until he straddled Jay's chest.

Confronted by that perfect cock, Jay took his time, rolling his tongue along its arousal-slimed length. Slow laps brought him back to the hooded tip, coating him in the scent of youthful need, and as he pulled back that fragrant bunched skin, he offered one last opportunity to maintain some sense of normalcy. He'd be the bad guy, but maybe Martin could return to how things were. "Marty. Are you sure you want this?" He asked, feeling drooling cockslime mark his muzzle.

Bracing himself, Martin answered with a slow push that filled Jay's mouth with bouncing length. Forcing Jay's head against the bed and enveloping him in eager humps, he didn't waste a second, slapping his balls against Jay's chin with increasingly wet noises. Even a seasoned cocksucker would have trouble keeping up, but thankfully, Jay was used to impatient men using his mouth.

Wet gags coated that thrusting length in a mixture of spit and precum, but Jay didn't resist, welcoming every push with a lapping tongue and soft suction. Reaching up to massage Martin's flexing rump, he guided every thrust to the root, sucking in musk-laden breaths whenever the boy pulled back. His world narrowed to nothing but cock, balls, and an increasing need to swallow everything Martin had to give, his shaft pulsing sympathetically.

Like his first time, Martin didn't last long, but that massive dick's desperate shoves didn't stop as his cumvein bloated, overflowing Jay's mouth and nose with his sloppy gift. Stirring his cum to musky foam, he went limp, still slapping his balls against the older hare's face as his softening cock plundered Jay's throat. It wasn't until he smeared his soft cock against Jay's face, cum marking every inch of fur, that he finally gave up, letting the older hare draw grateful breaths through his panting maw.

"Can I go again?" Came Martin's voice, colored by panting desire, as he stroked his already hardening cock, its imposing outline growing before the exhausted older hare's face. Without waiting for an answer, he slid home again, his half-hard cock growing by the second. Jackhammering again, drowning out Jay's muffled whimpers for mercy, he murmured. "I love you, dad."

Tearing up from the combination of the third round of throat brutalizing and Martin's heartfelt words, Jay tried his best to accommodate the plunging cock, his face a syrupy mess of various fluids. He couldn't be sure that he'd done the right thing, and he unleashed a monster, but somehow, deep down, the idea of being used so eagerly excited him. Patting his son's bouncing ass, he let himself drown in sensation.