The Sins Of A Father

Chapter Seventeen: The Beginning







A few days had passed by after the day Harry and I started to talk to each other once again. The day when Carter and Harry met each other, and by the looks of it they became fast friends.



So much in fact, that Harry went out with Carter.



This night.



11 o’clock at night and Harry has still not come home.



‘I’m not worried, they’re young boys having a good time’ I kept on saying to myself. I was sitting in the living room working on some paperwork at the time, so I just happened to notice the time. I stared hard at my laptop, watching the black writing blurring and becoming fuzzy when I did not blink. I just kept thinking over and over again on what was my son up to. What was Harry getting up to with Carter.



I growled in frustration and stood up to go to the kitchen to drink something cold.



I knew then that something was seriously was wrong with me. I was being a complete idiot when I was suggesting Harry to be with someone else and be happy.



But there I was, feeling completely frustrated and angered by the thought of my Raven going out with someone.



But I know Carter. He’s a good person. He was good for Harry to take his mind off of things. I was trying to convince myself. Convincing myself once again I was being the overprotective parent.



But I could not get convinced anymore. With the rage boiling inside of me of thinking of Harry in someone else’s company. My rage soon to be soothed with the confusing image of Harry in my arms. Of Harry’s kiss…The loving gaze of his green eyes watching me…The soft caress of his voice when he says ‘Papa’.



I had the sudden urge to drink something stronger.



I can not, could not, should not think anymore of this! He was a boy when I first met him! A boy who was abused in so many ways asking for to be protected! And here I was! A man who has a wife, a family, thinking of a son who was still a boy in my arms!



I dropped the glass in to the sink. Hearing it crack, then brake into pieces.



I just wanted my son to be happy. That’s all what any parent would want for their children. To see their smiles. To see the sparkle of their eyes light up. To see the joy brighten on their features.



I just wanted Harry to be happy. My little Raven, my little boy…I just want him in my arms to be protected.



I was once again convinced myself. I’m just being the protective Father…Nothing more.



But soon this night was to change everything.



Once I put the broken glass into the dustbin, I turned to walk back to the living room. Once I approached the living room I heard the sound of a key turning in the lock of the front door. I knew who it was, and by damn I will not look like I had been waiting for him, so I quickly sat at the sofa and returned to my laptop and work.



The sound of my typing was soon to be drowned out when the sound of the door opening drummed through to my ears. The sound of soft footsteps on the carpeted floor and the door closing.



I try to ignore it so I went back on concentrating on my work.



“Papa?”



I sighed lightly, trying not to give away anything that I was thinking of him. “Mmmm?” By now I was just typing nonsense onto the screen. Scrolling around to look like I was actually doing something.



“You still up? Not going work tomorrow?” He came by my side.



I looked at the time once again. Nearly 11:30. I closed my laptop and yawned. “Yes I am Harry” I looked at him, he looked a little…‘Ruffled’ so to speak. His lips was very unusually red, and the skin around it. As if he had a good long snog.



Anger was riling up inside me again, but I swallowed it down. I raised a curious eyebrow and plastered a fake smile. “Had a good time son?”



He grinned unsurely. I really did not pay attention to it. I picked up my laptop and went to place it in my home office.



Harry decided to follow. “I had such a great time, Carter was so much fun! I mean wow, I never knew London could be so…gay!”



I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t resist to smirk in amusement. I turned around and leaned against my desk, crossing my arms and letting Harry talk. “Indeed?”



“I mean who would of thought? I swear I saw some people I knew was there went to…Ah, what did Carter say? Gay scenes or something? Anyways, I am so gonna take Draco with me there. He’ll love it! He’ll get a real kick out of those gay underwear shops if I know him. Speaking of those shops…” Harry smiled wickedly and winked at me. “There was this one guy, man he was so sweet but so hot! Apparently he knows you…”



I raised an eyebrow. “Pardon me?”



Harry laughed. “I don’t know, Carter knew him and they was chatting like mates and apparently that guy, Steve, knew you, says you use to go to Soho like nearly every week to buy cloths and stuff….I never knew you shopped at those underwear shops Papa…”



I coughed. Steve, yes I remember him. And I remember his arse very much too. We tried going out seriously but it never worked. He was too nice for my taste. So I just fucked him now and then, he never complained. Thinking about it now…Dare I say I actually regret it?



Well not completely regret it. Just a little shamed by my actions. Maybe due to the fact that I am a married man with a family? Or maybe is it because Harry has met one of the notches in my bedpost.



I smirked. I wanted to say to him that I do not wear any underwear but alas, I could not say that could I? Or maybe he knew since he did see me and Lily making love. Perhaps he was just teasing me.



So I just settled for to wink at him. “So by the sound of things you enjoyed yourself very much. I’m glad Carter took you out, he’s a good man”



Harry smiled warily. “Yeah he is, I like him…we might go on a date next week”



I clenched my jaw ever so slightly, but I quickly plastered that fake smile once again. “Oh? A date? Well that’s good news Raven. Just make sure it will not interfere with your school work son-”



“Papa?” He looked down at the floor.



I uncrossed my arms and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Yes son? Is something wrong?”



“I’m sorry” He said meekly.



I furrowed my brows. “For what son?”



He sighed a little, then he closed the distance to burry himself to my chest. So I automatically wrapped my arms around him. I closed my eyes, feeling my son in my arms. Relishing the calm and warmth easing my mind. Feeling how good it felt to hold my Raven.



“For everything Papa, for being an a complete idiot. I’m so sorry to hurt you Papa, I never meant those words to you. I was just so angry” His grip on me tightened, but only a fraction.



I stroked his head. I just wanted to forget that night over dinner ever happened. “Ssshh…Its alright son, everything is alright. I never meant those words to you also, lets just forget that night ok my little Raven? That night does not exist from now on ok?” I whispered reassuringly.



I felt him nod. “Ok”



I ruffled his hair. “Good” I yawned once again. “Lets go sleep Harry, it’s late”



He dislodged himself from me, smiling timidly. “Err, can I ask you for a favour?” I nodded. “Its just that I haven’t been sleeping well and I was wondering if you could…sleep with me? Please?” He whispered the last part.



And that part made my chest tighten. Was he scared? I thought for a moment if it was a good idea. If it was too soon considering on the main fact that Harry held feelings for me, but then logic came along that Harry was going on a date. Plus the feeling of Harry in my arms felt too good and I had missed him too much.



I was already wearing my black pyjama bottoms and a white vest, so I nodded. “Of course, you don’t need to ask son” So I stood up to walk. “Lets go, before I decide to fall asleep here” I yawned and stretched my arms with the reply.



I heard his giggle. My lips twitched into a soft smile.



Once we was in his bedroom, I made myself ready to go to sleep. Harry in his bathroom to wash up for bed. I pulled the covers up to my waist, my arms behind my head and me staring into the moonlit ceiling. The strange feeling of having butterflies in my stomach. My heart beat pounding away a little faster than usual. I was a little nervous I admit, who wouldn’t be knowing that the other person’s feelings towards you. But I wanted to be there for my son. I know it was wrong and too soon for me to spend the night with him but as I said before, I wanted Harry to be happy. And if he wanted me there, then by all means I will be there.



The door creaked open, Harry coming out only in his boxer shorts…



I gulped, rather nervously. But I made sure that I did not show it. So I just raised my eyebrow questioningly. “Feeling hot?”



Harry blushed but grinned never the less. “Well I did just have a hot shower…” He went under the covers to lie down by my side, pulling the covers up to his chest. Then after a second thought, he went closer to my side, laying his head onto my chest and having one arm wrapped around my waist. He purred slightly. “You know Papa, I’ve missed this so much…” He whispered ever so softly, but loud enough to break the silence. “When we weren’t speaking to each other I felt so lonely and scared when I had nightmares. I felt completely alone and I hated myself even more then when I was in complete regret. I’m still in regret”



I put my arm around his arms, I went to lie on my side to put my free arm around his waist. I shivered inwardly feeling the soft young skin but I took hold of myself mentally before I could do something I’d regret. ”You’re never alone Raven, you know that. And don’t drown yourself in regret Harry. I said something’s too that I hate myself for but…Like I said, lets just forget about it ok son?” I whispered just as softly. Saying these things aloud will just sound so harsh.



Harry closed his eyes. “But the thing is Papa…I can’t just simply forget. I know I’ve tried, believe me I’ve tried, but…I can’t Papa. That’s why I said those things to you. I wanted to just forget everything. Forget that I was just kidding myself to think more of this. Forget the pain when mum has something that I will never have. I even tried forgetting you…But I can’t and I think I’ll never will Papa…I can’t just forget you when you’ve been in my heart more than I can remember. I know it bloody sounds sappy but its true. Its wrong but, you once told me Papa if it feels right it’s most probably right. I know I’m asking to much but I just want something from you one last time” He moved his head into my view, his eyes shimmering with pain. He moved his arm around my waist so he could place his hand onto my cheek. His voice quivering in nervousness. “I don’t know how to ask this Papa but I’ve been thinking about this nearly all day” He gulped. “After this night I’ll promise I’ll move on. I’ll even fucking get married and have kids if you wanted me too but before anything like that happens I want one thing in this night. One thing that I only want from you Papa”



Now my heart was beating harder and harder. I even broke into a cold sweat. Harry was so close to me, his lips so close to mine I could feel his warm breath wash over mine. But he did nothing else but stare into my eyes. “And what is that…?” I said it so low that I briefly thought that if I had said it out loud or not.



He stroked my cheek so caringly, his hand shaking slightly. “You Papa…I want you. Just for this night. Just something so I can cherish that I’ve been wanting for so long…Even if it means just one night so be it, but…I want you Papa. Everything you can give me tonight. Please just for one night? Just this night so it can make it easier for me in the future? Please Papa? Can you?”



I was in complete shock. I knew I should of known what was coming, but hearing it aloud was completely different. I was hot and cold at the same time. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. My mouth and throat completely dry. I did not know what to do. I admit I was scared. I was never the type to get scared, I rather cut my own arm off, but in that night I was truly scared. I was scared hurting the one of the people I hold close to my heart. I had already hurt him once and I did not want to make the same mistake twice. I licked my lips in nervousness. He was considering the possibilities after this. That this will not happen again and he will be fine with that. All right maybe not fine but he’ll do it. He’ll move on.



But I did not know if I will. “What about your Mother Harry…” I croaked. “Can you move on knowing that your Mother will be hurt if she ever found out about this?” I stared deep into his eyes. Seeing the flicker of disappointment rising in the surface.



He sighed, but did not move. “She won’t find out Papa, I’ll promise. I love you too much for that”



I closed my eyes. Hearing those words once again. I cringed inwardly. But not in the way you might think. It was wrong, completely and utterly wrong and…



I wanted this too. I was sick to want this, to want this from a boy I think of as my own son. But I could not stop myself from nodding. “Just this one night-” I stopped myself from saying son. Or else I’ll even feel more disgusted with myself even more then.



I heard Harry breathed out nervously then felt his lips against mine.



And I knew I was doomed. I knew this one night would not be enough, but it had to be.



Harry pushed me onto my back in earnest, still not breaking the contact of our kiss, climbing on top of me, digging his smaller hands into my hair.



I was still in shock, so shocked that I did not even dare to move any limb that I possessed. Not even my lips. I did not know what to do. My mind was screaming at me ‘no no no!’ Yet my heart and body was singing to me ‘yes yes yes!’



It felt so good yet it was wrong for me to do this. To want and yearn this from my fifteen year old son. Yes he is my son, a son who’s Mother I am married to! The same Mother whose down the hall outside that bedroom. Sleeping, unknowing the acts that I was about to do with our son.



A son whom I only wished happiness for. So was it wrong?



Harry broke the stiff kiss. I still did not kiss him. It would make it all to real even more. He opened his bottle green eyes to look at me. He swallowed nervously, placing his fingertips against my lips timidly. Never breaking eye contact. “Why are you doing this to me Papa…? Why are you making my love for you feel so wrong even more?” He whispered. “I love you…” He choked. “I want to show you that I love you, please Papa…Why won’t you let me love for only this night? And why won’t you love me Papa?”



He bit his lip, holding his tears back from falling. “I do love you, Raven just…” Now I swallowed my next words. I could not tell him how I felt. Even then I was not even sure about my true feelings. “Not like the way you want me to son…” my last words tasted foul on my tongue.



He whimpered slightly. Letting his tears fall freely, yet still not moving his eyes away from me. “Then do this for me as a Father to me…Love me as any Father would do for their son…”



Despite the situation I smiled grimly. “I don’t think any Father would do this to their son…”



He took a shaky breath. “No…they’ll probably won’t. But Fathers want their children to be happy…for just one night…Let me be happy Papa, I want my happiness only from you…”



My eyes widened in shock and I was sure my pupils dilated. Everything in my mind went completely blank except hearing the word ‘happiness’ over and over again. It’s what I wanted for him, and right then, he wanted it too. I reached up both of my hands slowly and placed it both the sides of his face. Seeing how young and small he was when he fit into my larger, life-roughened hands. I still did not lose my focus on the situation. I wiped his tears with my thumbs. “That’s all I want son. Your happiness and if this will make you happy, if only this night… so be it. I’ll promise you will not forget this night.”



And I kept my promise.



I placed my lips against his, hearing his long moan. I broke it quickly. “Not too loud Harry, we can’t risk it” And I placed my mouth onto his once again. Parting my lips ever so slightly to lick his lips for entrance. He gladly accepted the hot muscle into his warm, soft yet firm mouth.



I enjoyed that night, even it was sick of me to do so. It had been so long since I had felt another male under my touch, and it was so good, so pleasurable, so firm, toned, yet soft and warm due to youth.



I moved one of my hands to take hold of his hip to caress the skin ever so gently, rubbing the small hollow just on the inside of his hipbone. I broke the kiss, Harry giving a slight whimper by the loss of contact yet moaned deliciously once again when I started to trail feathery kisses over his smooth neck and collarbone.



“Yes!” He gasped out when I started to nip and suckle on the spot where his pulse was located.



Nipping and sucking at the redden skin, I gently rolled around until my Raven was underneath me. Having the damnable excitement washing through me when the small gasps and mewls my son was giving as the result.



I gripped the bed sheet at the side with my free hand. Trying not to think that I was making love to my son. That he was not really my son, but it was all in vain.



“More Papa…”



I took even a tighter hold of the sheet. Trying not to think that I was enjoying the quiet mewling noises my son was giving.



Soon I felt hands pulling at my vest. I gave one final nip at the love bite, kneeling slightly upwards to take off the vest slowly. Seeing that Harry was transfixed at my movements. I ducked down to mesh my lips with his. His mouth already open to accept me, the slow kiss became more passionate, more needy. My sensitive ears more in tuned on hearing the wet noises our tongues and mouths was producing. Feeling his fingernails digging into my back, bringing me closer until we were chest to chest. Letting out small gasps to take in any air we could until it was swallowed up once again with our mouths.



Giving one final suck at his swollen ruby red bottom lip, I traced my mouth to kiss and lick every curve of his neck until I mapped down to pause at his chest. Taking in one nipple into my hot mouth I gave it a hard suck. Making Harry groan in pleasure, hearing the slight low rumble of his voice. Licking and twirling my tongue afterwards over the even more sensitive nipple. Soothing away any pain I had caused. After a moment I went to do the same treatment over the second nipple as I did to the first. This time not did just Harry groan, he scraped his fingernails onto my back, making me grip his slim waist in surprise.



To my astonishment I moaned in pleasure. Feeling the slight tingle of my scraped skin. “Yes Papa!” He whispered. Bring me out of my shock that I could moan and even feeling my cock aroused by this ungodly act with my son.



I continued to map down his torso, my hands trailing the sides of his supple and soft body. Dipping my tongue into his small bellybutton, swirling it around gently to hear the slight giggle of my Raven. My hands placed at his smaller hips, planting the last few soft kisses underneath his bellybutton.



I placed my hands on the waistband of his boxers. I looked up to see the fire, the need in those emerald green eyes. The look of longing yet the hint of fear in his eyes. I thought he had second thoughts, and it made me a little disappointed deep down even though I did not show it.



“Do you want this Raven?…You can still back down” I held his eyes with mine and stoked the soft skin firmly with my thumb.



He nodded slowly yet firmly. “Yes, I want this”



I breathed out low. In relief I did not know at the time. I tried not to pay any attention except to make this night memorable for my Harry.



I dug my fingers under his waistband and pulled it down slowly yet swiftly, lifting up his hips so the boxers came off completely. Once that was done, I could not help but look at my son.



His smooth pale complexion, his red swollen lips with an equally swollen red love bite. His bottle green eyes standing out even more than his bird nest of his hair and his hardened cock. Slim though lightly layered with youth tonnes. His member was an average size for his age, though a little thicker than normal. Dusted lightly with black curls. Though his body size was so much smaller compare to mine, so small, so young…



Yet so…”Beautiful…” I whispered. He was truly though. Even I could not denied that, even it was wrong for me to point it out loud but…He was.



He blushed deeply. Making me hate myself even more of being aware of his age.



I dug my fingers to place my fingers under my waistband of the bottoms I was left wearing. I bent down halfway to slip it off completely. Once that was done I kneeled between my son’s legs. Harry was staring wide eyed on the hard piece of flesh that would soon enough be inside of him.



I went to bend down until he placed a hand on my chest to stop me from going further. I looked deep into his lusted eyes, trying to see any signs that he wanted to stop this. Though what I was about to hear was the complete opposite.



“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this to happen?” He whispered, though more to himself than me since he was following the movements of his probing hand. Tracing his fingertips lightly over every curve of my muscles. “How I keep dreaming you like this over and over again…Kneeling there…Ready to make me yours…” He drew his bottom lip with his teeth. “Ready to love me…Ready to fuck me…To take me completely and wholly…” He went down to my erected member, trailing along the thick pulsing vain. Making me hiss in pleasure, though still not looking away from my Raven. “Hearing you breathe heavily in my ear…” He smiled sadly. “Though you also whisper words of love along with it…I guess you won‘t be doing that tonight, not to me anyways ” He closed his eyes, most probably trying to hold down his emotions.



I bit my lip. Furrowing my eyebrows lightly together. I did not how to answer those questions, I did not even know if those questions were spoken to me. I too also closed my eyes. I was already in far too deep to even pull myself out. Still remembering that I made the promise to make him happy in this night.



I sighed. Slowly opening up my eyes. Focusing on my son. “But I do love you son…” I whispered into the silenced room. “I’m here aren’t I?” I placed my hand under his chin, bending down so my face was just mere inches apart from my son’s. Putting all of my weight onto my other arm. Making sure I gave no discomfort to my Raven.



Now he placed his roaming hand onto my cheek. “Yes you are here Papa…But only because I had asked you to…”



I gave him a slow chaste kiss. “Love is still love Raven. I’m here tonight to love you, not to fuck you…” Another chaste kiss. “I’m not anywhere else, I’m here with you Harry, here to love you, right now…” One more kiss. “Don’t think anymore son, just feel of the love I will show you tonight…”



It sounded wrong. It was wrong but Harry asked to be loved by me in that night, and by all means I will love him like no other in that night.



I trailed along down his smooth chest and torso, until I had stopped at his groin. I purposely did not touch it, just my face hovering above the arousal. I tucked one of my arms under his leg, placing a soft kiss on his inner thigh, then breathed out hot air over his hard length. Hearing his whimper and watching his cock twitch, I stuck out my tongue to trail ever so lightly on his vain.



The whimper becoming louder and frustrated. “Need more…!”



I could not help but smirk at his impatience. I kept on trailing along his cock with the tip of my tongue, ignoring my son’s protest. Swiping on the slit to taste the pre-come. Once he started to thrust his hips to feel more friction I took pity on him. I kissed the head of his cock briefly, then took him whole into my hot, wet mouth until I was at the hilt. Hearing my Raven’s intake of a surprised gasp, then the involuntary thrust of hips. I took a tighter hold of his leg and placed my hand onto his hip. Making sure he could not thrust. Starting to bob up and down with a tight suction of my mouth. Swirling the tip with my tongue, briefly giving a light suck before I plunder back down.



“Yes Papa!” He said with an intake of breath.



I tried to ignore the word ‘Papa’. I did not need to be reminded of how wrong this was, but I let him to do whatever he wanted, it was his night and his night alone.



I let my fingers travel along his sack. Rubbing and rolling it gently while sucking my Raven off. He was moaning and groaning deeply under my ministrations. I could hear the hitch of his breath, feeling the balls beginning to tighten.



Surprisingly he grasped my head gently. “No…”He whispered. I looked at his deeply flushed face curiously. “I don’t want to come like that…” He breathed a little breathless. “I want you inside of me when I come…” He gulped.



I licked my lips, the swallowed. I nodded. “As you wish but…Have you got something for…?” Now I felt my face flushed slightly.



But I was glad he did not notice, he just bent down over the side of the bed to reach something under it. Once he found it he placed it in front of me. A tube of lubricant and a small box of condoms.



I was a little surprised but…Then I started to wonder if Harry done this before. Thinking once again Harry with someone else I felt the tell-tale sign of anger rising inside of me. I took a deep calm breath to stop myself. I did not want to ruin this night for Harry.



“Lay down on the bed Harry…” And he did.



I ripped open one of the condoms and placed it on my length. I was above average in length and width so it did surprise me that the condom fit perfectly well, since Harry was not the same size as me by far. I raised an eyebrow at that but did not question him.



Although he did answer my silent question anyway. “Remember? I was thinking about this all day and…Well…I did see you naked…Before…” He mumbled the last part.



I resisted the urge to say ’Oh’. I pulled his legs apart further, seeing that blush creeping along his cheeks to make him look even more flustered.



I grasped the tube to generously coat three of my fingers. Placing the tube at a side I leaned forward on my other hand. Watching the emotions playing along on my son’s features. Hearing the slight mewls once I began to rub tentative circles around his entrance before I slipped one coated finger inside slowly, gently but firmly until I was all the way in.



Hearing the hitches in his breaths I did not pull out but asked for his well being. “Are you alright? Want me to stop?”



He looked straight into my eyes with determination. “No, don’t ever stop Papa…I want this so much, need you so much so don’t you dare stop this”



If the situation was different I would of laughed seeing my son threatening me, but its not different. And I did not laugh nor stop.



Feeling the muscle giving in a little bit more to my intrusion, I began to slowly thrust trying not to hurt my Raven. A moment of that Harry began to softly moan once again and push back, so I slipped in the second coated finger thrusting it along with my first. Causing the muscles in his jaw to clench but still no words being uttered to stop my movements. Another moment and my last lubricated finger joined along inside my boy.



Harry winced by the act, clenching around my fingers so I stopped. “You need to relax Harry, or else it will just hurt more and I will not be able to do more…”



He closed his eyes taking deep slow breaths. “It just feels…well uncomfortable and it hurts…”



I looked at him confusingly. Thinking to myself ‘Has he done this before?’ So I asked. “Harry have you ever…done anything like this before?…”



He tightened his lip but then soon began to take breaths again. Licking his ruby red swollen lips slowly. “Kinda…”



I just arched an eyebrow at that, but with Harry’s eyes closed he did not see my silent question. “What do you mean Harry?”



He gulped. “Does it matter Papa?…I mean its not really important…”



I sighed. I know it was not but…I wanted to know if Harry shared a bed with anyone else. I clenched my jaw slightly thinking back on my thoughts previously once again. I shook my thoughts away. Thinking about it now though…I was most probably denying it beyond a Father and son relationship. And I was. “No son, it doesn’t but, I would like to know…” I rubbed inside his hot sensitive walls, causing a shivering gasp from his lips. So I began to move my fingers once again, now slowly scissoring to stretch his insides even more.



Harry bit his lip, giving me a soft muffled cry. He licked his lips again and began to whisper. “I done some things like oral and stuff but not…this…I was about to one time but I stopped, I want you to be my…” He drew his bottom lip with his white pearl teeth. “ …first”



I was about to blurt out ‘Who’ but I stopped myself upon hearing ‘first’.



First. I was his first. He was a virgin and I took his virginity. His Father. Me. Took. My. Son’s. Virginity.



I felt sick with myself even more but in some sick twisted way, deep down…I was glad.



I placed my lips onto of his, drawing out my fingers. The kiss was quickly becoming heated, his hands burrowing into my hair. I reached down with my gelled hand and grasped his almost deflated cock, but soon it sprang back to life when I gave it firm smooth tugs with the help of the left over lubricant. I kneeled on my knees, gently breaking the kiss. Taking hold of the tube I squirted a good amount on to my hand. Throwing it to the floor I coated my cock liberally. Holding back the hiss of pleasure I made sure it was covered completely. Reminding myself that it was his first time and I did not want to hurt him in anyway if I could help it.



When I was done with that I placed my member at his stretched entrance. I pushed forward, seeing the cringe of pain on his face I stopped. “No! don’t stop!” He whispered harshly. I began my movements again, pushing away inside inch by achingly slow inch. Feeling the tight walls around my sex, making me grunt at the pleasure it was causing. I leaned onto my hand, gripping his hip tightly with my other, still not stopping.



My eyes never wavered from the sight of Harry. His head thrown back, a soft cry mewling out.



It was wrong. Fuck, how many times had I thought about with just that three little words. But it was, it was disgustingly wrong. And I still did not stop because this is what my son wanted from me. And it just made it worse since it felt so good. I was sick. A sick basted who was fucking his own son upon his own son’s request. So it should not have felt this fucking good. Feeling the hot, tight muscle clenching around my dick. The pleasure running through my nerves. I was now deep inside him, burrowed right to the hilt. The contracting muscles clenching tightly, then loosening around me.



I bit my lip, trying not to move just yet. Trying not damage my son, but bloody hell it took all the control I possessed trying not thrust into that tight hot channel. I bit my lip harder and closed my eyes.



Soon after a moment I felt a soft hand cupping my cheek. Opening up my eyes I looked into the blazing green eyes. “I’m ready Papa…I’m ready for you to make me yours…”



And I did. I drew him into a deep kiss, more than just a night full of passion. I kissed him because I loved him. And if it was just that one night; I would show him and love him the way he wanted me to.



Once feeling Harry adjusted to my member I gave a few tentative thrusts, hearing and feeling the moan he gave into our kiss I started to thrust slowly.



More moans, slight breakage of the kiss for letting our gasps wash over our lips then we quickly released the passion between us.



“More!” He gasped out a little too loudly when I now began to stroke past his prostrate softly. Making him arch his back every time I hit his pleasure spot over and over again. “Yes!” He groaned while he wrapped his arms around my neck. Bringing me closer in contact, and making me lean against the sides of my forearms. My leverage back in place, my pace gradually increased with my thrusts becoming more powerful every moment going by.



“Keep it quiet Harry” I buried my head between his neck and shoulder. Never slowing and just concentrating the pleasure I was giving and receiving. I could feel him opening up for me, letting me in deeper.



Harry tightened his legs around my waist, locking his ankles at the small of my back. Whispering in between shivering gasps and hitched moans into my ear. “This is…love this…so much…Papa…never stop…please, don’t…stop…love you…always…” I shifted into a different angle while thrusting and then I began to pound deeply into Harry unmercifully. I am still shamed to say that a thought of his mother crossed my mind at this moment. Lily, my petal, always needed much more time to be able to take all of me in. To have my little Raven wrapped around me completely in so many ways felt so good, I do not have any adequate words to describe it. “Yes! More…take me…I’m always…yours…just…”He arched his back in blinding pleasure from the prostrate with my well aimed pounding. “Yours!…no one…else’s Papa…always…”



I kissed him once again, never stopping the pleasure. I could not take anymore of his words, it was reminding me too much of what I was doing. At that thought, regardless at what I was doing, it felt good to hear him say those words. Yes it felt wrong but at that moment it felt good to know he was mine. He was my son.



Moments felt years by our activities. Having a good amount of sweat covering our bodies, our hairs sticking slightly to our foreheads. Hearing the hitches more in his deep breathing. “Ye-ess” And the tightening around my cock I knew he was reaching his peak, and feeling the slight tingle at my sack I knew I was soon to come. I deepened my thrusts even further, ramming into his soft small body much harder than I though it possible for him to withstand. His face was burrowed in my neck and his fingers digging into my skin every time I hit the top of his anal cavity. I was as deep in as I could go.



I reached down between us to grasp Harry’s cock, stroking it in time with my thrusts. The hitches in his breathing was joined by soft cries, but it soon was muffled with my kiss again. I could not risk anything, special at that moment. My stroking becoming more firmer and my grip tighter, giving every ounce of energy I had left.. The slapping of our wet skin more apparent. My own withheld moans and groans joining in.



Harry tightened his hold around my neck even more, throwing his head back and arching his back. Hitching out ‘Papa’ in a long strained voice. His seed spilling out of his cock , his arse clenching around my member with every pulse of his come splashing onto his stomach. He is breathless and trembling beneath me. His legs were still wrapped tightly around me.



Letting go of his cock, I levelled myself with both of my hands and drew the energy from god knows where and fucked my son ruthlessly into the mattress. And as I was fucking him hard, I knew this was my sin. A wrong, disgusting, lovely, beautiful sin.



And as I was coming within my son I knew it was just the beginning of this whole thing.