Caught In The Act?

"I see he doesn't like strangers. You can take him to the mall and buy him more snacks," the officer said pitifully as she stared at the father and son who was clearly giving his father a hard time. She could only hope that the father had a way to make this better.

"Thank you officer… ticket please so I can pay," Yoongi said as he sat Jiminie's mouth back on his dick, earning a moan from his son, something that Yoongi covered instantly with a loud groan as he looked around for his wallet. 

He already knew that the officer wouldn't give him a ticket and if he was being honest, he wasn't sure where his wallet was. He had thrown it sometimes when he had started fucking into his son. He didn't know if he could find it right now. So, he was counting on the officer to have pity on him, and sure enough, she did.

"Oh, don't worry about that. Just go buy him some snacks," the officer said, before wishing Yoongi a good day. Oh, she had something for him, but hey, maybe there was a way around this, right?

"Bless you, officer. Thank you once again," Yoongi said to the officer who just mildly smiled at him, clearly wishing him all the best. But then how was that possible when Yoongi was already having the time of his life thrusting into his son with every move I had been making in an attempt to find his apparently missing wallet? This was heaven and Min Yoongi was right in it.

"You did well, Jiminie. You did really well," Yoongi said to his son, who had fallen back asleep. Yoongi then sat his son on his lap, with his cunt swallowing Yoongi's thick and long girth. The boy looked so comfortable and with the way he was clutching his father's dick, it was obvious that it was also a little heaven for Jiminie.

"Sleep, son. I'll wake you up later," Yoongi said as she started the engine. He wasn't sure where he was driving to today, because he was still hungry for his son and he couldn't exactly go with him home like this. 

His wife would question the red eyes her son was having and even the marks of Jiminie's neck and body. Those were things Yoongi wasn't in the mood to explain shit to him. However, perhaps he would find a way to explain them because his phone rang, and it was his wife calling. 

Composing himself, Yoongi answered the call, hoping to the gods that this wasn't going to be a long call, because honestly, he wasn't sure what he would say and how long he would hold on. However, the phone stopped raining. Soon after, there was a voicemail that got Yoongi even more excited to go home now.

"Are you guys still at work? I came by and didn't find you, I wanted to tell you that I will be home late from the women's convention. I packed lunch and left it at the gate with the watchman. The both of you need to eat. And I prepared food back home too. If I'm late, please give Jiminie a shower and put him to bed for me. I love you," Yoongi's wife said and Yoongi let out a sigh of relief. He had been considering going to the mall, but now he didn't have to. He just had to drive home and keep fucking his son.

Excited, Yoongi drove home with his son still seated on him, warming his cock. With every step in the accelerator, and gear change, Yoongi felt his dick harden even more. It was painful. He was tempted to park on the roadside and fuck the cunt that was griping him so hard, but then he had to be patient. He needed to prepare himself well, so he went home.

When he got to their driveway, he wanted to walk out with his son on him, but his pants had gone down and he was worried the neighbors would see him and tell his wife.. That shit would land him in jail and he would lose his wife, not to mention the cunt he had grown so addicted to. So this was just not something he would take lightly.

"Jiminie, we are home, so. Daddy needs to buckle his pants so the neighbors don't see the dick meant for you," Yoongi said, waking his son up. Most people were always woken up to eat or shower innocently and yet Yoongi was waking his son with the mention of the neighbors and his dick. It was something that Yoongi had learned Jiminie hated. He hated the fact that someone would be getting fucked by his dad. Jiminie was five, and yet even then he was jealous that has after slept with his mother in the same room. 

Most days, Jiminie would intentionally sleep between his parents just to make sure his daddy didn't fuck his mommy and it always worked on some days. On other days, when Yoongi was mad at Jiminie for causing trouble, he would fuck his wife while Jiminie pretended to be asleep right there in the same bed with them. Yoongi would then fuck his wife so hard, rough, and passionately that they would moan in sync, and Jiminie would be laying on the side of the bed, listening to his daddy fuck his mommy senseless. 

Of course, Jiminie always got turned on because he chose to imagine he was the one being fucked by his daddy, and by morning, he was covered in his slick. His mother never thought anything of it, because she assumed that it was normal for boys with pussy, just like boys with dicks always woke up with hard dicks. If only she knew that her son was jealous of her getting railed senselessly by her dear husband, the same one who loved their son's cunt more than hers, but then it wasn't like she would find out, right?

"Yes, Daddy," Jiminie whined as his father pulled out of him, the emptiness making the boy groan in desperation, but then compared to the opinions he currently had, Jiminie knew he had to let his father dress up. Yoongi then dressed up too, cleaning up all the blood stains on him and his sweet son. Pleased with how clean they both were, Yoongi carried his son on his lap again, this time, he had let his dick out, and had not put Jiminie's panties back under his skirt, so the boy was still naked.

"Keep warming daddy's cock until we get to bed, sweetie. Can you do that without letting out a sound?" Yoongi asked the sinful question like it was just a normal once but then it wasn't like his son didn't have the appetite for this Jiminie had a strong desire for his father so they were both to be blamed for this anyway.

"Ngh," Jiminie groaned and nodded in agreement as his father stepped out with his dick in Jiminie's cunt. The shawl that he had been using earlier was still covering them and wouldn't raise any questions, after all. Yoongi had always seen Jiminie's mother carry him like this when he was asleep. So, the neighbors would simply assume that this was normal for them.

When they got to the house, Yoongi turned the door open, something that he had expected.

As if that wasn't enough, his wife was back home, and the convention or whatever the fuck meeting she had told Yoongi she would go to, was happening right here, in their house. Yoongi's wife had never lied to him, she couldn't fault her for this, but then, how would the father explain the dick inside his son's cunt?

"Oh yeobo, you're here. The place we were to go to was filled so I decided to hold them here since our home is bigger and better. Is Jiminie sleeping?" his wife asked and Yoongi stared at his wife, unsure of what he was supposed to say especially when Jiminie's cunt was clenched on his cock from fear that they had been caught. Jiminie wanted to turn and look into his mother's eyes so he could tell her he was getting fucked better than her, but he couldn't. So, he clenched around his daddy's girth, making Yoongi groan.

"Ah yeah. I should get him to bed and come back soon. I suffered today," Yoongi said and his wife stared at him sadly. He could see how Yoongi's hair was messy, not to mention the stickers on his face and his shirt that was disheveled, he looked like he had had the ultimate daddy's day out with his son. So, his wife found no issue with that and she just chuckled.

"You love each other. Go on, both of you get some rest. I'll take care of things here. If you need me, just let me know sweetheart," Yoongi's wife said to Yoongi as she kissed him on the lips, the same lips that had kissed Jiminie right before the father and son fucked and were still fucking to this point even with the visitors around.

"Have fun, yeobo. Don't worry about us," Yoongi said as he bowed at the first sign in his house, before he went to Jiminie's room. He was about to lay Jiminie on the bed when his wife rushed in after him, worry and concern on her face. 

"Yeobo," Yoongi's wife said and the blood drained from Yoongi's face.