**Title: A Son’s Submission**

The air between us was thick with tension, heavier than the silence in the house. I’d been watching him for months—my son, his softness, the way his hips swayed just slightly when he walked, the way his lips parted when he was nervous. He was always nervous around me these days, ever since I’d started dressing him differently. Silk panties beneath his jeans, thin lace bralettes that made his barely-there chest look delicate. He fought it at first, but I knew he liked it. The way his breath hitched when I told him how pretty he looked.

Tonight, I’d pushed him further. A short, tight dress, something a girl would wear on a date, clinging to his slender frame. He stood in front of me now, fidgeting, his cheeks flushed. “D-Dad…” he stammered, but I cut him off with a sharp snap of my fingers.

“You call me *Sir* in this room,” I growled, watching his throat bob as he swallowed hard. His fingers twisted in the hem of the dress, lifting it just enough to expose the lace panties I’d bought for him.

“Good,” I murmured. “You look perfect.”

His breath was coming fast, his lips trembling. I grabbed his chin, forcing his head up. “You like this, don’t you? Being my pretty little thing?”

He whimpered, his thighs pressing together—but I could see the bulge tenting his panties. It made my cock throb.

“On the bed,” I ordered.

He hesitated, just for a second, his eyes wide and unsure. But then he obeyed, crawling onto the mattress like a fucking kitten, his ass lifted just slightly. My fingers dug into his hips as I yanked the panties down, exposing his tight little hole. He was already slick—I’d made sure of that earlier, working a lubed finger into him while he squirmed beneath me. But one finger wasn’t enough.

I spit onto his hole, watching the saliva drip down between his cheeks. He gasped, his fingers clawing at the sheets as I pressed my thumb against him, circling the tight ring of muscle. “Oh fuck—Sir, please—”

“Shut up,” I growled. “You don’t get to beg.”

I pushed my thumb in, just the tip, and he cried out, his back arching. His body was so warm, so tight, clamping down around me. I twisted my hand, dragging a ragged moan from his throat as I worked him open.

“You take it so well,” I muttered, sliding a second finger in alongside the first, stretching him wide. His cock was dripping now, trapped between his belly and the mattress, smearing precum on the sheets.

I didn’t give him time to adjust. I pulled my fingers out and lined up my cock, the thick head nudging against his hole.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you now,” I whispered.

Then I shoved inside.

He screamed—high and desperate—his nails digging into the mattress as his body fought to take me. I didn’t stop, didn’t give him a second to breathe. I buried myself to the hilt, his ass clenching around me like a vise.

“Fuck, fuck, *fuck*—!” he sobbed, shaking beneath me.

I grabbed his hips, pulling him back onto my cock with every brutal thrust. His hole was so tight, so fucking hot, squeezing me like he never wanted me to leave.

“You love this,” I snarled, slamming into him harder. “Love being Daddy’s little slut, don’t you?”

He couldn’t even answer—just whined, his voice breaking as I pounded into him. I reached around, squeezing his cock, his body jerking as he came untouched, his ass pulsing around me.

That was all it took. I groaned, my hips snapping forward one last time as I emptied myself deep inside him, filling him up.

When I pulled out, he collapsed onto the bed, trembling, his hole still twitching, dripping with my cum.

I leaned down, kissing the back of his neck.

“Good boy.”