I Can Be Your Fantasy 1/5
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Burt/Kurt
Spoilers: S1 AU
Warnings: Incest, bp!Kurt, Daddy!Kink, Dub-con, Somnophilia, Slut Shaming, Cross Dressing, Seduction.
Summary: A Hummelcest tale I wrote for a GKM prompt HERE. Kurt’s sixteenth birthday is approaching and his boypussy is aflame with the need for his daddy to fill him up. After finding out his daddy’s type, thanks to the careless stashing of porn, Kurt dresses up in lingerie to seduce him.
A/N: Where most of the lingerie is mentioned, there’s a link to show you what I’m referring to. I know I’m sometimes too wordy and I didn’t want detailed descriptions of underwear etc to clutter up the smut. Y’know, because that’s why we’re all here after all. :) Um, and I wouldn’t recommend opening the links up while you’re at work or in public unless you’re ok with some large photos of women’s lingerie popping up on your screen.
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“Can you help me change me flat?” a tanned perky blonde girl in pigtails asks the beefy mechanic in partially unzipped overalls, showing off a sweaty chest.
“Sure,” he says, bending down to take a closer look at the tire. “Can ya pass me that tire iron over there?”
“Oh, okay,” she says bending over, her flared school mini-skirt flashes a pair of sheer pink panties stretched over her squeezable ass, as she retrieves the item.
“Ah, here’s the culprit. See?” he gestures to a nail embedded in the rubber.
“Oh, wow,” the brunette gasps as she bends forward to take a closer look, handing off the tire-iron.
As she’s bent towards him, the greasy mechanic gets a great view of her tits pushed up in a tiny mint green and pink checkered bra as he spies down her white school blouse.
She giggles as she realizes what he’s doing. “So it seems I’ve already been nailed today,” she gushes, dragging down his overall’s zipper slowly. “It was my first time and it hasn’t been as satisfying as I thought it would be,” she says pouting. “Maybe you can help me out with that?”
“You betcha,” he grunts, as her hand wraps around his long hard cock. “Oh, you have such soft hands. Yeah, that’s it. Stroke it like that, girl.”
“Oh, your hands are so greasy. Are you gonna get me all dirty?” she says coyly as he stands up and palms a tiny tit in one hand.
“You have no idea, little missy,” he grins, ripping her blouse from her shoulders, buttons popping and springing across the workshop floor.
She groans as he slides her bra up over her breasts and tweaks a nipple. “You know something? You’re such a pretty little thing,” the mechanic mutters as he leans in to tongue kiss her.
Kurt skips the video ahead. Although he can admire the pretty bra, he really doesn’t need to see the breasts. They’re not something he has and not something he wants. He clicks play once more only to see the school-girl on her knees in front of the mechanic, sucking his cock for all she’s worth.
“There you go, sweetie. Gag on it some more. Oh, that’s a good girl!” the mechanic moans. “So beautiful with my cock in your mouth. Oh yeah, get my dick wet, go baby.”
Kurt squirms in the chair as he watches the saved video on his dad’s computer.
“Look at that itty bitty titty,” the porn star groaned, making Kurt fast forward the video again, stopping only when he sees the grinning girl kneeling over the mechanic’s face, his tongue buried in her snatch.
“Such a pretty pussy,” the guy groans as he slurps his tongue along her slick lips. The brunette writhes on the guy’s face, high pitched whines escalating in volume.
Kurt’s quick to turn the sound down as the actress seems ready to launch into outer space while she rides her partner’s tongue. Glancing up through the office window, he spots his Dad walking his way across the garage and he hits pause on the movie before clicking on another window immediately.
“Hey, kiddo,” Burt says, popping his head around the door, “I’m just gonna finish up this oil change and then we can head home, ‘kay?”
“Sure, Dad.”
As soon as the door closes, Kurt pulls the video up again, clicks play and the girl’s pigtails are flying as she bounces on the mechanic’s flushed pick cock.
“Oh, baby girl, you’re gonna make me cum,” he grunts as he pulls her hips down to meet his thrusts before suddenly pulling out and spraying cum all over her vulva. The camera zooms in as it drips down over her puffy used pussy. The mechanic’s thumb spreads the gooey cum across her clit as he massages her to climax.
It twists something inside Kurt, watching a man’s hand very much like his father’s plunge two fat fingers into the sticky mess of a pussy that looks a lot like his. He closes his eyes for a second, listening to the girl gasp while being fingered, imagining that the squelch was his own juices and the soft grunting coming from the speakers was his father. It’s been weeks and weeks that he’s been imagining his father taking him like this. Rationally, he knows it’s wrong but it hasn’t stopped the burning desire inside him to be fucked by his daddy.
***
Burt watches as his teenage son practically skips across the workshop while the guys pack up, ready to head home. His gaze flits between Kurt and his newest employee, Mark, the 28 year old brawny blond that’s been spending just a little too much time watching his son while he’s been at the shop this past week. Burt’s eyes narrow as he sees Mark approach Kurt, knocking shoulders with him, flirting unashamedly. Even from here, Burt can see his son is only being friendly, not comprehending that a grown man finds him attractive and that if Mark had his way he’d be fucking Kurt over the lunchroom table in a nanosecond.
He sighs before heading over to intervene and get his kid in the car before his fifteen year old son is propositioned by a man almost twice his age, a man who doesn’t know just how special his boy is. Burt knows the day for ‘the talk’ is coming soon but he’s thankful that his boy’s sexual awareness has been slower to develop than some of his friend’s kids. Although, he had already managed to walk in on his son masturbating a month ago, almost getting to the bottom of the stairs before he’d realized that Kurt’s hand was buried between his legs as he writhed on the bed, tangled in sheets, his eyes clamped shut. Thankfully he’d managed to get back up the stairs without being seen but it had instilled the need to knock on his kid’s door or make as much noise as possible coming down the stairs every time since that afternoon.
“Hey Kurt, you ready, bud?”
“Yes! ‘Bye Mark,” Kurt grins and waves at the other man as his father’s hand lands on his shoulder and steers him towards their car.
“So have you figured out who you’re inviting to your birthday party, kiddo?”
“Almost. I just need to decide whether or not to invite the new kids that joined glee club. I’m not sure they’ll be able take a fabulous Sweet Sixteen party led by yours truly.”
Burt chuckles and wonders fondly how many other fathers have a son who refers to their birthday party as a Sweet Sixteen. He wraps an arm around his son’s shoulders and smiles at how his baby boy might react to his birthday gift, a new sleek black Lincoln Navigator, as they head out of the shop.
***
Kurt waves his father off at the front door, telling him to enjoy himself at the neighbor’s poker game, before he plonks himself in his dad’s chair and looks for the remote to watch some trashy TV. After looking fruitlessly in all the obvious places, he shoves a hand down the side of the chair. However, what he comes up with is not the remote but a magazine. One of those magazines.
He stands up, lifts the cushion only to find three more porn magazines and, of course, the missing remote. Tossing the remote aside, he collects the publications, resettles the cushion and takes a seat to consider the latest stash of naughtiness that his dad has hidden in plain sight.
Kurt’s hesitance to watch or search for his own sources of stimulation stems from the fact that there seems to be little out there that marries up with his unique physique or sensibility and the few times he’s actually talked himself into watching a video or two, he was horrified at what he saw. He clicked one link because it raved about a burly older guy but that was a mistake because the ‘daddy’ was busy whipping a chained up and gagged muscle bound guy until he’d screamed. He still flinches when he thinks about it too hard and his recently discovered daddy kink had been put on ice for a while after that.
Feeling brave another day, and in an effort to learn more about his own anatomy, he even tried to make it through a heterosexual movie that one of the guys in glee club had touted on Twitter as ‘super hot’. Once he’d managed to stop laughing over the cheesy dialogue between the ‘teacher and student’ and ignored the teacher’s inflated breasts, he had simply frowned in disgust as the weedy student had held the woman’s head down on his dick for a long while, making her gag and cough up stringy phlegm as her long red nails had dug into his thighs. The little snippets of video he’d skipped through had seemed to be mostly about the blowjob, with virtually no time spent on foreplay with the woman and then little guy had bent her over a desk and pounded into her while he squeezed his hands around her throat as she looked uncomfortable. All in all it had left a nasty taste in his mouth so he just hadn’t looked at another video since.
Well, except for that one he’d found stashed on his dad’s computer in the office earlier this week, which had surprised him simply because of its existence and that it had meant that his daddy had been jerking off to a young sexy schoolgirl getting pounded by a burly mechanic. The thought of his daddy’s hard, leaking cock alone had made him wet that day, but the possibly of it being thrust in his direction if he dressed up as helpless ingénue? Well, that had titillated Kurt to the point where he was plunging fingers inside himself on a nightly basis imagining they were his daddy’s instead.
Kurt’s sexual desires had been steadily simmering away for the past few months, barely quenched at his own hand as thoughts of an experienced, sexy older man that had somehow morphed into his daddy had thrilled him. But he hadn’t realised that his father had sexual needs too, needs that he had obviously been filling on his own as well, just with these cheap props.
He wonders again if there is a way they could both get what they wanted, possibly from each other, preferably with his daddy fucking the living daylights out of him. Could he be so daring as to offer his services? And would his daddy concede and give him the fucking that he so desperately needed?
Kurt bit his lip nervously. Daddy is stubborn and he doesn’t think he’ll cave in easily just to fuck an actual pussy, especially his son’s. But, he rationalizes, Daddy clearly hasn’t been getting any live action for years and he does love Kurt unconditionally. And he always finds it almost impossible to resist when his son begs him for something. Kurt smirks with satisfaction as he thinks of the four new McQueen scarves hanging in his closest, practically making his case for him. Yes, his daddy may well be stubborn but so is he and he always gets what he wants - one way or another.
Determined, he opens a magazine at random and starts to flick through the pages, not quite sure what he is looking for but hopeful that he can spot something that he can use to his advantage.
He flips past photos of a tousled blonde in a lacy white nightie laying on a sunlit bed with her legs splayed as a cowboy type leans over her, pulling up the hem, showing off her hairy muff and shining spilt lips. Another page had a long haired brunette on all fours and kissing yet another cowboy (who’s naked bar the hat, and Kurt can definitely appreciate his solid hairy chest). The cowboy has his hands up the back of the much younger girl’s short frilly white chemise, dipping a finger into her slit. A vision of himself and his daddy in this position bursts through his mind and he swallows hard before moving on.
Turning the page, a sweet looking cheerleader is sitting spread legged on the corner of her bed, pom pom in one hand and a finger hanging from her reddened mouth, looking coy. Her shirt’s been pushed up so that her boobs are hanging out, just like her naked pussy that’s peeking out from beneath her skirt. An older guy is standing off to the side, his erect cock in hand, pants on the floor and Kurt wonders if he can get his hands on a Cheerio’s uniform from school.
He drops the magazine before picking up another one that’s in much worse condition, some of the pages are creased and pretty battered, and there are a couple of suspicious stains on several pages that makes Kurt’s eyebrows shoot up. He flicks through to see which one seem to have had the most attention since, wow, April 1999. His dad sure holds onto his porn! He must really like whatever’s in this one.
Kurt smiles as he flicks to a particularly shabby set of pages which features another long haired blonde girl in a sheer pink baby doll top and matching panties lying on her stomach. A leg is hitched up, showing just a glimpse of her pussy behind the panties to tease. The next page is the same girl in a variety of poses lounging on the bed without the knickers, exposing her pussy for the world to see. Her pink cleft the only contrast to her tanned skin and it matches her blush coloured baby doll top. Kurt stops on the final double page of the photo spread, which has the girl pouting on all fours, looking back at the camera demurely, the sheer pink top framing her bare, leaking pussy that’s pointing directly to camera. Clearly his dad spent a lot of time looking at this one as the musty smell of sex wafts up from the watery marks on the page.
He flips through more pages with teens in wet t-shirts frolicking under a hose, a girl posing innocently yet nude under a men’s dress shirt, youthful girls undressing from their candy striper outfits until he finds the next set of rumpled pages which features teen ballerinas. The photo-set captures a practise with numerous flat-chested dancers in various tutus, petticoats and leg warmers before the photos follow them to the changing room, where different groups of sweet, innocent looking girls strip off and pose in various states of undress with each other, some massaging other girl’s breasts, some walking off naked to the showers with linked pinkies and bare bums bouncing, others leaning over one another to lick an uncovered pussy reclining on a bench.
Again, the final page of the spread is stained and Kurt realizes that his Dad must really like this setup. A girl, only dressed in her tutu, is on her knees in front of another naked teen with barely there buds of breasts, she has short auburn hair and blonde highlights in her swooping bangs and has her legs and pussy spread wide for the camera. What really jumps out at Kurt though is that the sprawling girl has the most piercing blue-gold eyes he’s ever seen on a woman that wasn’t his mother. He knows those eyes intimately; he sees them every time he looks in the mirror.
He stops browsing then, wondering if his dad had brought the magazine before or after his mother became ill that year, his own childhood memory fuzzy as to which month she was diagnosed. Regardless though, his dad definitely has a type; sweet, innocent girls in very sweet and pretty yet skimpy lingerie. He wonders then, and he has to pick up the discarded magazines to double check, that yes, all the stained and rumpled pages are of girls who fit that description and, yes, they all have stunning blue eyes of varying shades. The whispers of a plan form in his mind and he sits back to plot exactly how he’s going to get his father to fill him up with his cock.
Grinning, he jumps up and puts the magazines back as he found them, before dashing downstairs to find his laptop and his credit card.
Less than twenty minutes later he makes his first purchase, a remarkably similar baby doll nightie and panty set to the pink one he’d seen in the second magazine. It’s followed by closely by a tiny pink tutu and fishnets that he can pair with a too small t-shirt he has packed away in his closet, a sexy schoolgirl outfit and a couple of pairs of pretty white knickers and a lacy slip. He closes out of the screen having completed his transaction, feeling satisfied, just as his dad makes his way down the basement stairs.
“You still up, kiddo?”
“I’m just finishing up, Daddy,” he replies powering down the laptop. He hops up from the bed and goes to hug his father goodnight. “I was just doing a little shopping,” he says nonchalantly.
“Oh? I’m not gonna end up in the poorhouse, am I?”
Kurt smiles shyly. “Let’s just call it an early birthday present,” he says as he embraces his dad tightly.
“’Night, kiddo.”
“G’night, Daddy.”
***
Burt watches as his son climbs back on his bed in his navy pyjamas before he starts up the stairs and wonders just how much money his son had spent if he’s already resorted to calling him ‘Daddy’, trying to soften him up. He shakes his head with a smile as he heads to his own bed. That boy is going to be the death of him.
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Part 2