I Can Be Your Fantasy 2/5
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.
Go back to Part 1
***
Burt wanders into the kitchen early to grab a bagel and a coffee before heading into work. He hates working Saturdays, but the garage has been so busy lately so he has no choice but to head in along with the rest of his mechanics. What he isn’t expecting this morning is for the coffee maker to be already percolating and his son to be flipping pancakes at the stove in tiny, clingy black short shorts and a worn white t-shirt that is practically translucent and looks to be several sizes too small for him.
“Mornin’?”
“Oh, good morning, Daddy,” Kurt chirps.
“You’re up awful early, kiddo,” Burt says as he opens the cupboard to retrieve his coffee mug.
“Yeah, I thought I’d start on my new yoga routine this morning. Coach Sue says that I need to work on my flexibility if I want to be considered for the Cheerios. No, no Daddy. I’ll do it. You sit down, silly,” Kurt playfully slaps his father’s hand away from the coffee maker.
“Okay, okay,” Burt chuckles. “Cheerios? Aren’t they the cheerleaders at your school?”
“Uh huh.”
“You wanna be a cheerleader?”
“Mmm, I’m thinking about it but I’m not sure yet. I think Coach Sue wants me to wear the skirt and everything.”
Burt coughs quietly, “Oh, yeah?”
“You wouldn’t mind, would you Daddy?”
“Huh?”
“If I had to wear a skirt?”
“Uh, no, no. As long you were comfortable with it, kiddo. That’s all that matters.”
Kurt nods as he slides the plate with a stack of pancakes and a steaming cup of coffee onto the breakfast bar for his father.
“I’m just gonna do my routine over here. The light’s better in here than the living room.”
Burt barely has time to respond before Kurt’s pushing the small dining table and chairs out of the way at the other end of the kitchen. He watches as a yoga mat is rolled out and his son starts to limber up, before turning back and tucking into his breakfast.
***
Kurt works himself through an improvised routine knowing his father isn’t watching, until he hears the stool scrape as his dad gets up to put his dishes on the bench. Then he makes sure he’s bent over in the downward dog position, making his tiny school shorts from last year ride high, ass spilling out in his father’s direction when he calls out.
“Daddy?”
***
Burt spins around to see his baby boy’s creamy cheeks thrust up and exposed, jiggling at him.
“Can I go shopping today? Rachel’s birthday is coming up and I want to look for the perfect gift.”
Burt swallows hard; his gaze stuck on his son’s pert behind perched high, long legs quivering as he holds the position.
“Uh, is that the Asian one?”
“Nope, that’s Tina. Rachel is the one who wears all the animal sweaters.”
“Uh, um, o-kay,” Burt loses his train of thought as Kurt starts to wiggle his feet apart, while he’s still bent over, spreading his legs wide.
“Hey, Kurt? What does the Cheerio’s uniform look like?”
***
Kurt smiles to himself. Step one is complete. His daddy is picturing him in a short cheerleading skirt at this very moment and has definitely noticed his ass in these ridiculous shorts.
Chuckling to himself over the ingenuity of his plan, he ends up in several different stores later that morning as he looks for several specific items. He manages to find a sheer black robe with rose accents and matching g string, a short white lace robe, a sheer white top and ruffled panties, several ruffled thongs, more lacy boyshorts, pretty ruched knickers and a pair of fuller nude briefs that will accentuate his bottom perfectly and look fabulous under skinny jeans. And of course, he makes sure to buy Rachel a pair of fuzzy pink slippers with embroidered gold stars while he’s there, to keep his cover story intact. Then finally, he finds the perfect pair of pumps to match with the school girl outfit he ordered the night before.
Feeling completely satisfied, he realizes that he can finally ditch the boring cotton boys boxer briefs he’s been wearing forever and a day. The only time they’ll ever need to see the light of day again is when he has gym class and only briefly at that, as he’s usually the first one to dive into a bathroom stall to change.
Now he’s ready to set step two in motion.
***
Kurt sits on the couch, restless, as his father watches the game he’d taped earlier in the day.
“I’m gonna take a bath, Daddy.”
“Mm’kay”
“If I turn the jets on, it won’t be too loud will it? I don’t want to interrupt the game.”
“Nope. Knock yourself out, kiddo.”
“’Kay.”
***
Burt loses himself in the replay once Kurt walks out of the lounge. When a break comes, he heads to the fridge for another beer and hears the landline ringing.
“Hello?”
“Daddy, it’s me.”
“What the?”
Kurt laughs, “Sorry, I just needed to get your attention. I forgot to bring a towel in with me. Can you grab one when you have a minute please?”
“You forgot a towel but you remembered your phone?”
“Um, yes?”
Burt chuckles and shakes his head. “Can it wait for a bit? They’re just about to go into the final quarter.”
“Yeah, just whenever. Thanks, Daddy.”
***
Kurt lays in the warm water and debates whether or not to shave his legs before finally deciding against it, thankful that he’s not particularly hairy anyway, just as the timer on his phone goes off signalling the approximate end of the game. Turning off the jets, he double checks that all the candles are still burning and that the door is still ajar before he starts to tease himself, hopeful that he could time this just right.
Stretching his body out in the deep bath, Kurt’s feet and ankles pop out of the light layer of bubbles and he rests them on the porcelain. The rosy tips of his puffy nipples break the water’s surface, dipping in and out of the water with every breath he takes as he starts to slide his hands up his thighs. One hand lingers on his pussy, sliding between the swollen lips, finding his clit and slowly circling and softly pinching it before continuing to slide his fingers up and down, then in and out of his slippery pussy. His other hand slides up to his chest, where he squeezes a soft nub and then starts to roll the nipple between a thumb and finger. It hardens in the cool air. Pinching and flicking a nipple, his breathing quickens and his back arches, pushing his chest to break through the water.
But Kurt’s hungry for more, so he turns around to face his pussy to one of the spa jets along the side of the bath. Legs dangling askew over the side of the tub, eyes closed, he reaches over and turns on the jets.
They burst into life, rushing water tickling his thighs and cheeks. He eases his pussy onto the torrent of water and immediately starts to feel the heat rising in his body. Kurt’s body starts to tingle in anticipation and waves over pleasure ripple over him as the water buffets unrelentingly against his clit. His drawn out moaning drowns out the roar of the jets and suddenly his brain switches off and he’s running on auto-pilot as an explosion of pleasure rocks his body.
As he cools down from the orgasm, he pulls his legs back into the warm water and he just breathes for a moment, stroking a hand up and down a bicep. Sated, he turns off the jets and reaches for the bath plug, pulling it to send the water gurgling down the drain. Stepping out, he bends forward a little to wring water from his short hair before turning to look for his dad at the door but there’s no one there. The door though, is more open than it had been previously and that the towel has been dropped in a heap at the door instead of being tucked just inside or draped over the handle as he might have anticipated had he not been intent on putting a show on for his daddy. Plucking the towel from the floor, he hums happily as he dries himself off and heads back to his room.
***
Burt is hiding. He can’t believe it. He’s hiding from his fifteen year old son in his own darkened bedroom with a boner the size of the Chrysler Building after watching him masturbate in the bath. Okay, maybe not the size of the Chrysler Building but it sure feels like that. His dick has never been small by any measure but today he felt like he’s sporting a freakin’ baseball bat. He lets out a sigh as his head falls back against his bedroom wall with a thump. He’s gonna have to take care of this before he can go out there again.
With his eyes closed, visions of their bathroom aglow with candlelight springs to mind as the sweet spicy scent of the bubble bath Kurt had used still lingers in the air. The image of Kurt’s legs dangling freely, bubbles dripping off his toes and the soft smile on his face as he obviously enjoyed the pressure of the water jetting into his sweet baby pussy has Burt unzipping his fly and cupping his bulging dick. The slight squeeze does nothing to ease the pressure so he has to slip a hand into the gap of his boxers and pull his hard cock out of the hole. The cooler air clings to his heated cock as pre-cum seeps out steadily. He swipes his fingers over it to spread the fluid along his length as he takes up a firm grip and starts to push his heavy dick through his fist. His imagination keeps flashing him images of his boy’s face as his climax swept over him, his toes curling as the flush of coming crept across his skin.
Burt can’t hold off any longer, his own toes curling in his socks as he twists his hand on the down stroke and he bites into a balled up fist in order to stifle his groans as his climax crests and his cock spits cum up his shirt.
Slumping against the wall with droplets of cum trailing down his favourite flannel shirt, he huffs in amazement at the sheer force of his orgasm, simply putting it down to not having had a chance to jerk off lately rather than the sight of his son pleasuring his pussy.
Wiping himself clean, he changes into his pyjamas and heads back out to the hallway. He notices that the bathroom is now dark so he steps in to wash up quickly before heading back to resettle in his armchair.
He’s just starting to feel comfortable again when he catches a fleeting look at his son’s half naked body flitting past the lounge doorway. Burt frowns but doesn’t move, turning his attention back to the TV.
“I’m warming some milk. Would you like some, Daddy?” Kurt asks from the doorway.
“Sure, that’d be great, bud,” Burt replies, not turning around until he hears his son move away. He catches the barest of glimpses at Kurt’s backside covered in what looked like white see-through panties with ruffles across his bottom. That can’t be right...right?
Soon enough Kurt’s back, walking carefully with two mugs of warm milk clutched in his hands. This time Burt does do a double take as he realizes that his son’s wearing a sheer white off the shoulder tiny blouse and full panties with ruffles running past his pussy. Burt’s mouth drops open in shock as Kurt hands him his cup.
“Wha...?” Burt swallows and shakes his head. “What are you wearing?” he asks slightly incredulously.
“Oh, do you like it, Daddy?” Kurt asks as he does a slow spin, still holding his cup.
“I-I don’t underst...” Burt trails off, helpless to do anything but watch his son’s ass cheeks jiggle, trapped under the material.
“You don’t like it?” Kurt says quietly with a pout.
Burt’s eyes snap up to Kurt’s sad face. “Uh, I didn’t say that. But you gotta help me out here. I need to understand where you’re coming from, kid.”
“I just wanted to try something new, Daddy. You know fashion has no gender and it looked so comfortable and it’s so soft. Here, feel it,” Kurt says as he offers his hip for Burt to stroke.
Burt’s hand hovers for a moment before dropping back to the chair, his eyes glued to the hard pink nipples beneath the sheer shirt.
“Uh, no. Thanks. But, kiddo, you wearing that....just that, isn’t appropriate. Go put a robe or something, will ya?”
“Hmm, that’s okay, Daddy. I’m heading straight to bed anyway.”
“Oh.” Burt breathes a little harder. “G’night then.”
“Night, Daddy. Sweet dreams,” Kurt says softly as he bends to drop a peck on his cheek before turning swiftly and walking out, seemingly swinging his hips more than he normally would.
Burt lets out a long shaky breath as he watches his son leave, his cock aching as it tries to harden once more. He just can’t figure out what has gotten into him.
***
Kurt climbs into his bed and sips his drink, happy that step two is complete. His daddy had seen him in the bath, watched him cum and from the sounds coming from the bedroom as Kurt had walked past, his daddy had cum too. Then the pièce de résistance had been his daddy’s face as he saw the outfit that Kurt had chosen especially for tonight.
He grimaces when the top’s stitching itches his delicate skin and he slips it off before snuggling down under the covers still wearing the panties. Perhaps, if he drops them on top of the washing pile tomorrow, it might give his daddy something to use the next time he got hard.
***
Part 3
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.
Go back to Part 1
***
Burt wanders into the kitchen early to grab a bagel and a coffee before heading into work. He hates working Saturdays, but the garage has been so busy lately so he has no choice but to head in along with the rest of his mechanics. What he isn’t expecting this morning is for the coffee maker to be already percolating and his son to be flipping pancakes at the stove in tiny, clingy black short shorts and a worn white t-shirt that is practically translucent and looks to be several sizes too small for him.
“Mornin’?”
“Oh, good morning, Daddy,” Kurt chirps.
“You’re up awful early, kiddo,” Burt says as he opens the cupboard to retrieve his coffee mug.
“Yeah, I thought I’d start on my new yoga routine this morning. Coach Sue says that I need to work on my flexibility if I want to be considered for the Cheerios. No, no Daddy. I’ll do it. You sit down, silly,” Kurt playfully slaps his father’s hand away from the coffee maker.
“Okay, okay,” Burt chuckles. “Cheerios? Aren’t they the cheerleaders at your school?”
“Uh huh.”
“You wanna be a cheerleader?”
“Mmm, I’m thinking about it but I’m not sure yet. I think Coach Sue wants me to wear the skirt and everything.”
Burt coughs quietly, “Oh, yeah?”
“You wouldn’t mind, would you Daddy?”
“Huh?”
“If I had to wear a skirt?”
“Uh, no, no. As long you were comfortable with it, kiddo. That’s all that matters.”
Kurt nods as he slides the plate with a stack of pancakes and a steaming cup of coffee onto the breakfast bar for his father.
“I’m just gonna do my routine over here. The light’s better in here than the living room.”
Burt barely has time to respond before Kurt’s pushing the small dining table and chairs out of the way at the other end of the kitchen. He watches as a yoga mat is rolled out and his son starts to limber up, before turning back and tucking into his breakfast.
***
Kurt works himself through an improvised routine knowing his father isn’t watching, until he hears the stool scrape as his dad gets up to put his dishes on the bench. Then he makes sure he’s bent over in the downward dog position, making his tiny school shorts from last year ride high, ass spilling out in his father’s direction when he calls out.
“Daddy?”
***
Burt spins around to see his baby boy’s creamy cheeks thrust up and exposed, jiggling at him.
“Can I go shopping today? Rachel’s birthday is coming up and I want to look for the perfect gift.”
Burt swallows hard; his gaze stuck on his son’s pert behind perched high, long legs quivering as he holds the position.
“Uh, is that the Asian one?”
“Nope, that’s Tina. Rachel is the one who wears all the animal sweaters.”
“Uh, um, o-kay,” Burt loses his train of thought as Kurt starts to wiggle his feet apart, while he’s still bent over, spreading his legs wide.
“Hey, Kurt? What does the Cheerio’s uniform look like?”
***
Kurt smiles to himself. Step one is complete. His daddy is picturing him in a short cheerleading skirt at this very moment and has definitely noticed his ass in these ridiculous shorts.
Chuckling to himself over the ingenuity of his plan, he ends up in several different stores later that morning as he looks for several specific items. He manages to find a sheer black robe with rose accents and matching g string, a short white lace robe, a sheer white top and ruffled panties, several ruffled thongs, more lacy boyshorts, pretty ruched knickers and a pair of fuller nude briefs that will accentuate his bottom perfectly and look fabulous under skinny jeans. And of course, he makes sure to buy Rachel a pair of fuzzy pink slippers with embroidered gold stars while he’s there, to keep his cover story intact. Then finally, he finds the perfect pair of pumps to match with the school girl outfit he ordered the night before.
Feeling completely satisfied, he realizes that he can finally ditch the boring cotton boys boxer briefs he’s been wearing forever and a day. The only time they’ll ever need to see the light of day again is when he has gym class and only briefly at that, as he’s usually the first one to dive into a bathroom stall to change.
Now he’s ready to set step two in motion.
***
Kurt sits on the couch, restless, as his father watches the game he’d taped earlier in the day.
“I’m gonna take a bath, Daddy.”
“Mm’kay”
“If I turn the jets on, it won’t be too loud will it? I don’t want to interrupt the game.”
“Nope. Knock yourself out, kiddo.”
“’Kay.”
***
Burt loses himself in the replay once Kurt walks out of the lounge. When a break comes, he heads to the fridge for another beer and hears the landline ringing.
“Hello?”
“Daddy, it’s me.”
“What the?”
Kurt laughs, “Sorry, I just needed to get your attention. I forgot to bring a towel in with me. Can you grab one when you have a minute please?”
“You forgot a towel but you remembered your phone?”
“Um, yes?”
Burt chuckles and shakes his head. “Can it wait for a bit? They’re just about to go into the final quarter.”
“Yeah, just whenever. Thanks, Daddy.”
***
Kurt lays in the warm water and debates whether or not to shave his legs before finally deciding against it, thankful that he’s not particularly hairy anyway, just as the timer on his phone goes off signalling the approximate end of the game. Turning off the jets, he double checks that all the candles are still burning and that the door is still ajar before he starts to tease himself, hopeful that he could time this just right.
Stretching his body out in the deep bath, Kurt’s feet and ankles pop out of the light layer of bubbles and he rests them on the porcelain. The rosy tips of his puffy nipples break the water’s surface, dipping in and out of the water with every breath he takes as he starts to slide his hands up his thighs. One hand lingers on his pussy, sliding between the swollen lips, finding his clit and slowly circling and softly pinching it before continuing to slide his fingers up and down, then in and out of his slippery pussy. His other hand slides up to his chest, where he squeezes a soft nub and then starts to roll the nipple between a thumb and finger. It hardens in the cool air. Pinching and flicking a nipple, his breathing quickens and his back arches, pushing his chest to break through the water.
But Kurt’s hungry for more, so he turns around to face his pussy to one of the spa jets along the side of the bath. Legs dangling askew over the side of the tub, eyes closed, he reaches over and turns on the jets.
They burst into life, rushing water tickling his thighs and cheeks. He eases his pussy onto the torrent of water and immediately starts to feel the heat rising in his body. Kurt’s body starts to tingle in anticipation and waves over pleasure ripple over him as the water buffets unrelentingly against his clit. His drawn out moaning drowns out the roar of the jets and suddenly his brain switches off and he’s running on auto-pilot as an explosion of pleasure rocks his body.
As he cools down from the orgasm, he pulls his legs back into the warm water and he just breathes for a moment, stroking a hand up and down a bicep. Sated, he turns off the jets and reaches for the bath plug, pulling it to send the water gurgling down the drain. Stepping out, he bends forward a little to wring water from his short hair before turning to look for his dad at the door but there’s no one there. The door though, is more open than it had been previously and that the towel has been dropped in a heap at the door instead of being tucked just inside or draped over the handle as he might have anticipated had he not been intent on putting a show on for his daddy. Plucking the towel from the floor, he hums happily as he dries himself off and heads back to his room.
***
Burt is hiding. He can’t believe it. He’s hiding from his fifteen year old son in his own darkened bedroom with a boner the size of the Chrysler Building after watching him masturbate in the bath. Okay, maybe not the size of the Chrysler Building but it sure feels like that. His dick has never been small by any measure but today he felt like he’s sporting a freakin’ baseball bat. He lets out a sigh as his head falls back against his bedroom wall with a thump. He’s gonna have to take care of this before he can go out there again.
With his eyes closed, visions of their bathroom aglow with candlelight springs to mind as the sweet spicy scent of the bubble bath Kurt had used still lingers in the air. The image of Kurt’s legs dangling freely, bubbles dripping off his toes and the soft smile on his face as he obviously enjoyed the pressure of the water jetting into his sweet baby pussy has Burt unzipping his fly and cupping his bulging dick. The slight squeeze does nothing to ease the pressure so he has to slip a hand into the gap of his boxers and pull his hard cock out of the hole. The cooler air clings to his heated cock as pre-cum seeps out steadily. He swipes his fingers over it to spread the fluid along his length as he takes up a firm grip and starts to push his heavy dick through his fist. His imagination keeps flashing him images of his boy’s face as his climax swept over him, his toes curling as the flush of coming crept across his skin.
Burt can’t hold off any longer, his own toes curling in his socks as he twists his hand on the down stroke and he bites into a balled up fist in order to stifle his groans as his climax crests and his cock spits cum up his shirt.
Slumping against the wall with droplets of cum trailing down his favourite flannel shirt, he huffs in amazement at the sheer force of his orgasm, simply putting it down to not having had a chance to jerk off lately rather than the sight of his son pleasuring his pussy.
Wiping himself clean, he changes into his pyjamas and heads back out to the hallway. He notices that the bathroom is now dark so he steps in to wash up quickly before heading back to resettle in his armchair.
He’s just starting to feel comfortable again when he catches a fleeting look at his son’s half naked body flitting past the lounge doorway. Burt frowns but doesn’t move, turning his attention back to the TV.
“I’m warming some milk. Would you like some, Daddy?” Kurt asks from the doorway.
“Sure, that’d be great, bud,” Burt replies, not turning around until he hears his son move away. He catches the barest of glimpses at Kurt’s backside covered in what looked like white see-through panties with ruffles across his bottom. That can’t be right...right?
Soon enough Kurt’s back, walking carefully with two mugs of warm milk clutched in his hands. This time Burt does do a double take as he realizes that his son’s wearing a sheer white off the shoulder tiny blouse and full panties with ruffles running past his pussy. Burt’s mouth drops open in shock as Kurt hands him his cup.
“Wha...?” Burt swallows and shakes his head. “What are you wearing?” he asks slightly incredulously.
“Oh, do you like it, Daddy?” Kurt asks as he does a slow spin, still holding his cup.
“I-I don’t underst...” Burt trails off, helpless to do anything but watch his son’s ass cheeks jiggle, trapped under the material.
“You don’t like it?” Kurt says quietly with a pout.
Burt’s eyes snap up to Kurt’s sad face. “Uh, I didn’t say that. But you gotta help me out here. I need to understand where you’re coming from, kid.”
“I just wanted to try something new, Daddy. You know fashion has no gender and it looked so comfortable and it’s so soft. Here, feel it,” Kurt says as he offers his hip for Burt to stroke.
Burt’s hand hovers for a moment before dropping back to the chair, his eyes glued to the hard pink nipples beneath the sheer shirt.
“Uh, no. Thanks. But, kiddo, you wearing that....just that, isn’t appropriate. Go put a robe or something, will ya?”
“Hmm, that’s okay, Daddy. I’m heading straight to bed anyway.”
“Oh.” Burt breathes a little harder. “G’night then.”
“Night, Daddy. Sweet dreams,” Kurt says softly as he bends to drop a peck on his cheek before turning swiftly and walking out, seemingly swinging his hips more than he normally would.
Burt lets out a long shaky breath as he watches his son leave, his cock aching as it tries to harden once more. He just can’t figure out what has gotten into him.
***
Kurt climbs into his bed and sips his drink, happy that step two is complete. His daddy had seen him in the bath, watched him cum and from the sounds coming from the bedroom as Kurt had walked past, his daddy had cum too. Then the pièce de résistance had been his daddy’s face as he saw the outfit that Kurt had chosen especially for tonight.
He grimaces when the top’s stitching itches his delicate skin and he slips it off before snuggling down under the covers still wearing the panties. Perhaps, if he drops them on top of the washing pile tomorrow, it might give his daddy something to use the next time he got hard.
***
Part 3