Not Your Average Child's Play!

"Alright dad. Let's get started, shall we?" Chucky, although a new leaf had been turned in this situation, he still found his face getting warm at what he was about to tell Glen. "Okay son. But first, I..." Glen cut him off, like a rope around the throat. "Hold that thought. I have to go change into, something a little more...comfortable." Glen walked away into the rather private portion of the room, but Chucky noticed something off about his son's voice and as well as a certain way of body language. After a short time, Glen stepped from the bathroom. "Glen...about that whole...killing thing..." Again, Glen cut him off. "Let's...stay on topic. I wouldn't want anything to spoil the mood." Chucky could tell Glen was quite lustful, tone of voice, look to the eye, and even some really evident body language suggested that this was going to be more that the 'show me yours, show you mine' routine! It wasn't until now that he noticed what Glen was wearing. A robe, soft and pink, but with purple and black trim. Glen was clearly trying to seduce him, even blowing him a kiss or two every so often and posing, as if for a magazine. "Oh shit!" Chucky cursed under his breath. Glen slowly took a stride over to Chucky, draping over him. "What do you think, daddy? Is it too...much for you?" Asked Glen, now starting to rub Chucky over the shoulders, fingering the folds in his clothing every so often. Chucky stammered a little, now feeling rather unsure of sharing anything involving sex with his son. "Well...tell me what you think. I want your, up most, honest, and...personal opinion!" Glen started to move lower upon Chucky, making him more nervous. "I made it meself, you know, for a more, intimate and passionate setting." Glen still fell lower, and Chucky felt himself beginning to sweat. "Oh...shit!" He exclaimed again. "Oh. Did I...hit a nerve? Is all of this, rubbing getting you...excited?" Inquired Glen, in a most seductive manner. In fact, it was! Chucky was actually really beginning to enjoy this. “Well…it’s just…that, when you said you were…going to change into something, more comfortable…I thought…I thought it meant….you, yo…you really meant…something, you know…a little more….comfortable!” He felt his face get pink, and Glen was fast to comment. "I can tell you're loving this, dad." Glen was now almost toppled over him, and really liking this position upon Chucky, feeling rather sensitive between the legs again, Chucky, catching the eyes of Glen, so seductive, deep and blue, full of lust and wild curiosity. "Well...I can't lie to you son. I actually...am liking this." He turned his head away as he spoke, trying his best to avoid the eye to eye contact, his heat increasing. He felt a set of fingers running down his arms, sending jolts of electric charges down his spine, and even to a certain area that he wished would stop sending these messages of desire to his nerve wracked brain.

"You look quite hot daddy. Maybe taking off these...warm clothes would help?" Chucky noted Glen was fingering at the sleeves of his 'Good Guy' clothing, a light tug every now and then, he feeling the woven materials sticking and clinging to his plastic flesh, covered with salty sweat, adrenaline laced. He really, really did want to remove the clothing, but around his own son? No. Glen's repeated rubbing wasn't helping matters any, exciting his nerve endings, making him sweat with even the lightest of a touch, the warm skin to fabric to skin contact firing up his temperature. Suddenly, something made him give a sharp gasp. Glen was breathing into his ear. "Don't be nervous. We're the only two who will know about this." As Glen spoke, the one above placed a hand over his right, skin on skin contact, only making Chucky more feverish. Not only that, Chucky even flinched as a set of sharp teeth embraced his ear and settled there as Glen started to lightly bite upon him, Chucky wincing at the feeling of his son’s needle sharp cuspids slowly beginning to tighten upon his flesh, then to release for assault of a wet and slimy article of flesh inside of Glen’s mouth, Chucky could feel the heat entering his ears as his fevered temperature took on its elevated rise, Glen, taking note of his increased temperature, only nibbling harder, caressing his hands with more force, and tongue becoming more vicious, lapping away the savory taste of salty fatherly sweat. “You are adorable when you blush.” Glen whispered, gripping Chucky’s hands for a light and loving squeeze, now being sure to excavate the folds upon the father’s ear, Glen’s warm breath seeping down his canal, pounding and beating ruthlessly upon his tender bit of skin at the very far end of his ear, the vibrations of Glen’s words, now, morphing into a torture for Chucky, Glen’s touch, although light and soft, seemed to sear into his flesh. Chucky silenced a moan of pleasure, biting upon his lower lip just to better keep from releasing any sounds of enjoyment that might temp Glen into pursuing any further, perhaps, to a more private and intimate setting, his breathing increasing, growing hot, his chest feeling heavy, heart starting to race, and, Chucky realized, in true grave, utter dismay, and in a slight horror, that, he, was in fact, really, really enjoying all that his own son was doing to him, and longed for it to escalate!