Sins Of The Father
folder
1 through F › Charmed
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
12,355
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
1 through F › Charmed
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
12,355
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Charmed, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Sins Of The Father
Title: Sins Of The Father
Author: Written by me and only me!!
Summary: Already posted so why waste time.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Leo and Chris, Chris and Wyatt.
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Neither the boys nor Leo belong to me (Oh if only that were possible, hey a girl can dream, can't she?)
Betas: NONE. Hey I work alone.
Author’s notes: Either you love me or hate me.
*Disclaimer: I do not own the TV show Charmed or any of it's characters!!!! I repeat I DO NOT OWN CHARMED OR ANY OF IT'S CHARATERS! At this point I should let you know that I am broke so if you try to sue me, you'll get nothing but an I O U.
*THIS WARNING APPILES TO ALL FUTURE CHAPTERS!!!!!!
Now on with the story.
Leo’s Point Of View
I’ve always loved my special little boy. Ever since the day he was born Chris has held a part of my heart captive that only he was able to access. At first it was simply love of a father to his son. We would play together go fishing together and any other father-son activity you can think of. I was just so happy to have my courageous boy back in my arms once again that I would do anything that he wanted me to. My love for him was so intense sometimes that I would have to stay away several days to make sure that I wasn’t smothering him. Of course this was all at first.
Then almost over night my son had transformed into the man that I knew he would become. Not in the since of age, seeing as how he was only fifteen, but as far as his appearance went he was the boy who died in my arms. Everything from his height to the way he walked, the way he talked, his smile, his ambitious spirit, his cocky confidence, his gorgeous green eyes. He was every bit of the Chris that I knew, loved and missed dearly.
In that moment my feelings towards him started to change. I went from harboring feelings of a loving father to something more dark, sadistic and animalistic in nature. I loved him so much it hurt. I missed him so much it almost destroyed my mind, body and soul the first time he was taken away from me and maybe this was the reason that I was over compensating and having feelings that I shouldn’t have. I was so confused by my feelings that I didn’t know what to do.
At first I fought it tooth and nail. There was no way in hell that I was going to touch my son in that manner. So I stayed away as often as possible and avoided him at all cost. Instead of helping him with his problems when he would ask, I would send his older brother in my place distancing myself from him as his body matured and my tainted love grew stronger. But that all changed the night that he called me into his room that night. The first night that I would do the unthinkable to my son.
It was about one in the morning when I heard my youngest son’s desperate cry for help. Against my better judgment I answered his call only to find him sitting on his bed looking up at me in perfect health. At first I was angry and scolded him for lying to me the way that he did and causing me to panic. When I was finally done I looked into those green eyes that I missed so much and what I found broke my heart.
My son was in pain, not physically, but emotionally. Tears were threatening to fall as I made my way to sit next to him and comfort him in his time of need. When I asked him what was wrong he asked me the one question that I never wanted to hear from my children, especially Chris.
“Why don’t you love me any more Dad?” the boy spoke softly as he shuffled his feet. “What did I do wrong? I mean I know I’m not as powerful as Wyatt or as good of a fighter but I can practice, I can make you proud of me too Dad” he said now turning to face me. “Is that what you think Chris?” I asked him as he nodded his head in response. “That’s not the reason that I’ve stayed away buddy. I love you but I have other obligations as well” I continued to lie as I brushed the dark hair out of his face. Then he responded with the exact words I knew he would use “But you always have time for your precious Wyatt, Mom and Aunt Phoebe and Paige. Why don’t you have that same time for me any more, Dad?”
The expression on his face and the lack of clothing he wore was too much for me to bare. I fought it as hard as I could, really I did, but there was no way I could resist him that night. That’s when I turned his face towards mine and kissed him passionately, allowing my tongue to roam around freely in his mouth. I didn’t mean too, I didn’t want to but the feelings were just too intense for me to handle, so I became weak and gave in to temptation. I began stiff against my own will as my dick throbbed and begged to be released from it’s confinements.
“I love you so much Chris” I whispered to him as he struggled beneath me, unconsciously rubbing his legs against my erection.
“Dad, please. Stop!” he said over and over again. “Please, don’t do this. Please” he continued as his pleas feel on def ears.
I then put a spell on his so that his body would relax and I would be able to have way with him with great ease. I savagely tore the clothing from his body as he cried silent tears and withered beneath me. But I didn’t care. I was moments away from getting what I want and I couldn’t wait to taste him, to enter him.
Once we were naked I studied his slender form with hungry anxious eyes. For the fist time I noticed his lean muscular physique. He wasn’t as nearly as built as his brother but his body was still enticing. I then laid down on top of him trapping his body once again beneath mine. I started kissing his neck, enjoying the rather sweet taste of his skin as I made my way down his defined chest to his lower abdomen, making sure to pay special attention to every inch of my favorite boy. Next I lifted the spell a little to allow him some free will and see his response to what I planned to do after that. Finally fixing my eyes on his on member I couldn’t help but be slightly amused as I can now see that he was reacting to my touch as his full erection tapped lightly against my lips pleading with me to touch it, to please it, to please him. I then took in my mouth and was shocked by the sweetness of his pre cum as I suck the tip, making sure to take in every single drop. Now sliding my tongue alone the sensitive skin I lift the spell even more so I can get a full reaction from my son who I could now hear slightly moaning as he ran his hand over my forearm before putting his hand other hand in my hair.
That first night was an amazing one.
He was perfect, absolutely incredible and feel of my dick in his tight ass is what has made me come back night after night, needing him more and more with every passing second.
The look on his face that night after his forced orgasm, and every night there after will haunt me to my dying day. Although I try to stay away, I try not to hurt him in that sick twisted way that I do, but I can’t stop myself and knowing that what I did, what resulted from my touch and the shame that my son felt thereafter with stay with me for years to come but yet I’m not sorry about it now do I plan to stop. I love him way too much to ever let go.
As I orb into his room for what seems like the hundredth time I remove my clothing, hoping and praying that one day someone’s able to stop me from committing the ultimate sin.
Author: Written by me and only me!!
Summary: Already posted so why waste time.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Leo and Chris, Chris and Wyatt.
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Neither the boys nor Leo belong to me (Oh if only that were possible, hey a girl can dream, can't she?)
Betas: NONE. Hey I work alone.
Author’s notes: Either you love me or hate me.
*Disclaimer: I do not own the TV show Charmed or any of it's characters!!!! I repeat I DO NOT OWN CHARMED OR ANY OF IT'S CHARATERS! At this point I should let you know that I am broke so if you try to sue me, you'll get nothing but an I O U.
*THIS WARNING APPILES TO ALL FUTURE CHAPTERS!!!!!!
Now on with the story.
Leo’s Point Of View
I’ve always loved my special little boy. Ever since the day he was born Chris has held a part of my heart captive that only he was able to access. At first it was simply love of a father to his son. We would play together go fishing together and any other father-son activity you can think of. I was just so happy to have my courageous boy back in my arms once again that I would do anything that he wanted me to. My love for him was so intense sometimes that I would have to stay away several days to make sure that I wasn’t smothering him. Of course this was all at first.
Then almost over night my son had transformed into the man that I knew he would become. Not in the since of age, seeing as how he was only fifteen, but as far as his appearance went he was the boy who died in my arms. Everything from his height to the way he walked, the way he talked, his smile, his ambitious spirit, his cocky confidence, his gorgeous green eyes. He was every bit of the Chris that I knew, loved and missed dearly.
In that moment my feelings towards him started to change. I went from harboring feelings of a loving father to something more dark, sadistic and animalistic in nature. I loved him so much it hurt. I missed him so much it almost destroyed my mind, body and soul the first time he was taken away from me and maybe this was the reason that I was over compensating and having feelings that I shouldn’t have. I was so confused by my feelings that I didn’t know what to do.
At first I fought it tooth and nail. There was no way in hell that I was going to touch my son in that manner. So I stayed away as often as possible and avoided him at all cost. Instead of helping him with his problems when he would ask, I would send his older brother in my place distancing myself from him as his body matured and my tainted love grew stronger. But that all changed the night that he called me into his room that night. The first night that I would do the unthinkable to my son.
It was about one in the morning when I heard my youngest son’s desperate cry for help. Against my better judgment I answered his call only to find him sitting on his bed looking up at me in perfect health. At first I was angry and scolded him for lying to me the way that he did and causing me to panic. When I was finally done I looked into those green eyes that I missed so much and what I found broke my heart.
My son was in pain, not physically, but emotionally. Tears were threatening to fall as I made my way to sit next to him and comfort him in his time of need. When I asked him what was wrong he asked me the one question that I never wanted to hear from my children, especially Chris.
“Why don’t you love me any more Dad?” the boy spoke softly as he shuffled his feet. “What did I do wrong? I mean I know I’m not as powerful as Wyatt or as good of a fighter but I can practice, I can make you proud of me too Dad” he said now turning to face me. “Is that what you think Chris?” I asked him as he nodded his head in response. “That’s not the reason that I’ve stayed away buddy. I love you but I have other obligations as well” I continued to lie as I brushed the dark hair out of his face. Then he responded with the exact words I knew he would use “But you always have time for your precious Wyatt, Mom and Aunt Phoebe and Paige. Why don’t you have that same time for me any more, Dad?”
The expression on his face and the lack of clothing he wore was too much for me to bare. I fought it as hard as I could, really I did, but there was no way I could resist him that night. That’s when I turned his face towards mine and kissed him passionately, allowing my tongue to roam around freely in his mouth. I didn’t mean too, I didn’t want to but the feelings were just too intense for me to handle, so I became weak and gave in to temptation. I began stiff against my own will as my dick throbbed and begged to be released from it’s confinements.
“I love you so much Chris” I whispered to him as he struggled beneath me, unconsciously rubbing his legs against my erection.
“Dad, please. Stop!” he said over and over again. “Please, don’t do this. Please” he continued as his pleas feel on def ears.
I then put a spell on his so that his body would relax and I would be able to have way with him with great ease. I savagely tore the clothing from his body as he cried silent tears and withered beneath me. But I didn’t care. I was moments away from getting what I want and I couldn’t wait to taste him, to enter him.
Once we were naked I studied his slender form with hungry anxious eyes. For the fist time I noticed his lean muscular physique. He wasn’t as nearly as built as his brother but his body was still enticing. I then laid down on top of him trapping his body once again beneath mine. I started kissing his neck, enjoying the rather sweet taste of his skin as I made my way down his defined chest to his lower abdomen, making sure to pay special attention to every inch of my favorite boy. Next I lifted the spell a little to allow him some free will and see his response to what I planned to do after that. Finally fixing my eyes on his on member I couldn’t help but be slightly amused as I can now see that he was reacting to my touch as his full erection tapped lightly against my lips pleading with me to touch it, to please it, to please him. I then took in my mouth and was shocked by the sweetness of his pre cum as I suck the tip, making sure to take in every single drop. Now sliding my tongue alone the sensitive skin I lift the spell even more so I can get a full reaction from my son who I could now hear slightly moaning as he ran his hand over my forearm before putting his hand other hand in my hair.
That first night was an amazing one.
He was perfect, absolutely incredible and feel of my dick in his tight ass is what has made me come back night after night, needing him more and more with every passing second.
The look on his face that night after his forced orgasm, and every night there after will haunt me to my dying day. Although I try to stay away, I try not to hurt him in that sick twisted way that I do, but I can’t stop myself and knowing that what I did, what resulted from my touch and the shame that my son felt thereafter with stay with me for years to come but yet I’m not sorry about it now do I plan to stop. I love him way too much to ever let go.
As I orb into his room for what seems like the hundredth time I remove my clothing, hoping and praying that one day someone’s able to stop me from committing the ultimate sin.