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"Grandpa -- Rick!" Morty moaned, tears streaming down his face as Rick thrusts into him while playing with the tip of Morty's cock. "Does it- does it feel good, baby?" Rick asked, smirking when he got a loud moan as a response.
"Y-y-yes-!" Morty cried, sobbing louder when Rick used his free hand to pinch and tease Morty's nipples. Rick angled his hips ever so slightly and with the next thrust, he hit Morty's prostate head-on.
More tears fell down Morty's cheek, moaning even louder. He was so glad that everyone was out of the house today. Rick smirked, looking down at the boy who was sobbing in pleasure. A quick thought flashed in his mind, causing him to look down again. He wanted to make sure Morty was crying because he was being pleasured, not because he was in any form of pain.
Pushing his chest against Morty's back, Rick leaned down to whisper in Morty's ear, "You know our safe word, baby. Use it whenever you feel like it's too much, okay?" Rick knew that Morty liked to be overstimulated and that Morty had already told the older man if he started crying it'd be okay, but still, Morty smiled softly at the concern in Rick's voice.
"It's- I'm o-okay, grandpa," Morty said, shuddering as Rick wiped some of the tears off his face. Leaning back down, Rick attached his lips to Morty's, the latter smiling and moaning into the kiss.
Rick deepened the kiss, trailing his fingers down from Morty's cock to his balls, lightly rolling them in his hand.
Morty could feel his release drawing closer and closer.
His stomach tightened and he trembled in Rick's hold.
He was almost there- He just needed a little more. Just a little-
Suddenly, a sharp gasp left someone's lips causing Morty and Rick to snap their heads in the direction it came from. Standing in the doorway of Morty's room, was Jerry fucking Smith, staring in horror at the scene in front of him.
Not knowing what to do, Jerry did what he seemed to be best at. Running away. He sprinted as fast as he possibly could into his room, slamming the door shut, and locking it. Jerry felt like he was going to pass out from hyperventilating. Rick was fucking his son. No, no. Rick was raping his son.
His eyes widened in relaxation. He left his son in the same room with a child molesting, rapist asshole. "And the father of the year award goes to..." Jerry muttered to himself slapping his forehead with his hand. When he was about to go back for his son, his bedroom door dematerialized right in front of his eyes.
Blocking the now open doorway, was Rick, who was wearing only boxers and his pants, which looked like they were thrown on without even caring if they were inside out or backward. Standing next to the pedophile son-of-a-bitch was Morty, who was just wearing his boxers with an anxious expression on his face.
Reaching out to Morty, only to be pushed back down by Rick seconds later, Jerry was calling out, "Morty! Get away from that rapist piece of shit!" Rick, who clearly didn't enjoy being called a piece of shit, pointed the gun that destroyed the door at Jerry. That shut Jerry up real quick.
"Rick!" Morty pleaded. "Please just erase his memory already." Jerry looked shocked at what he said. "Erase- Morty?! You can't be okay with this asshole molesting you? Morty, son, let me through and I'll call the cops. Your mom. I'll call whoever can help us," Jerry said, truly believing he was helping, when in reality, Morty was content with his and Rick's relationship.
Rick's unibrow furrowed when Jerry called him an asshole and a child molester. That was the last straw for him. Shooting Jerry with a different gun, Jerry flopped on his back, unable to move or feel his body past his neck. Jerry screamed pathetically, and Rick guessed that he'd be flailing his arms around if he had any control of his arms.
"Rick, please!" Morty begged, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Just erase his memory!" Rick simply glanced down at Morty. "As much as I love it when you beg, I think we can have some fun with this," Rick said ominously, smiling as he dragged Jerry by his unfeeling arm and leaned him against the wall, giving him the perfect view for what was about to go down. Morty tried to look angry, but his intrigue was taking over. Meanwhile, Jerry looked repulsed.
"Now where were we?" Rick asked, gently putting Morty down on his parent's bed and crawling on top of him. In sudden realization, both Morty and Jerry looked at Rick utterly astounded. The only difference was the flash of lust in Morty's eyes and the flash of disgust in Jerry's.
"W-w-what?!" Morty exclaimed, forcing his face to look grossed out, but Rick could tell by the way his boner was coming back, that he liked the idea. "I'm going fuck you, Morty," Rick clarified, letting his hands roam Morty's chest. "Right. In. Front. Of. Your. Fucking. Father," Rick punctuated each word of his sentence by pulling on Morty's nipples, leaving them hard and sensitive, causing Morty to moan out.
Jerry was horrified. He wanted nothing more than to run to the cops, but he couldn't even feel his body, let alone move it. And no matter how tight he shut his eyes, he can still hear Morty's moans as his grandfather touches him.
Shedding them both of the poorly put on clothes, Rick brought his hands down from Morty's nipples to his ass, tracing the loose hole with his finger, drawing moans and shivers out of Morty. "God, baby boy, you're still so loose," Rick huskily whispered, glancing over at Jerry who looked almost sick.
Before Rick was about to start fucking into the brunette boy again, he looked down to make sure Morty was 100% on board with this. Rick saw that Morty looked turned on, but still looked conflicted about the whole thing. He didn't look uncomfortable, just nervous. He was also shaking, a sign that Rick took as Morty wanting to stop.
"M-Morty, Morty I want you to- want you to tell me you're okay with this. Okay, 'cause if you aren't, I'll go get the memory gun and make him forget all about this. And- and if you reeeally hate this, I'll wipe your memory t-too, Morty. We can just go back to your room to finish, 'kay? I just- I just thought it'd be hot, and I couldn't resist the thought of giving Jerry the fucking- fucking biggest middle finger by fucking his son in front of him" Jerry was almost touched by the care Rick had for his son. Until, of course, he remembered that Rick wasn't caring for his son, he was raping him, and the touched feeling quickly went away. Also, that last part pissed Jerry off because Rick seemed to be getting a boner from spite.
Morty smiled and blushed at Rick, laughing softly. Morty gave one last cheeky, apologetic glance to his father, before wrapping his arm around the back of Rick's neck and pulling him in for a kiss. Jerry's jaw dropped in disgusted shock. "Morty?!" He yelled, almost not believing that his son just kissed his grandfather.
Rick smirked into the kiss, flipping Jerry off behind Morty. Rick started kissing lower, trailing kisses down Morty's neck, pulling and teasing Morty's already sensitive nipples. He sucked and bit the skin there, grinning possessively at the bite marks that will definitely be there tomorrow.
Rick pulled back, admiring his work, before leaning down again and taking one of Morty's swollen, over-sensitive nipples in his mouth. Morty moaned, his fists were clenching the sheets under him so tightly his knuckles were turning white.
Whispering lowly in Morty's ear so Jerry couldn't hear, Rick said, "Beg for me to fuck you, M-Morty. Beg me to fill up that pretty little ass of yours while the waste of oxygen you call a father watches." Morty moans loudly at Rick's words. "R-R-Rick -- Rick... please... O-oh jeez - I- I need it, Rick. P-please- please fuck m- RICK-!" Morty didn't get to finish his rambling pleas, as Rick buried two fingers inside Morty.
Morty groaned, trying to push Rick's fingers away. Rick tsk'd, smirking as he used his free hand to hold both of Morty's wrists above his head. "I know, baby. You're already stretched out but we're putting on a little show from your father here. I want him to see how loose you get after being thoroughly fucked by me. I want him to see how much your sluttly hole loves my big dick." Rick smiles sadistically, taking great pride in the fact that Jerry's face took on a greenish shade and Morty was almost in tears.
Finding Morty's prostate almost immediately, Rick rubs the pleasure spot with the tip of his fingers, moaning out when he sees the tears slide down Morty's face. "O-Oh fuck, baby. Fuck -- fucking hell, you look so pretty like this. You're grandpa's good- good boy, Morty. You k-k-know that? You take my fingers so well, b-baby." Morty's eyes widen to an almost cartoonish extent as he pathetically clenches around Rick's fingers. "P-ple-ase-..." Morty moaned brokenly, slurring his words.
Rick's smirk grew. "S-see- see this, Jerry? Still think I'm raping him? He's- he's fucking begging for me to fuck him." Jerry glared at Rick. "You're grooming him! You're filling my son's head with lies so he thinks he wants this! You're manipulating him! You are a child-molesting groomer and the second I can move I'll- I'll get you back!" Rick almost laughed. Almost.
Rick was about to say some shit back to Jerry until he heard Morty moaning quietly to himself. When Jerry started his little revenge rant, Rick hadn't noticed that he stopped moving his fingers. Rick groaned loudly at seeing Morty moving his hips, trying to fuck himself on Rick's fingers. "Shit. Sorry, baby. I lost focus for a minute. You're so fucking cute when you're desperate, M-Morty. Can't- can't wait to fuck you so hard you see fucking stars."
When Rick had four fingers inside Morty, Morty fucking keened, tears welling up in his eyes from the amount of pleasure he was getting. "Oh w-wow, babe. I- I think your little hole is so fucking loose I could shove my whole fist in it," Rick breathed out, curling his fingers inside Morty. The younger boy sobbed, reaching down to touch his aching cock.
"N-Nope. No touching yourself, baby. I'll give you some-something to do, though."
Taking his fingers out of Morty, he shoved them into Morty's mouth. Drool pooled around Rick's fingers as he shoved them down Morty's throat. Morty's eyes snapped open, taking long, deep breathes through his nose. "You've got it -- you're doing so well, baby. R-r-remember what I told you. Breath carefully through your nose. You-You're fucking great at this." Morty's face flushed at the praise, deepthroating Rick's fingers with minimal gagging.
Seeing Morty take his fingers this deep for the first time did something to Rick. Smirking over at Jerry, he said, "He's never been able to take 'em like- like this, Jer. I might need you to- to sit in the same room as us while he gives me a blowjob."
Grinning evilly at Jerry's horrified face one last time, he turned his head back down to Morty, whose face was flushed and his face was coated in tears. Drool dripped from his mouth when Rick pulled his hand away, rubbing his dick with the drool, getting it wet enough to not hurt Morty entirely, but give his grandson the bit of pain he liked. Releasing Morty's wrists, Rick trailed his hand down to cup Morty's cheek. "You're doing- doing so well, babe. So good for grandpa."
"Oh s-shit, Jerry. I'm about to shove my dick waaay up your son's asshole. You- you watching?" Rick said teasingly, laughing out when Jerry looked almost like he was going to throw up. "Ready, baby?" Rick asked, lining his waiting dick up with Morty's sensitive hole. "pleasepleaseplease-..." Morty whispered brokenly. "Pl-please -- Grandpa- Grandpa Rick- I- I need it- you- I can-ca-n't-..." Morty sobbed. He needed Rick to fill him now. He felt so empty without it.
Jerry stared at his son in horror. He- He couldn't actually want this? This- This had to be Rick filling his head with lies. Manipulating him. When Rick finally pushed the head of his dick in Morty, the brunette boy moaned thankfully, happy to have anything inside him right now. Rick grabbed Morty's dripping cock, which practically throbbed at the contact. Stroking it gently, Rick thrusts a little more of his dick into Morty's tight heat.
Giving Morty a second to relax, Rick smirked, shoving the rest of his length in easily. Morty cried out, biting his lip so hard he drew blood. His father was right there. Watching him. Hearing him. The thought sent chills down Morty's spine. Someone— his father— watching him do something so- so taboo as being fucked by his grandfather made Morty's cock twitch in Rick's hand.
Rick purposely made sure his thrusts were slow so that Morty could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of his stretched ass. Staring straight into Jerry's eyes, Rick said, "Come on, baby. Beg me to go faster. Show Jerry how much you need my cock. Show- Show him how much you need me- need me to fuck your tight little hole until it's so loose I can put my entire fist right in your ass, M-Morty," Rick rambled, getting a bit annoyed with the torturously slow pace he set for himself.
"Please..." Morty whispered. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. "Please what, baby. Come on, Grandpa needs you to use your words." Morty moans again, rolling his hips to get any friction from the cock in his ass or the hand around his dick. Rick slide out, only leaving the tip in, using the last of his quickly depleting self-control to not give in when Morty started sobbing again.
"Rick- please- please Rick- just fuck me faster- harder- anything-... please I need- you- I need you." Rick smiled softly at the younger boy under him, wiping his tears away. "Of course, baby. All you have to do is ask." He punctuates ask with a sharp thrust, burying himself all the way inside his needy little slut.
Morty cries out in pleasure, feeling his orgasm drawing near. The whole room reeked of sex and sweat, which made Jerry feel woozy and nauseous. "Rick-! I'm-" Morty didn't even have to finish his sentence.
Rick strokes Morty with earnest now, lowering his head down to take one of Morty's nipples in his mouth. Morty screams and pants heavily at the stimulation. It all feels like too much.
The hand on his dick went quickly one second, then slowly the next. Sometimes it would tease the head, drawing small circles around it, other times it would go lower and caress his balls. Rick would tease his nipple with his tongue, swirling it around before biting it gently and pulling on it. If he'd bite too hard, Rick would lick it before going to the opposite nipple, giving one a break.
Rick fucks into Morty like he never will get the chance again. Rick's thrusts hit his prostate head-on, making Morty sob louder each time. He doesn't know if today's just a special day, or it's the fact that his father is watching Rick fuck him, but Morty feels so turned on. He feels like this might be the hardest he's ever orgasmed before.
"Morty. Morty, baby. I want- I want you to do something," Rick says, speeding his thrusts. Morty can tell by the way that the thrusts are becoming sloppier, that Rick must be close. "I want you to come. Come right now, I want Jerry to fucking watch as you clench around my dick, as you come so hard you fucking pass out. Do it, baby. Come."
With that simple command, Morty releases, clenching hard around, making the older man come deep inside of him. Morty screams 'Grandpa,' as his orgasm takes over, shooting rope after rope of white semen all over his stomach and a little on his parents' bed. Milking Rick for all he has, Morty keeps clenching, until he feels himself coming off of his high and his eyes feel droopy.
Falling limp on the bed, Morty feels himself breathing heavily. Rick pulls out of Morty, watching as he come leaks out of Morty's abused hole. "You really are Grandpa's good boy," Rick smiles, ruffling Morty's hair, as the exhausted brunette laughs to himself. "I'll be right back, baby," Rick says, picking himself up and throwing on his pair of boxers.
"Come on, Jerry," Rick mutters, dragging a screaming, protesting Jerry to his lab to wipe his memory.
After Rick sends Jerry off, telling him to go shop for something and reluctantly giving him twenty dollars to go buy something stupid, Rick returns to the room, picking Morty up bridal style and opening a portal to send them both to Morty's room.
"You were so good today, M-Morty. I knew you'd like it," Rick sighs contently, kissing Morty's forehead.
Morty giggled to himself, pushing up a bit to hug Rick. "You- you were right, R-Rick. I- I love you..." He mutters, smiling as he felt Rick kiss his forehead again.
"I know, kid. I love you too."