{All characters portrayed in explicit situations are of consenting age (18+) irrespective of their ages in the TV show}
Chris frowned, still not convinced. “Ma, do you really think it’s a good idea to go camping in the middle of winter?”
Stewie snapped. “Chris, would you shut the fuck up, you’ve been whining for hours. Brian would’ve been a better companion than you.” He rolled his eyes. Chris made a mocking face at Stewie and turned to look out the car window.
“You know it’s bad when Stewie would rather have Brian over Chris.” Meg snorted, making Peter and Lois laugh.
Lois sighed, turning around to face the kids. “Enough squabbling, we’re going to have fun. We always do.”
Chris rolled his eyes. “Sure we will, I’ll be sharing the tent with these two losers,” he jerked his thumb towards Meg and Stewie, “while you and dad will be fucking away for warmth in the other tent.”
“Chr-“ Lois began to protest but Peter just cut her off with an amused laugh, squeezing Lois’ thigh.
“It’s fine babe, he isn’t wrong.” He smirked. Lois turned pink as she felt a jolt of hot embarrassment course through her, making her throb a little. Peter had always been uncomfortably open about their sexual relationship with Chris and while she claimed it made her uncomfortable, just the thought had her clit throbbing with need.
Meg groaned. “Ugh, disgusting! Chris! I don’t want to think about our parents fucking.”
Lois turned around in her seat. “Shut up everyone,” she said firmly. “This time Peter and Chris will share a tent. Meg, you’re with me,” she informed bluntly. “Stewie, do you want to share with the boys or us?”
Stewie made a disgusted face. “You, ma! Dad and Chris are all weird around each other.”
Chris turned pink, knowing Stewie was talking about the time Meg and Lois were out and Chris had kissed Peter’s cheek bye for work. The kiss had been deep and lingering and Peter had looked visibly turned on. Chris found himself wishing Peter would’ve turned and their lips would’ve accidentally made contact. The very thought had his cock twitching then, as it did now. He had furiously jerked off the second Peter left, cumming to the thought of kissing his dad while his mom slept in the same room.
Unbeknownst to him, Peter had rubbed one out in the car as well, unable to stop thinking about just accidentally grinding against Chris’ cock when hugging him. He instantly felt guilty about the thoughts which only made his cock throb more. It was so wrong but he’d never wanted it more. That night when Lois kissed him, sitting on his lap, Peter was instantly reminded of the morning. While he didn’t remember much else from that night, he did remember having the best orgasm of his life as he moaned out “I love you son-shine.” He was quite proud of covering his slip up by morphing it into sunshine. Lois didn’t suspect a thing.
In the car, Chris clenched his fists, trying to regain control and pulled his bag over his lap to hide his inevitable erection. Maybe sharing a tent would finally- *No,* he firmly told himself. He could not think of his dad like that.
Once at the campsite, Peter and Lois unloaded the stuff while Meg and Chris set up, Stewie staying in the car.
Both tent groups individually erected their tents with pleasant chatter going on between Lois and Meg. Peter turned to Chris as they were fixing up the tent. “What do you think Stewie meant?” he asked in an undertone.
Chris felt his face heating up. “I don’t know, dad, he’s always talking shit, that’s just how Stewie is.”
Peter just nodded. “You’re right, son.” He said, pressing a deep kiss to his cheek not unlike the one from earlier before going to check on his wife. The promise and heat of the kiss had Chris fumbling for the rest of the day.
At dinner, they all sat huddled by the fire for warmth. “God it’s fucking cold. We shouldn’t have come!” Stewie groaned, shivering.
“Oh come on, we’re having fun, aren’t we?” Lois asked, nudging Peter to agree with her. Peter just gave a disgruntled huff and took a swig of his beer.
After another hour of pretending all was fine, they gave up and decided to go to bed and head home right after breakfast.
***
“God it really is cold, huh?” Peter laughed, rubbing his arms for warmth, making sure the tent was zipped. Chris just smiled weakly, unrolling the sleeping bags.
“Yeah, it is.” He muttered. He couldn’t handle being left alone with Peter, his mind was going crazy with the possibilities. But obviously nothing would happen. Peter was his father, for fuck’s sake.
Chris got into his sleeping bag and forced himself to go to sleep, facing away from Peter. He roughly palmed his cock to calm himself down. Not long after he was woken up by the sound of his sleeping bag unzipping. Confused, he looked over his shoulder to see Peter slipping in. “It’s okay son, go back to sleep. It’s really cold. Just to share body heat.” Peter assured him.
Chris gulped nervously. The lord was testing him. He jumped a little when Peter’s arm wrapped around his waist and he pressed up against Chris’ back.
Peter bit his lip, trying his hardest not to move, the temptation was insane. His cock was right up against Chris’ ass. Then, he shifted just a little, disguising it as getting comfortable and his cock moved against his ass. Peter took in a deep shuddering breath. He was already beginning to get hard.
Chris instantly rolled over to face Peter. “This is better, yeah, more comfortable,” he said with a nervous smile, voice slightly higher than normal. Peter nodded, eyes wide, like a deer caught in the headlights. Chris, unable to resist temptation leaned in and pressed another kiss to Peter’s cheek, barely missing the corner of his mouth. “Goodnight dad.”
Peter did the same, “goodnight son.”
Chris didn’t want to stop, he was half hard and his inhibitions were low. He leaned in again, kissing the corner of his mouth this time, slow, deliberate. Peter gasped softly, hand clenching in Chris’ shirt. “Sleep well, dad.”
Peter nodded, “You too, son.” He didn’t return the kiss, wanting to cross the line but too nervous too.
Chris smiled, face dangerously close to Peter’s. “I love you, dad.” He murmured, his lips accidentally brushing against Peter’s. That broke the dam.
Peter roughly pulled Chris closer, kissing him properly, deep and slow, pushing their hips together. “I love you, Chris.”
Chris bit his lip, he could feel his father’s erection. “What are we doing, dad? This is so wrong!” He gasped softly, rolling his hips forward so their clothed cocks grinded together.
Peter shook his head. “We’re just cold, we’re creating heat.” He shrugged, trying to convince himself.
Chris surged forward and kissed Peter again, cupping his face. He tried and failed to keep his hips in check, but they seemed to have a mind of their own. But Peter didn’t seem to mind, if his quiet moans and desperate humping were anything to go by. Within minutes, they were exchanging frenzied kisses, muttering hot, illicit “I love you’s” between kisses.
Peter chanced his luck. “You should take your pants off.” He said boldly, gripping Chris’ hips and grinding against his clothed cock like a man possessed. “You know, because skin to skin contact generates more heat.” He justified.
Chris nodded eagerly. His pants already had a wet spot on the front from all the precum he was leaking. “I’m in love with how your mind works, dad.” He said pushing his pants off, giving him a filthy kiss, licking into his mouth.
Peter moaned quietly, pushing his pants off as well, grinding their bare cocks together as soon as he could. “I’m in love with this, I’m in love with you, son.” He said. Chris moaned, louder than he should, the pleasure too much for him.
“I’m in love with you too, dad.” He gasped, unable and unwilling to stop kissing Peter. He needed more. He wrapped a hand around Peter’s cock, gasping softly. “Dad, fuck, you’re so thick.” He mumbled, slowly starting to stroke him.
“Oh god, fuck. I’ve wanted this since the day you kissed me before work.” Peter blurted, fucking Chris’ hand desperately, giving him messy, wet kisses in between words.
Chris moaned. “Oh me too, fuck, touch my cock, dad, please, I want it so bad. I need it,” he begged, letting Peter lead the kiss, loving how wet it was making his face. Peter slowly stroked Chris’ cock, teasing him with a small smirk. “Pete- I mean- Dad- I” Chris stuttered.
“No, Chris, call me Peter.” He ordered, teasingly dipping his thumb into the foreskin and rubbing over the sensitive head.
Chris moaned softly. “Oh, god, that feels so good, Peter.” He whined, kissing him again. “Peter…” he breathed out softly. “We should kiss.” He gasped.
Peter chuckled breathlessly. “We are.” He said.
“No, we should kiss our foreskins.” He murmured, blurting precum at the very thought.
Peter’s eyes widened before he nodded eagerly. Chris took his hand off Peter and stroked himself, pulling back his foreskin. Peter did the same, pressing the tips of their cocks together, pulling his foreskin over his cock and onto Chris, sliding it as far down the shaft as he could.
Chris moaned, louder than he probably should have and forced himself to not cum on the spot, pulling his foreskin over Peter’s. Peter moaned loudly at the sensation, kissing Chris to muffle his sounds. Chris stroked their cocks first slowly, quickly building the pace when he realised they weren’t going to last.
Peter was quivering, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna-
Chris nodded, kissing him deeply as he came with a loud cry of “I love you Peter.”
Peter came almost simultaneously. “Oh Chris, I love you too.” He gasped breathlessly, kissing him back.
Before they had the chance to even catch their breath, the tent was unzipping. “What the fuck is hap- why does the tent smell like sex?” Lois snapped, getting inside.
Chris looked mortified as they carefully pulled away. “Oh it’s nothing, dear, we were just trying to generate body heat to keep warm.” Peter lied.
“Oh yeah? Nothing? Like the time you called me son-shine?” She asked. “Yeah, I’m not stupid, Peter.”
Peter grimaced. “Well, in my defence, he’s a really good kisser.”
Lois peeled the sleeping bag away and sat on top of Chris. “Let’s see it.” She said.
“What?” Chris asked shocked.
“Kiss me.” She demanded. Chris looked at Peter for guidance, who looked like Christmas came early. Shrugging, Chris pulled her close and kissed her deeply. She gasped softly, but melted into the kiss, frantically pressing closer to him. Peter, feeling left out tugged on Lois’ hair, kissing her and then Chris, before pulling them both in for a messy three way kiss.
“Come on then, Chris, show your mom a good time.” Peter ordered. Both men were hard again and Lois was naked within seconds, her perky tits standing proud, nipples pebbled over with arousal.
Chris guided his cock to her dripping pussy, sliding in without even needing to finger her, she was so hot for it. She moaned loudly. “God, you’re thicker than Peter, fuck, ah..” She whimpered, slowly bouncing on his cock. Peter smirked, playing with her tits, kissing Chris messily as he fucked Lois till she was begging to cum. Peter reached down playing with her clit as Chris pounded her till she cried out. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, Chris, fuck, I love you so much.”
Seconds later Chris pulled out, cumming all over her mound and his father’s hand. “I love you both.” He sighed as Peter licked his hand clean with a smirk, giving Lois a messy kiss after, pulling Chris in as well, not wanting him to be left out.
Turns out, they finally did have fun.
(This is a commission I finished recently, feel free to get in touch with me if you’d like a personalised erotic piece. I also do non erotic work)
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