"Happy Father's Day, Dad," I moaned out as the loud clap of his balls echoed off my cheeks and into the room. "And happy anniversary."
He growled in response, thrusting aggressively inside me.
"Happy Birthday, son. Made you right in this room and sired my own husband."
"You know...", I said as his shaft loudly plopped out of my mouth, "it's such a hot mind fuck knowing this cock created me, Dad. That I came right from these balls of yours."
Dad peered down at my throat-gunk covered face and nodded.
"That's what makes incest so alluring, son."
“Your little brother’s pussy is almost as sweet as yours, son. *Almost*,” Dad growled hungrily as he slurped on my hole.
I gripped the sheets tighter and whimpered.
“Dad, please…”
He chuckled.
“Hang in there sport, you know how hard your Father gets eating pussy he made.”
Now that mother's gone, I have to replace her marital obligations with my beloved Father, the truth is no one loves him like I do and no woman is going to make him feel the immense pleasure I am capable of giving him with my hungry mouth...