The rhythm of our household changes little even with Mom away.
But on one fateful evening, Dad returns home early, catching me lost in the glow of my phone.
Dad notices the telltale signs of arousal - flushed cheeks, rapid breathing, recognizing an opportunity.
With a knowing glint in his eye, he requests to examine my phone.
As I reluctantly hand it over, he scrolls through the cache of forbidden images, absorbing the details.
His expression darkens, reflecting the turmoil brewing within. He knows a chance to get his dick sucked when he sees it.
Without a beat he takes it.
Suddenly, he forces my head downward, pressing my lips against his cock.
โYou wanna fuckinโ suck dick? Shut the fuck up! Cโmon show me how you fuckinโ suck dick!โ
The shockwave of taboo electricity courses through my veins, mingling with the taste of his pre-cum and the musky aroma of arousal.
I give in, indulge and take him in my mouth willingly.
From this moment forward, Dad and I seek every excuse to indulge in our illicit affair at every opportunity.
Feeding on each other.
Addicted.
#GayCest