Chapter 11

Date: Sun, 16 Dec 2018 00:08:23 +1100 From: Taylor Foxx taylor.foxx.author@gmail.com Subject: The Mistake Text Message Part 11

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The Mistake Text Message | Final Chapter

It took a moment for his words to register. "Pop your cherry." I couldn't believe it. Not only was my father telling me that he wanted to fuck me - to put his cock up my ass... he was openly acknowledging the fact that I was a virgin. Not just a virgin to getting ass fucked - but a virgin entirely.

I'd thought about my first time a lot over the past few years. What teenage boy doesn't? I imagined myself fucking Becky after prom, hiking up her dress. I'd pictured myself having a romantic fuck with Caroline in her big bed. I'd pictured tag-teaming Misty with a couple of my buddies from school at a party.

I'd never, ever expected my first time to be a late-night fuck with my own dad. I mean, "Remember your first time" is a topic of conversation at school. It's something my future girlfriends will ask me about. What would I say? Even if I lied, how would I feel knowing that the truth was, my first time was letting my dad rail me so I could suck his cum up.

"Tick tock," my dad said, grabbing his nuts, which were glistening with my spit. Fuck, he knew me so well. He knew that just flashing those hairy sacks, where my ultimate treasure was hiding, would get me back on track.

"How... how do you want to do this?" I heard myself ask. My dad smiled.

**

I smiled at my boy. I couldn't believe it - he was really going to let me take his virginity. I felt a bit bad about that - but what was making me feel bad was almost making me hornier than I'd ever been. It was turning me on like crazy to know that every time my son thought of his first time, he would inevitably think of his old man and his addiction to my cum.

My horniness must have outweighed my guilt, because I couldn't stop stroking myself as I thought about how I wanted to fuck him. I didn't get to fuck ass much - I'd had some fumbling "experiments' in college, but for the most part, my cock only went in pussy.

I looked at my son's face and realized pretty quickly that I wanted to take him from behind. Though I was more than excited to fuck his ass, looking him in the eyes while I did it might be too much.

"Get on all fours," I commanded.

My son still looked hesitant, but soon enough he was on all fours facing the top of his bed, his ass now facing me. And damn, it was a nice ass. I took a moment just to marvel at the plump rump in front of me. I'd seen that ass so many times over the years - but not since the boy had grown up. In some ways, it still reminded me of the little butt I used to swat when the boy used to misbehave. It still had that baby-smooth hairlessness, the somewhat jiggly cheeks. But it had firmed up as my boy had gone through puberty, too, now looking absolutely pert and fuckable. I couldn't believe I was thinking that about my own kid, but the cock wants what it wants.

I shuffled forward and grabbed my son by the hips, feeling him wince under my touch. The boy was nervous as hell, of course. A cock up the ass is no laughing matter, especially one like my giant, thick, throbbing meat.

I gave his cheeks another swat as I pulled them apart to look at what I really wanted--that hole.

"Fuck," I whispered. Hole wasn't even really a fair word. The kid was so tight, there was no blackness in the center of his smooth, pink pucker. How could something so tight still seem so inviting? Why did seeing how small his little hole was make me want to stretch it open as wide as possible?

I gently ran my hand up and down the boy's crack. Staring at his twitching hole as I did, I couldn't help but realize how easy it was to forget that this was my son. It could be any boy. Hell, his cock and balls were small enough (compared to mine) that it would be easy enough to think of this as some slutty woman's ass.

But I didn't want to. This whole thing happened because of who we are - father and son. There was no way to untangle that from the sex that's about to happen, so I decided instead to embrace it.

"You gonna let your dad fuck you?" I grunted to the boy as I lined my cock up so it was only centimeters from his hole.

"Y-yes," came his shaky reply.

I let my cock make contact with his crack, as gently as possible. Again he winced, but he didn't pull away as I held onto his slender hips.

"Let me hear you say it," I said.

He turned around to look at me, his innocent face drained of blood. "Say what, Dad?"

"Tell me you want me to fuck you."

"I want you..."

I pressed my cock against his hole with pressure this time. "Yes?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"You do?" I said.

He nodded and wiggled his hips a big. I gave him another firm smack on the ass.

"Tell me what you want. Who do you want to fuck you?"

"You, Dad."

"Say it."

**

"I want you to fuck me, dad-daddy."

Suddenly, I felt embarrassed. When was the last time I had called him that? Not since I was a kid. Why was I reverting to that childish name for my dad? Why now, of all times?

"Again," he commanded, squeezing my hips.

"I want you to fuck me, daddy. Please, dad. Fuck me. Put your cock in me and give me your cum."

"Always with the cum" he teased.

Then, for a moment, I thought he had cum on my hole. But turning my head, I realized it wasn't cum - Dad had just spat onto my hole. Fuck. Suddenly this felt so real. My heart started to pound.

"I'm gonna give you that cum, don't worry. But first I gotta find a way into this hole."

I felt my dad pull his cock away, and quickly replace it with his fingers. Slowly the pressed and teased at my hole, and I'm not going to lie

• it felt good. Almost like a massage in a very sensitive area.

"You gonna let me in, kiddo?" he said, now using his own nickname from a bygone era.

"Y-yes daddy," I said, pushing my hips back. Fuck, why was I putty in his hands like this? I was starting to actually want this.

I closed my eyes, pressing my face down into my pillow, as I tried to imagine what it would be like to have dad actually shoot up my ass. I tried to imagine what it would look like in that dark space, if I could actually see it. His cock first pulsating, giving its "warning sign" as I had come to think of it. Then the jets of cum would start. Oh god, that cum. So much of the creamy stuff would coat my insides, painting my virgin hole with it. Oh god... I wanted him to...

"AH!" I cried out. Suddenly the gentle massage my dad was giving me had changed. "Is that.. your... your??""

**

"Is that my cock?" I asked, trying not to laugh at the boy. It wasn't his fault that he didn't know the difference between my cock and my thumb.

"No," I said. "Just a finger. Try to relax."

Easier said than done, I guess. Now the boy was definitely squirming, trying to pull away as I gripped his hip with my free hand. I'd seen this before the few times I'd fucked a woman up the ass - there is the initial panic that goes away if you can just keep them on it.

"Shhhh.... sh sh" I said to my whimpering son. It was strange how so much from his childhood was coming back in this most adult of moments. The nicknames we were using for each other - Daddy, Kiddo, and now the same "shushing" technique I used to use when he would come crying to me after scraping his knee.

"Shhhh," I soothed. "You can do it, buddy. You have to let daddy in."

Just like it did on scraped knees, my soothing voice seemed to work on my son's cunt. Soon enough, his pained whispers died down into heavy breathing, and then, once I started to move in and out of him with my thumb, quiet little moans. I could tell he was trying to hide it - probably didn't want to know he was actually enjoying being fingered by his father.

Soon enough I upgraded him to some of the longer fingers, really getting to explore him. The hole was still tight as fuck, but it was loose enough now that I thought maybe, just maybe.

It was fortunate for both of us that I produced so much precum. It would make excellent lube and... oh. I was suddenly struck by a wonderful idea.

I thought back to those scraped-knee days, and how I had helped my boy get over his little bumps and bruises. Usually, along with my shushing voice, a sweet treat would do - a lollipop or something.

I slowly pulled out my finger and lined my cock up to his hole, letting my dick slobber all over it as I talked him up.

"Daddy's going to go in now, ok baby boy?"

"Y-yes daddy," he whimpered as I pressed into him.

"It's going to hurt. I know you know that. But I need you to be big and strong. I need you to think about what it's going to get you if you let daddy fuck you. I'm gonna plant my seed so deep inside you, it will never come out. But you have to want that. You have to go for that."

"I will, dad. I will."

"I know you will, boy. But I think I might know how to make this a bit easier for you. Just get ready."

I milked my cock against his hole, not only making his little pucker sloppy with my pre-fuck juice, but also coating my entire hand.

You ready?" I said.

**

It was just one word, but it was one of the hardest to say in my life. Saying the word would change everything. It would be the moment that I told my father I was ready for him to dick me, to take my virginity away with his cock. But still, I said it without hesitation.

"Ready."

"Ok," he said. "Now here's something to focus on."

Two things happened at the same time, both extremely overwhelming.

For starters, my dad's hand suddenly clamped over my mouth and nose. It was terrifying, suddenly having my air cut off, except that I almost immediately realized there was something about my dad's hand that was... well, I know it's strange, but for me, it was the best possible outcome - my dad's hand was covered in his precum.

Precum was currently ranked as my second favorite liquid on Earth - only after the actual cum my dad produced. But still, precum was awesome. Not only did it herald the way for his actual cum, but most importantly, it came out of his dick. That's really what made me want his cum - that it was produced in his balls, created inside his body, and passed through his cock into the world. Precum travelled the same journey, and that was good enough for me.

I would have normally started lapping at it like a dog, except that at the same time as he pressed his hand over my face, he popped my cherry. He put his dick to me. He stole my v card. My dad fucked me.

Or at least, he'd popped the head in. But that is really it, isn't it? That's the thing about butt sex - anything past the ring counts. There is no such thing as "just the tip." You can't back down from that. It's not like I could have said, "Ya know, dad, I don't think I want your cock at all. Can you pull it out?" Even if he did, there was no way that this didn't count as having sex with my father.

Of course, I also couldn't ask politely because I was screaming my head off into his hand.

**

I almost stopped, I really did. The way the boy was screaming was even more intense than I'd ever expected, even with just my cock head in him. My horniness had once again gotten the best of me, but I could stop now and pull out and apologize.

I started to do just that, and pulled my hand away from his face. My son jerked away from me, trying to get off my cock--or so I thought.

Leaning forward, I saw that my son wasn't trying to pull off my dick. Or maybe he was, but he was also trying to do something else--lick my slimy hand. Yes, even with his very first cock up his ass, my son wanted to taste his daddy's dick slime.

I decided not to pull out after all, but experiment. I held my hand just out of his reach, keeping my other hand firmly on his hip so he couldn't pull forward anymore.

"You want it, son?" I said. "You wanna taste it?"

Through his screams, I thought I heard him say something like a yes.

"Hold on. You can have it. But you gotta relax. Relax that cunt. Let daddy into your hole if you want it."

**

I didn't like him calling my ass "cunt." It felt wrong and vile, but with everything else going on, his name-calling was the least of my troubles. I could see Dad's hand in front of me, the clear, slick precum shining in strings between his fingers. It was a visual reminder that I'd once again missed my chance to have some of my dad's DNA inside me. It's what I wanted more than anything, and it was just out of my reach...

And what dad was asking me to do was impossible! My ass felt like it was on fire, and I could feel my hole spasming wildly around the head of his cock. I wanted nothing more than to just pop it out... well, almost nothing more. The only thing I wanted more was to taste those slimy fingers in front of me.

As I focused on them, I somehow managed to achieve the impossible. My hole still felt like it was on fire, but the pulsating rhythm of my broken hole slowed ever so gradually.

**

Back just a few months ago, I would have been proud if he'd told me he'd gotten an A in chemistry. Or that he'd decided to take up a sport. Or that he'd found a girlfriend.

Now, though, I had a whole new sense of what pride meant for my relationship with my son. Now, I was proud that the boy was able to focus enough on the prize ahead of him to loosen up and let me please myself. I was proud at his dedication to my precum and his sacrifice for my cock.

My son's hole definitely opened up. It was as clear as if he'd said the words "Come in" out loud--though he didn't, because I'd brought my hand forward just enough for him to reach out his little pink tongue and lap at my palm.

**

I know you won't believe me, but I meant it when I say I was never happier to have some of my dad's precum than at that very moment. Don't get me wrong--I was always thrilled to taste the liquids that came out of my father's cock. But at that moment, a taste of his warm, sticky precum was exactly what I needed to distract me from the fact that my own dad was tearing my ass apart.

It wasn't just the insane pain in my hole that I needed distraction from. It was the mental side of it too - the thoughts about what we were doing, what all of this meant that were flooding my mind.

I was having gay sex with my own biological father. The same cock that gave me life was now popping my cherry. My first time, ever, with anyone, would be with my own dear dad.

And so I did what any boy in my situation would do. Well, any boy who was able to find comfort and peace by tasting his dad's cock snot. Don't ask me how, but somehow, when my tongue finally hit his slimy palm, my whole world sort of shifted. Sure, I still felt the pain, and I couldn't get over what was happening, but the anxiety and trauma of it all seemed to melt away, at least a little, when I tasted his precum. Or at least, they didn't matter as much--because the hunger in my brain took over, and I my focus magnetically pulled to the task at hand: transferring the sweet nectar of his precum from his big, rough hand into my body.

My dad must have mistaken my hungry lapping for an invite deeper into my sphincter. Still, he was kind enough to feed me more of his hand while he slipped into me. Soon I was sucking on his fingers hungrily, until I had all four of them shoved in my mouth while my dad bottomed out in my butt.

**

It struck me at that moment just how hungry my son was. Had I done this? Had I turned him into this human vacuum by messing with his attraction to my cum? Had all of my games turned him into the sucking, open creature writhing beneath me?

It wasn't just that his virgin hole was swallowing every inch of my penis. His face hole seemed to be just as hungry as his back door, sucking on my hand. And I do mean my whole hand. It apparently wasn't enough for him to just have one appendages in him; he apparently wanted to swallow my arm.

I tried to ignore the piggish sounds he was making as I leaned forward, putting my full weight on to him and pinning him beneath me on his now sweaty sheets.

"That's it," I said, growling into his ear. This wasn't my first time at the rodeo. I'd picked a few girls' cherries back in my college years. It was a bit embarrassing to compare my own son to the nameless chicks I used to bang, but the mechanics were the same. Lean into the dick, coo some encouragement in their ear, and then you can start with the little tiny mini thrusts to get them used to some movement.

"Good boy," I said, bucking my hips back and forth just a few centimeters. "Let daddy in. You'll get what you want if you just open up for daddy. You gonna be a good boy and open up for me? Huh?"

My boy's mouth was a little too full of my precummy hand to answer, but his hole told me everything I needed to know. My son's sphincter was still spasming and contracting around me, but his "contractions" were getting fewer and farther between.

"Goooood boy," I said, picking up my speed and depth. "Think you got all that precum off? Cause I'm gonna take my hand out, and I don't want any screaming, ok?"

**

I started to panic, realizing my dad was about to take away my source of comfort and sanity--his precummy hand. But somehow, my racing mind managed to piece together a bit of logic that bubbled to the surface of my consciousness.

I knew my Dad was fucking me bare. He hadn't done anything to make me think he was going to put on a condom--hadn't even brought it up. And why would he? He was my father, I was his virgin son. It wasn't like I was going to get knocked up or pregnant, and being a virgin, the risk of anything else was low.

Which meant that all of that precum he was streaming out right now was going directly into me. Which meant, judging by the way his cock felt inside me, his precum was currently oozing around my chest cavity.

Call it mindful meditation, but picturing that image, of what his cock head was doing inside me, helped me keep my screams under control as he pulled away his hand. Sure, I was still moaning and yelping from time to time, but I felt myself relax, and suddenly, I was starting to have thoughts like, "I wish he could go deeper," and "I wish I could see it."

**

"Thaaaaat's it," I groaned as I felt my son loosen up beneath me. "Let your dad fuck you. Atta boy."

It was strange fucking my son, but calling the person I was fucking "boy" was also novel to me. I'd fucked around before, but not in any serious way with guys. Looking down at my big cock going in and out of his smooth little hole, it was almost easy to forget that this wasn't some chick taking my cock, but my own son.

And fuck, it felt good. His ass was still so tight, and while it wasn't actively pushing me out anymore, I still had to work pretty hard to get up a rhythm. My son was yelping every time I thrust in, but he wasn't crying or asking me to stop, so I kept going, making my thrusts longer and deeper as I built up a sweat.

Fuck it--he felt so good that I was sure I was going to cum in him, despite having just gotten started. I was just about to announce this to him when I heard his voice, strangled and muffled between moans, call out...

"Daddddy?"

I paused, almost ready to just ignore him and bust my nut anyway. But I held off, my cock half in him, to hear what he had to say.

"Yes, son?"

"Daddy... I want to... ugh... watch you..."

"You want to what now?" I said. I intentionally throbbed my cock, trying to stop it from cumming.

"I want to watch... you fuck me..."

Oh Jesus. Now that was a request. My boy wasn't happy being on his stomach, facing away from the action. He wanted to watch his old man plunder his ass. How could I say no?

"All right," I said, pulling my cock out of him with a satisfying POP. "Roll over."

**

Despite the fact that I'd been wanting my Dad to take his cock out of me ever since he put it in, the moment it was out of me, I knew I had a new issue on my hand. My obsession with my Dad wasn't just about his cum anymore. It was about me having him inside me - his cock, and his seed.

And so, though my ass was screaming, I quickly flipped over onto my back, now facing my hairy, sweaty creator.

Without a word, my Dad grabbed my ankles and lifted them back over my head.

I felt his wet, blunt tip at my hole, pressing. Dad looked down at me, straight into my eyes.

"Ready?"

I nodded, even though I wasn't sure.

**

It was hard to choose between watching my fat cock slide back into my son's hole, or watching his face as he tried to cope with it. I switched back and forth between the two views until my cock head was gone. Then I returned to locking eyes with my son, holding it there as his little butt swallowed up my cock.

"FUCK YEAH!" I cried out as I bottomed out in his cunt. It really was like a cunt. If fucked ass before, mostly on women, and normally a butt doesn't swallow up a dick like this. But my son, after just a few minutes of me opening him up, seems more than capable of taking all of my dick, as long as he's allowed to moan and whine a bit.

"You like that cock, don't you?" I asked as I began to fuck him again.

"Uh...uh..." he said. He was a bit tongue twisted, apparently, feeling my entire length. So I asked again.

" You like that dick? You want it?"

"I-- UGH FUCK - yes dad. I do. I want it. I love it," he moaned out, still staring me in the eye. "I-- I... I LOVE YOU!"

I paused again, this time with just my head in him. Where had that come from? I hadn't heard him use those words in a long time -- I figured they were too embarrassing for a teenager to say to his own father.

But now... now of all times? While I had him on his back, naked, fucking the virginity out of him?

The boy must have registered the surprised in my eyes, because he went red in the cheeks. Suddenly I felt a swell of love for the boy myself. Sure, I still wanted to pound his ass into oblivion. But he was my son... my baby... and I loved him. So I told him.

"I love you too, son. And I love this," I said, grabbing his ass with my hand as I thrust into it.

Then, almost as if I was magnified, I leaned forward and did something I never thought I would do in a million years. I kissed him.

Not just a peck, either. I kissed him like I used to kiss his mother when I fucked her. Deep, wet, sloppy, my mouth covering his entire mouth as I probed his face hole with my tongue. I grunted into his mouth as I began to thrust faster.

**

Well, fuck. Not only did my Dad take my virginity, he also took my first kiss. I'd pecked a few girls at school, but never like this. It was so wet and intense - I felt like I couldn't do anything but let him explore both ends of me.

My father deepened our kiss and deepened his thrusts as the same time, and I started to feel dizzy. I thought for a moment that I was going to pass out, but it wasn't from pain... it was from something else. The kiss, the fucking, was doing something insane to me.

Somehow, making out and having sex with my dad was making me feel like I was melting. Pressed underneath his hairy, sweaty body, I started to feel so small and helpless--and I liked it.

My Dad was never the ultimate loving, caring father. As a child, he was more likely to tell me to walk it off when I scraped a knee instead of kissing it better, or he'd dismiss the monster under the bed as just a silly idea, instead of pretending to investigate it. Maybe that's why I was loving this so much. I was finally getting all of his male, fatherly attention. I could tell by the way he was kissing me that my father was completely inside his rut. The pain of his rough pounding was now completely replaced by my awareness of how important it was that I let him get his nut in my pussy.

Pussy. Did I really just refer to my own butthole as a pussy? Why did that word suddenly pop into my head? Perhaps it was because my ass really did feel more like a pussy. Asses are for shitting. Pussies are for taking cock. So that meant, right now, my ass was my father's pussy. And I couldn't be happier.

Fuck my pussy. I thought. But--oh! Did I say that out loud?

**

I was just coming up for air when I heard my son say it. "Fuck my pussy." I almost didn't hear him say it, but I did. It took a moment to register. Pussy? Why was he calling his ass a pussy?

I sat up a bit looked down. I didn't slow my thrusts, just watched my cock appear and disappear into my son's ass. It was mesmerizing to watch, and soon I was marveling as I pulled my entire cock out of his hole, then pushed back into the hungry opening. His hole was still tight as fuck, but there was almost no resistance from him or his sphincter. My cock squished in and out of his wet hole, and I had to admit, he had a point. In fact, some pussies put up more of a fight than my kid's hole. And since this hole was untouched virgin snow less than an hour ago, that meant one thing...

"You got a hungry cunt, don't ya, boy?" I said. Testing the waters. I wanted to see how it went over.

His almost instant reply suggested it went over well.

"Yes, Daddy," he whimpered. "Feed my cunt."

I pulled my cock out of him, letting it hover at the entrance to his hole.

"Ah ah ah," I admonished. "What's the magic word?"

My son looked up at me, a stupid look on his face. It was clear he was stressed not having me in him all of the sudden. I saw it down on him slowly.

"Please..." he said. "Please, daddy. Please fuck my pussy!"

"Awww fuck yeah, baby," I said, and once again buried my cock in him.

"You want me to give you lots of cock, then?" I said.

Another nod. Another thrust.

"And you want me to take your cunt whenever I want it?"

Another nod.

"And you want to... be my house boy? Clean and cook? Do my laundry?"

Nods all around. I leaned forward, speaking right into his face.

"I need a lot of pussy, son. You know that?"

He nodded. "If it's like this, you can have it whenever you want, Daddy," he whimpered. "This pussy is yours!"

Fuck. Those words were going to do it. Finally I heard what I want. My son had entirely signed himself over to me. There was no way I could possibly take this game we'd started so long ago any further. He was giving his ass, his mouth, to his father, and just looking in his eyes, I could see there was no regret.

But what to do with this massive load that I was about to churn out? Every alpha male instinct in my head was telling me to knock the boy up, to dump it deep in his cunt. And honestly, if he had brought me to climax earlier, before we kissed, I would have done just that.

But now, looking down at him as he took my cock so well, I felt compelled to offer the boy a choice. I stopped thrusting, holding back my orgasm as best I could, and leaned forward to give him one more deep kiss.

Then I looked into his eyes...

**

"Daddy needs to come, boy. Where do you want it?"

My mind was so cloudy, it was hard to think. The cock in my ass, coupled with my father's kisses, had put me into a mental state of absolute bliss and stupidity. It was how I felt the few times I'd had the chance to taste my Dad's cum after he'd shot it. But now...

His cum. He was offering it to me. I could tell, looking into his eyes and by the tone of his gentle voice, that there were no tricks this time. No cruel withholding. He was giving me the choice of where I wanted his cum.

I'd like to say I hesitated. I wish I could tell you I carefully considered the option of having him squirt in my ass. I want to say that after his cock had been in my ass, I wanted it nowhere near my mouth.

But in reality, the opposite was true. I knew right away where I wanted it, and the fact that his cock was covered in my ass juices didn't even factor into the equation.

Unfortunately, due to the deep haze he'd fucked me into, I was unable to speak. So (and I know I probably looked pathetic), I just opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.

"Damn," my Dad grunted as he unceremoniously pulled out of my cunt. "You're a fucking hungry boy. Well here ya go. Come get it."

My dad sat up on his knees, gripping his throbbing, shiny cock at the base. Despite the pain still radiating in my pussy, I quickly scrambled up and over down onto my stomach, so that my face was right in his groin.

I wrapped my lips around his mushroom-shaped cock head, knowing full well and not caring that that very same cock head had just been in my lower intestines. I positioned his dick just as I had imagined thousands of times, so that the head was resting just on the front half of my tongue. I'd read online that the back of the tongue's taste buds are best for tasting bitter, salty things, so I wanted that first squirt right there.

I did it just in time, too, because soon there was one throb, then another, and then...

I cannot describe for you how it felt to feel the first shot of my father's cum on my tongue, knowing that it had gone directly from his balls to my taste buds. It was overwhelming in every sense of the world. I felt as though I'd just graduated from medical school or ran a marathon; the sense of accomplishment I felt finally tasting his hot, thick cum fresh from the source surprised me. But I'd worked so damn hard, and now it was happening.

It was overwhelming in another sense; there was just so much of it. I had expected, for some reason, to be able to really savor that first squirt, but before I had even really gotten my head around it, my father dumped several more ropes of my brothers and sisters into my mouth, completely flooding me.

I did my best to contain it all, puffing out my cheeks as he shot four, five, six more squirts into my mouth. I desperately hoarded that cum like a chipmunk, not ready to swallow it, but also not ready to let any of it escape.

There were so many spurts I lost count, but as they winded down, I felt my Dad's hand on the back of my head. His extended groan that he let out when cumming finally subsided as the last few spurts filled my oral cavity.

**

"Thaaaat's my boy," I mumbled, coming back from what was, no doubt, the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. I patted his head, still watching intently the tight seal he'd made around my cock head. Any moment, I expected to see some of my spill pour out. I was actually kind of looking forward to it. I suppose my sadistic streak hadn't gone away entirely, because I wanted to see the look of stress and desperation on his face as my seed dropped out of his mouth.

But the boy didn't drop any. At first I thought he'd swallowed it all right away, but then I realized, looking at his bulging cheeks and the way he was breathing heavily through his nose, that... good lord, he hadn't swallowed it yet.

"You still holding onto it?" I asked, taking my hand off the back of his head.

The boy nodded his head just a tiny bit. Damn. This kid really was hungry for my cum.

"Show Daddy," I said.

Carefully, as if he were carrying something incredible delicate and valuable in his mouth, my son pulled back, letting my cock head escape. The boy was sucking hard as he pulled back, obviously trying to keep my cock head clean while still getting all of the cum in his mouth.

When he was off me, he flopped over onto his back, took a deep breath through his nose, and opened his mouth, blushing.

"Damn," I whispered, staring down. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My own son was laying naked beneath me on his own bed, his mouth open, showing off. I couldn't even see his tongue--that's how much I shot in him. But I knew that tongue was in there, tasting the huge load I'd shot nearly up to his front teeth.

"You happy?" I asked him, still marveling at the sight. He gave me another micro nod to let me know he was happy.

"Good," I said. "I think you should take every load like this."

Another tiny nod, and a brief noise that made it sound like he was gargling my jizz.

"Either in that mouth or in that cunt, huh baby boy?" I said.

A nod and a louder noise, and then, this time, an intentional gargle of my cum. He was showing me how happy he was.

"All right, then," I said. "Your ass and your mouth are mine, officially. Every load of mine you'll get. But you have to be ready when I come calling, ok?" I said.

**

Now I knew how girls felt when they heard the man they loved propose to them. Those words brought me such joy and happiness when I was already at what I thought was the limit of my bliss.

Now I needed to say something to him, so I knew it was time. I wanted to swallow this load while it was still hot, which means I had to let it go.

Saying one final goodbye to the sperm, I relaxed my throat muscles and felt my father's cum slither its way down into my body. I was so elated by it, knowing that those sperms would soon be absorbed into my very being. But now that I had my mouth clear, I had to answer his question.

I smacked my lips a few times, savoring the taste of him. And then, looking up into his eyes, his cock still bouncing above me, I said," Yes, Dad. All you have to do is text me."