I Suc Your Coc You Fuc My Face

You straddle my chest pushing your glorious cock towards my face.

You are as sexually aroused as a man can be, fully tumescent, powerfully, potently swollen so engorged your veins are prominent down your cock shaft. You are shaven and without the concealing, confusing fuzz of curly pubic hair your full, mighty and magisterial length is revealed.

Your glans, your cock head is so swollen it is part emerged from your prepuce, the foreskin, which is half peeled back, held by the very widest part of your swollen cock, just above your corona, the sharp edge of your cock helmet. The exposed tip of your glans glistens and shines plum-purple, a powerful portent of your potency.

Below hang your heavy balls, loaded with your sperm you will, when I have pleasured you, release into me. They rest between my lips and nostril, so I can breath your musk scent. I gently lick your scrotum, running my tongue between your two testicles.

It makes you pulse even faster making you cock bob and throb Ben more. I stare transfixed by your majestic, powerful manhood which so urgently needs pleasuring to take you towards ecstatic relief and an eruption of an ejaculation.

Your glans nods before me, so close I am cross eyed as I fix my gaze on your meatus, your urethral opening, the small, super sensitive slit, almost with its own micro-labia, from which your torrents of sperm will be released. It is like I am hypnotised by how it moves in time with your pounding heartbeat.

Oh, the joy, this is the cock of my father, that decades earlier impregnated my mother and now will breed into the son it helped create.

God, you are a fucking gorgeous man with a beautiful penis in magnificent erection, a throbbing, pulsing visualization of your need to breed. Oh, how you deserve the oral worship I am to give you. I am exactly as you want me, spreadeagled on my back on the bed, hands and feet bound to each corner of the bed frame, only able to move my head. It is your desire today to breed with me, today, here, now into my mouth.

We have planned ahead, some essentials are ready on the bedside table.

You lower yourself slightly so now I can feather my tongue onto your meatus, you reach down to hold you cock still. I dance and glide over it, oh it is so sensitive that it makes you shudder and moan. We both lean towards each other, I open my mouth and as I close my tongue around the edge of your glans' helmet, you let go your cock and hold my head in your hands.

I suck deeply on your cock head, working my tongue all over the exposed top, which is so sensitive you shudder with the pleasure. I work some saliva from the back of my mouth forward to wet and lubricate you.

Gently, oh so gently, I close my teeth on your naked glans, your gasp is both pleasure and fear; am I going to bite you? Of course not, softly, almost ghostlike like a butterfly kiss, I ease them back until they meet the rise of your foreskin, stretched so tight half way down your glans, held by the widest part of your helmet above your corona.

With the gentlest, softest nip of my teeth, more urgent lips and soothing tongue I work your prepuce back. You instinctively push into me, the unsheathing, the degloving of your cock head is a key part of your breeding, releasing your full sensitivity so the mass of nerves there can be tormented into the frenzy of ecstasy that triggers your testicles to attain orgasmic relief, the very act of breeding itself.

I release your glans from its light, my lightest of bites and run my lips all the way down to the base of your cock. I have practiced for you on a dildo and my gag reflex is suppressed as the magnificent fullness of your large, plum like glans kisses the back of my throat.

Your breathing begins to race at the pleasuring of your penis.

I suck my lips to your shaft as I pull back up, gliding until I stop on the sharp, now prominent edge of glans corona. With my tongue I work more saliva forward in my mouth, to my lips and use it to glide back down your shaft. Slowly, rhythmically I glide up and down, back and forth the length of your shaft below the corona down to your cock root.

Your shaft is sensitive and tantalized by this torment, but I am not working your glans, yet, it slides your, warmly, wetly but gently in the back of my mouth. Your glans, where you have your greatest concentration of nerves, is bathed softly in my wet, warm embrace but it is not being highly stimulated. You can enjoy this pleasuring of your cock length without, quite, yet, being triggered to the avalanche of sensation driving ejaculation.

You gasp and sigh, struggling against the instinctive imperative of intercourse to forcefully, repeatedly impale me on your cock length until your desire, your animal need to breed is met.

Sensing your need to breed into me, I stop the rhythmic glide and hold your glans in the entry of your mouth, the width of the corona keeping you there. I lick around your frenulum, where your foreskin attaches to the base of your glans. It is so sensitive there you start to gasp and instinctively thrust, but hold yourself back to short, urgent movement, further tormenting yourself.

With this tantalizing torment of sensations rushing through your body you at last trigger your ecstatic cascade to orgasmic relief. You let out a long yes, a yell of orgasmic bliss and a surge of joy rushes through me that I have brought you too, then shared, in your ecstasy. My body shudders with the pleasure, I feel a drop of precum ooze from my own rock hard cock. But today, her, now, I give my mouth to you and my own cock is left alone, not deserving of your love or its own release.

With urgency I take suck on your meatus to extract all of my Dad's man-milk I can, thirsting for more. One, two, three more distinct gushes of cum are milked from you, making you groan at this extra demand for your ejaculate.

I pull away, you look down at me and see me open my mouth to show your the thick strings of your semen you have bred into me. I swallow and show you I have taken all of my Father-seed into me.

But this is not to be a one cum and done. You have told me before we started I must now tease and torment you back to tumescence. You raise yourself from me, turn and pivot then lower yourself to straddle me backwards over my face, now presenting your anus and bollocks for my attention.

Looking back between your legs you look back at me, your adoring, adored son, I nod, I am ready.

You lower yourself onto me, your manly musk is at its most powerful here, a heady and intoxicating scent. I lift my head and pucker my lips around your anal sphincter. As I kiss I and suck your puckered anus I work my tongue around your sensitive asshole. You gasp with the intensity of sensation your most private, intimate place gets from my loving ministration. You push your asshole down on to my mouth.

You lift your ass so I can lick you lush anus, working my way around so you groan with pleasure. You grind your ass down onto my tongue as I lick and slurp. You shiver with anticipation of what is next.

"Mouthwash." You order, pouring a slug into my mouth so I cleanse myself after worshipping your asshole, you pass me the mug to spit into.

Then you present yourself scrotum to me and gently I suck in one of your sweet plum testicles, the genesis of my own being. I roll your ball around my mouth, sucking and pulling so the sensations fire up through your body.

I open my mouth wider and gently suck in your other ball. My mouth is now full with the essence of your masculinity, firm, swollen with the promise of yet more your love juice that I hope upon hope will soon again flood into my mouth.

Yes! I can feel your cock root as I push my mouth up against you, that it is again swelling and stiffening. My teasing, tantalizing torment has titillated you back to tumescence, to be ready to again breed yourself into your Sons mouth.

You raise yourself to pull your testicles from my mouth, move back a little and lean forward so your cock is lowered to my lips. In this reverse position you present the more sensitive underside of your cock to me.

My tongue flicks at your urethra then licks around you purple, hard glans and frenulum. With urgency you fall forward to lie over me, using your body weight to force me to stay in place. You can now use the full power of your body to drive and thrust your cock into your Son's mouth, hammering your testicles into my nose and face.

This is no blow job, this is not subtle, this you full on, frantically, furiously, fucking my face. I can do nothing but absorb into my mouth the full length pounding of your cock as your instinct to breed consumes you.

It feels wonderful to have Dad pounding into me, expressing your physical love for your Son and desire, your animal need to breed into my mouth. At such a pace you cannot, no man could, sustain this long and as your groan with the neural explosion in your brain you drive your cock into my throat, your body weight pushing it further, deeper in as you collapse on me, consumed with bliss.

Powerful pulses of your cum are propelled into my mouth, swallowed as in my way I yearn to breed with you.

You are spent and lie on me, your softening cock still in my mouth. Your breathing eases as you relax and lying like that, me still helpless beneath you with you still in me, you drift into a blissful sleep.