Breakfast on the road

"Let's just go," you say, sneering at Pete's visible cock being slowly pumped.

Needing no further answer, your dad quickly begins pulling you along by one arm. You stumble for a second before you start to move. You can tell how much of your chest is showing by increased fury in Pete's masturbation. You tug at the corner with your free hand but there's nothing you can do with your father pulling your arm as he whisks you out the front door.

Your last glimpse of Pete as the front door closes sees him turning his attention to your mother's ass without slowing down. Fucking pervert.

Your father releases your arm and jogs around to get in the front seat of his SUV. You walk over to the passenger side and open the door.

Your face tightens as you see your father's rock hard cock, already out in hand. This better not be what he means by breakfast on the road.

"Good news, pumpkin!" Your dad says, more to your chest than to you as he slowly jerks his big cock. "I got so excited to take you to work with me that I'm ready to give you another dose on the way! Hop in!"

You sigh. You can't believe this is your life now.

You hop in, close the door, then bend down to stick his cock in your mouth. He groans with satisfaction as you engulf the head then starts the car and begins to drive. You begin a steady pace that you hope will have quick results.

"Siri, call John" you father says into the open air and the speakers in the car stereo begin to ring.

Your father begins having a conversation about work things you don't understand, barely paying attention to anything you do to his cock. As the conversation becomes more heated the engine roars louder and the driving feels more erratic. You father starts talking with his hands, gesturing wildly without holding the wheel.

You freeze around his softening dick as you hear something about share prices of animal cum. What does your father do for a living again? You regret this day already.

Your father grabs you by the pony tail and pulls your head up and down several times, like you've forgotten how to do it, then releases you. You begin bobbing on his still softening dick again as he continues to argue about various apparently outrageous figures.

You doubt he plans on stopping for breakfast.