In My Mouth

Dad circles around, pulling my head to the edge of the bed as he stands over me. He taps his crown against my lips and my mouth opens silently. His hand moves in long, fast, hard strokes on his rod, until the first jet of cum shoots past my lips.

I look up at him, maintaining eye contact as my Dad's cock pulses, and his cum pumps into my open mouth. He looks down at me, a satisfied, smug smirk on his handsome features. My mouth fills with his cum, and I swallow between two pulses.

Twice more, I swallow a mouthful of Dad's cum, before he wipes the last drops off on my lower lip. He tousles my hair and shakes his head. “Brainwashed little faggot slut. Nothing but a cum-dump, now, are you? Living breathing cock-sleeve?”

“Nope,” I answer cheerfully, happy my Dad sees me, “Just a cum-fed faggot cock slave, now! May I ask a question, though, Dad?” I lick his cock obediently as he steps close, putting it right in front of my mouth, again.

“Yes, you may, faggot,” Dad replies.

“Am I still your son? Am I allowed to call you Dad and call Mom, Mom?” I ask. Dad taps his prick against my lips. I start to lick and kiss his cock.

“I'll be honest. If Amy registered you as our property? The answer would be no,” Dad answers truthfully, as I worship his shaft obediently, “You would be our property. You'd address me and your mother as Master and Mistress. The twins, too.”

“However, she's registering you as free-use, which means you're nobody's property,” Dad tells me, stroking my hair while I continue licking and kissing his phallus, “So yes. You're still my son, even if you're nothing but a little faggot slut, now.”

“You are still living in our house, though,” Dad warns, “So you don't wear clothes. Ever. Not inside the house. We'll move your dresser to the living room. You can get dressed by the front door when you're going outside for any length of time.”

“No clothes in the house, no clothes in the back yard,” he tells me, and I nod, “Good faggot. Now, go to sleep, little fag.” Dad looks down at me, and I nod obediently, kissing his crown before he puts his cock away and tousles my hair gently.

Then he turns and walks out of my room, our relationship forever changed. I rest my head on my pillow and fall asleep, still smiling from my Dad calling me a faggot, having used me so thoroughly for his pleasure without worrying about me.

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