In My Mouth

Dad continues to move his hips, every movement fluidic and smooth. Gentle and slow, Dad does not so much thrust inside, as glide past my lips. I flex my tongue underneath his cock as he pushes in, keeping my eyes focused upwards, set upon his.

Each time his crown slides into my throat, I start to swallow until his balls touch my lower lip. He smiles with pleasure and pride, and I moan delicately as his shaft withdraws. Dad's smile is handsome and incredible, as pleasant as aromatic musk.

I smile up at him, as he continues to roll his hips, true to his word, never slamming. Dad promised me tenderness, and Dad delivered, inarguably. As his cock starts to pulse, I look up at him, and Dad smiles down at me, his lips twitching to a side.

I continue to suck, as best I can, grinding my tongue against his sensitive frenulum each time he pulls all the way back and starts to slide back in. His pulsing cock continues to slide in, all the way to the hilt, before he glides back out of me, again.

“I am close,” Dad warns me, even if he has no need to. I can't exactly speak, with such a massive cock utterly suppressing my tongue. His warning is nice to hear, not because it's a confirmation he's almost done, but that I am servicing him well.

His hips sway, and he pulls almost totally free of me, leaving only about half of his crown in my mouth. I look up quietly, maintaining eye contact, as the first jet of his seed pumps onto my tongue. My eyes widen as taste, and texture, register.

Dad's release is creamy and thick, with a rich and flavourful sweetness. He feeds it into my mouth, positioned perfectly to ensure I get every drop on my tongue. I force myself to resist the temptation to gulp it down, waiting for his third pulse.

Six times in all, I swallow, as Dad's cock pumps eighteen shots over around two minutes. I smile up at him, drinking him without hesitation or shame. Eyes like dark brown diamond watch me swallow for him, and he draws out the last drops.

I lick up the last of his cream from his crown, and he pulls back, letting my mouth set empty as I swallow. I smile up and open my mouth, letting him see it empty, before I speak. “Thank you for feeding me that. The article didn't do it justice.”

“You've been curious about that ever since we read that article, huh?” he asks, smirking smugly, “You know you could've just asked your mother or me if you could have some milk.” He's teasing me now, because he knows full well I had no clue.

“I had no way to know you and Mom both produce milk!” I protest as expected, “You never mentioned that you and Mom are milk-producers! The article said the condition is rare to uncommon, and science still doesn't entirely understand it.”

“Of course they don't, humans have this weird reluctance to scientifically study male or female ejaculate,” Dad observes, stroking his cock unabashedly in front of my face, “Do you want some more? I'm going to need another round of service.”

“Deal!” I answer immediately, “Let's do this! I'd love some more milk, Dad!” He grins at me, stroking my hair lovingly, and nods. I lean forward, his hand on my head, and I lick his cock with as much of my tongue as I can, from his hilt to his helm.

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