Next Morning

I kissed him, and he pulled me close.

"Good morning," my dad told me. "How are you feeling?"

"Hm," I said. "I feel pretty great. What time is it?"

"About 11:00," he said. "I've been up for a while, but I didn't want to wake you. I have been playing with your dick."

I looked down to see that both of our cocks were hard. "Well, I'm glad you waited," I said.

"I know," my dad said. "But I couldn't wait anymore. And I can't believe I'm doing this either. I used to hate **** stories."

"Really?" I asked him. "What changed?"

"Well, you're here," my dad said. "And I guess it just feels natural now. Plus, you know, it turns me on."

"I know what you mean," I said. "Especially now."

I nodded, and looked down. His cock was getting bigger, and soon enough it was standing straight up.

"Are you ready for another round?" my dad asked me.

"As long as you don't feel weird about it," I replied.

"I never will," my dad said. "So if you want to have sex with your dad, go ahead."

"Okay," I said. I rolled over onto my stomach, and he lay on top of me.

"Do you really want to?" he asked me.

"More than anything," I admitted.

And so, I began sucking his dick. I took him into my mouth, licking and teasing him until he was hard again. When he was, we moved to the bed, and I guided his cock into me.

I moaned, and he moaned, and we fucked. We fucked long, fast, and hard. We fucked like crazy, and I came more times than I could count. Finally, his seed filled me, and we fell asleep.