But... I'm your son...

"But I'm your son," I said.

Dad got up, his cock out and hard. He handed me a piece of paper that was on the table. It was a print out of one of my stories. He pointed to those very words in the story, where I said "But I'm your son."

"How... how many did you read?" I asked. I noticed now that there were print outs of many stories on the table.

"All of them," dad said. "At first it was disgusting but I was convinced the more I read. Now, baby girl, start sucking dad's dick."

"Dad, that's just a fantasy, I--"

Dad was stronger than me and he pushed me down to the floor. And since I was speaking, he rammed his cock down my throat. I could barely breathe as he held my head down on his cock.

"You like that don't you slut? So many of your stories have you deep-throating daddy."

I couldn't answer, his cock still in my mouth. I gagged on it and he pulled out a bit.

"Fuck dad, you're fucking your son's mouth..."

"My girl's mouth, " he corrected. "Now take off your shirt so I can play with your tits."

"But dad--"

"What did I say, bitch?" Dad said. To punctuate his point he slapped my mouth with his cock.