Gary shrugs and spreads his arms wide.

Gary laughed. He shrugged and spread his arns wide. "Paint my face? Sure. Whatever," he said, breaking into another fit of laughter. "I mean." He shook his head and looked at his dad's hard dick. "You were just UP MY BUTT."

Hank smiled and kept stroking up and down his shaft. "Glad you liked it."

Gary said, "Ha ha, I mean, yeah, well. Maybe I'll like this. I mean." He laughed.

"Mmmmmhhh," Hank sighed. His balls twitched. It had felt so good when Gary was coming on his cock.

"Do it, Hank, do it!" Veevee urged. "Frost his cake!"

"Ha ha ha ha. Mom!" Gary protested. He laughed helplessly, his face going red.

Hank's shoulders stiffened. His stroking fist stopped and he gripped his shaft tightly. He grinted. His cock head swelled and the pee-hole gaped.

"Yes, Hank, yes, yes!" Veevee cried out.

The first jet of pearly seed leaped from Hank's cock and landed on Gary's nose. Gary laughed louder.

"Haha, paint his FACE, Hank!" Veevee crowed.

Hank moaned, jacking his cock, shooting threads of warm seed onto Gary's face. Gary kept laughing, slumping down in the kitchen chair as his mom urged his dad for more, more, more, and Hank kept shooting.

Veevee put a hand behind Gary's head and turned his face to hers with her fingertips on his chin, kissing him and licking her husband's warm, sticky-slick seed off their son's face while Hank's last spurts painted them both.

"I love it when everybody comes," Veevee said. "I love you, Gary. I love you, Hank."

"I love you, Mom," Gary said. "Ooh that tickles!"

Hank only had breath for, "Mmh." He steadied himself with a hand on the kitchen counter.