The man is none other than my biological father

Out of all the men in the search radius of my phone, why did I end up with my own father? His name, Robert, appeared on my app as a request and at the time, I thought little of it. There was bound to be a chance a name like the one my father has ends up requesting me for a session. And now here I was, on my knees before him, his cock being serviced by my female mouth no less. Not only was it emasculating, it totally changed the dynamic between us as individuals, in my head at least. To him, I was just a young woman named Charlene, sucking his cock for money.

He is reacting just like any man would. As my tongue runs along the sensitive areas of the head of his cock, he cannot help but moan and groan. While it's the only response I'm getting out of him, I do notice he is quite in control of whatever sensations he's feeling. I'm not going to lie, from the day I left home to live by myself as an adult, his physique has changed. He is still twice my age, but he has the body of someone at peak fitness. He looks more better than I am as Charles.

There may be a reason for this change. I did not keep up with family affairs, but I know that my father recently...