He has no idea until it happens

"Don't worry about it Baby," he says, surprised at how natural it feels to call his father "Baby." *snap* "I have today off. Come in here and I'll make you breakfast." John doesn't know what he's just done and his eyes widen in surprise. He doesn't know how to fucking cook. He goes to the fridge and starts going through it. What is breakfast food? Eggs? Eggs are breakfast food. Maybe they have some sausage. He's bent over, looking through the drawer when he feels a hand on his ass. And it feels... good. Instinctively John sways his ass invitingly, and another hand joins the first. He finds a package of breakfast sausage and straightens up, only to be pulled closer against a big strong man.

John's father is standing over him, looking older but very sexy. John's heart starts beating faster in his chest and he realizes that he feels for this man what he's never felt before. This is what it's like to be in love. He puts his hands on top of his fathers and holds them as he sways in place, feeling something grow harder in his father's pants behind him. Yes, he realizes that these feelings aren't his own, but for now he doesn't care. He just knows that he's happy feeling himself turn this wonderful man on.

"Fuck you drive me wild, Penny," his father says, burying his nose in John's hair. His parents, to his recollection, have never seemed to love each other like this. He can't help but feel like he's won something, knowing his father loves her best when he's his mother.

"How wild?" John asks, turning to face the man. His breasts are pressed against his father's ribs. George's strong hands slip around to his ass and squeeze, the action lifting John up to his toes. *snap* he's wearing high heels.

"Enough not to mind being late for work," he says, letting the implication linger between them.

Acting on pure instinct, John sinks to his knees on the kitchen floor. Wordlessly he unzips the man's slacks feeling the (*snap*) 10 inch long member straining against his underwear. George's suit pants just turn John on more. His father was such a powerful, capable man. He fishes his cock out through the fly and gives it a few light pumps, teasing more than anything, daring the man to make the next move.

George looks down at his wife, pleading with his eyes, watching her gently stroke his cock. He'd never seen her like this. The mother of his children, his gorgeous wife, so tender. He doesn't say anything, just watching.

John looks up at his father, disappointed. He had been punished for the most minor things by this man. He was sure he'd be just as commanding in bed. He *snaps* his fingers.

"Well, Slut," John's father says. "You know you're there to suck my cock. Get to it," George says, a new look of minor cruelty on his face.

There we go. John hesitantly stuck out his tongue. Or was it his mother's tongue? He wasn't sure. He pushed any uncertainty out of his mind, knowing for a fact that he'd never have done this before this morning but deciding not to care. He runs his tongue up his father's cock until he reaches the tip. Getting there, he wraps his plump lips around the end and sucks it in deeper. *snap* With expert skill he sucks better than his mother ever did before. His father puts a hand at the back of his head, gripping his long hair and pulling his slut in deeper. He knows exactly what to do. Working his lips, his throat and his tongue, responds to his father's motion, letting him control how deep his cock goes, until finally George cums deep into his wife/son's throat.

John doesn't stop until his father does, the cock still thrusting deep in his own throat. When George finally pulls out, John lets out a little involuntary whimper. He's still not satisfied. He feels wet like never before, understanding how a woman feels. Emotionally, though? Emotionally he feels satisfied. New feelings of submission and love, he feels nothing but joy knowing he made his husband happy.