Savour his cock as he savoured the whiskey.

I stroked his cock, it was so slick with his precum, it was huge already as I ran my two hands up and down his cock. He moaned while gently sipping his scotch. I leant up and sucked on his head as I pumped his shaft. “Oh Kim.” He moaned as I slowly stroked him.

He continued to sip the scotch and after a few moments I leant back, “This vintage has a slick feel in the mouth.” I stated with a grin.

He looked aghast, “Vintage, are you calling me old?”

“Twice my age.” I said to the pleasant throb of his cock, “Do you like having a twenty-one year old between your legs?” I asked.

“My God yes.” He moaned.

I smiled as I stroked him a few times, “Play your cards right and maybe you can be between the twenty-one year old’s legs next week.” I said playfully.

He took another sip, “You can’t mean to fuck your own father.” He said matter-o-factly.

“Why not?” I asked after a little more of a suck, “Probably the best cock I have seen and felt.”

“I’m your Father” Was his only argument.

I looked up at him his cock still in my hand, “Do you think that I forgot who’s cock it was I was sucking on?” I asked, “Is this a glory hole?”

He grumbled, “You know what I mean, you can’t fuck your own Father.” He stated in a very definitive fashion.

I stroked his cock a few time to emphasise, “But I can masturbate him, suck him?” I licked his precum from his cock. “I mean it’s not like I’m fertile. So why not?”

He seemed indignant but still didn’t stop me from stroking his cock, “Because you are my daughter and it is different.” He had raised his voice slightly but obviously could yell with Mom in the house. While he was talking down to me I was back to sucking on his cockhead.

“I still don’t see the difference between letting your daughter suck on your cock and letting your daughter fuck your cock. Do you?”

“Kim there is a big difference.” He said as I went back to sucking on him.

I stopped and looked up at him, “And if I asked you to teach me the difference? Show me.” I was rewarded with another throb. “This little guy likes the idea. Maybe you should do a little more thinking with your cock.” I went back to sucking on him and he shut up for a while.

His cockhead was so big and oozed so much fluid, I was having a ball. After a few more moments he finished his whiskey and put the glass down. “Should I stop?” I asked. He shook his head no but didn’t say anything, “Good, cause I’m enjoying this so much I could just cum.”

“We are both drunk and what we are doing is wrong.” He said again. I ignored him as I was undoing my jeans so I could get a hand in to dither my clit. “Kimberly what are you doing?” He asked as he saw me undoing my jeans.