"What was... was that Dad?" Michael gasped looking down at his blushing father.
"Sorry son... I couldn't help it... I... I..." His father went to pull away. Michael snatched out and grabbed his hand.
"No... do it again Dad it felt wonderful." The monstrous cock sticking out of his young son's lap pulsed and another droplet of precum formed, thick and milky. His Dad nodded, resigned to his fate and licked the bulbous head again. Michael shivered and moaned a little in his high voice. "More... yes Daddy..."
His father opened his mouth and began to lap at the head of his son's cock, his hand without thought reached and tugged lightly on the orbs resting on the couch. Michael kept his hands at his side, palm open and facing up. His breathing was getting ragged and shallow again. His eyes closed a smile on his face. His father redoubled his efforts, the precum tasted amazing, he wanted more and he suckled and licked at it, slobbering, the spit dribbling down the long thickly veined shaft.
"Oh... oooh Daddy, yea more... I love it... oh ... oh..." His face flushed and he felt like he was going to pee. His insides wriggled and he squirmed in the chair. He now raised his small hands and grabbed his Dad's hair. He began to buck his cock into his father's mouth. "This is.... " he panted "... I get it now... oh god I can feel something coming up..."
With a high pitched squeal he came. It was far too much for his father's mouth and he tried his best to swallow as much as he could. It dribbled onto the couch and was smeared on his fathers cheek. The cock he had been worshipping was pulsing against his tongue, more cum flying out of it. He pulled away with a loud plop sound and the cock bounced up and down as more shot out. It seemed to never end. Shot after shot, it landed on the couch and his father leant forward and began to lap it up, sucking out of the fabric. It tasted like heaven to him and he wanted more.
"What was that? I mean... Dad it was... what was it?" His son let go of his father's hair and smiling looked down at his face between his legs, licking at the white stuff there. It was still dribbling out his cock.His father had produced some as well by the look of it but it was nothing compared to Michael's."Dad?"
His father finally stopped and looked at him. He looked ashamed and sad. "Son... I shouldn't have... I'm so so sorry... I..."
"Sorry? That was the best thing ever!" His son bunched up and jumped up, his cock swung and his his father across the cheek, leaving a shiny smear. "I want to do that again and again and again."
His father sat there, thoughts finally begin to form again. What had he done. why had he sucked off his son, how was it so big... so delicious... so beautiful... No what was going on!
"I'm going to wash this off Dad and then you can tell me what happened. I'm all sticky!" Michael ran to the bathroom, his huge cock finally deflating and swinging as he ran.
His father sat there, his cock out, cum on his face, his shirt, and dribbling out of his cock, which he looked at feeling very pathetic compared to his son.