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After an hour of sucking Dad's cock while he's watching the news, his cock pulses. He doesn't look down at me as he surfs the television channels, but his hand flexes on my head. “Open wider, faggot, you've been good. I'll let you have my milk.”

I open my jaw as wide as I can, so wide it aches, and Dad pushes down hard on my head as his hips buck. His nuts slip into my mouth, and my eyes flutter. I immediately start to suck them, massaging his balls with my tongue, and swallow, hard.

The muscles of my throat stroke his cock from hilt to crown as Dad pulses. My throat conforms visibly to the shape of him inside it, and I wish I could see myself, see how I look, used as a cock-holster by my Dad. His cock pulsing hard within me.

I feel the first dense rope of cum pump into my lower throat even as I'm swallowing on him. Dad sighs softly, settling on a drama on the television while he feeds me his thick, creamy milk. I don't moan, now, knowing better while the TV is on.

“That's it, faggot, swallow my milk,” Dad says casually, but I know it's both an order and a reward. I swallow hungrily as Dad's cum accumulates in my stomach on top of Mom's. I close my eyes against his wiry curls and the firm skin beneath.

For a little more than two minutes, I simply hold my breath, polishing Dad's jewels with my tongue as his meat unloads in my throat. As the last pulse subsides, Dad's fingers curl in my hair. He pulls hard, and I wince in pain but make no sounds.

Dad draws me up until his cock leaves my throat, and I inhale sharply, flooding my lungs with his scent. I look up at him, but he's not looking at me. He's watching television, completely ignoring me, even while he controls my actual position.

I'm glad I cleared my schedule for the week, or didn't make any plans. I Amy telling me, once, that she needed relative control over her volunteer's schedule for the week-long project she wanted to do. She wants to earn a doctorate.

Looking up at Dad, I can see the contented smile on his face as he pulls my head up off his cock when there's a commercial break in the show. His eyes flick down to me, and he smiles affectionately, proudly, “Still got room in your stomach, fag?”

“Mm-Hm!” I answer, licking his cock appreciatively, kissing the crown again. “What do you want me to do for you, Dad?”

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