My father IV

There are parents and children who spend time together through sports, doing errands, or simply each one in their part of the house spending the weekend. My father and I also spent the weekend together, but with our common hobby that our relationship had become. I remember Saturdays when I would get up first, with the house in silence and the sun already entering through the windows, similar to when I was a child and I would watch cartoons on TV. But this time I would watch porn, taking advantage of having the computer in the living room connected to the TV, and I would sit on the couch, where the "Friday jerk-offs" had had a great party with my friends, and I would jerk off remembering moments and watching videos from some page that I liked.

My father would get up and see me jerking off at full speed. I was so concentrated on enjoying myself that I didn't even ask him if the TV volume had woken him up, although since we slept naked, I did notice that he had a good morning erection.

"Good morning, son," he said with a yawn.

"Good morning, Dad," I said without stopping my masturbation.

"I'm going to make breakfast," he said while rubbing his face on his way to the kitchen and with his cock pointing forward.

I continued with my business, imagining that he would also do me, and since I felt like cumming seeing that body of a mature but well-worked man, I held back and endured until he returned with a tray of cereals, coffee, juice, and cookies.

"Are you enjoying yourself, son?" he asked when he put the tray on the coffee table.

"Yes, Dad, I was waiting for you to come back to cum with you..." I said, interrupted by waves of pleasure and the effort of not cumming yet.

"Ha ha, well, I'm here, dear," he touched my knee. "Do you want to cum in my coffee?"

"Uffff, yes, Dad."

He brought the steaming cup closer, and I made an effort to get up, but the cum was imminent. My father was quick and put the cup under my cock, which I lowered to cum with five good shots that I released between convulsions while my father encouraged me.

"That's it, dear, very good. That's my boy."

"Ufff, Dad, what a cum..."

"You were needed, huh?"

"I really enjoyed being able to cum in your breakfast."

"Ha ha, and me too, son. You can see" - referring to his cock, which was well erect, looking at the ceiling.

"I see... damn, Dad, it's that I almost get more excited that you can't relieve yourself and I'm here getting dry."

"That's the point, son. You don't hold back, I'll take care of it. You cum well for both of us so you're empty and don't accumulate. Then I want to suck you, okay?"

"Jo, Dad, of course. Don't you have aches in your mouth from all the sucking you've been doing these days?"

"Son, I told you and I'll tell you again: If it were up to me, I'd spend all day with your cock in my mouth. I don't get tire...