Looks like Mum’s off for another of her gossipy lunches that thankfully last all afternoon. I can tell this from the clothes Dad’s wearing, and the size of the bulge in his shorts, which I know for a fact is natural, the man being wonderfully blessed. It’ll probably be another hour before I get my hands on it all, but he likes to advertise in advance and have me silently howling like a bitch on heat, gagging to expose even more meat - chew on his nipples, suck on his cock, then have the big stud slowly take charge and spend a few hours pounding my ass.
As you can imagine, I can barely wait.
In the meantime, I hover around and sneak the odd glance. God, would you look at him! He’s such a tease. And that man can fuck as good as he looks, which when combined with his insatiable appetite for young male ass, and how turned on he gets doing supposedly taboo things, makes me the luckiest son in the world - screwed to delirium on a regular basis by my not so straight incestuous dad.