Page 78 of Awakening His Daddy

“We’ll tell him when he gets here, or he’ll be pissed long distance and that isn’t fun. Last time, he was mad at me over a long distance, he sent me ten bouquets of chrysanthemums and daisies.”

“Aren’t you allergic to those?”

“I am. He did send me a box of allergy meds later. I think he felt bad.”

I laugh because that sounds like my son. Act first and apologize later.

“Can you answer me one question with complete honesty?” Izzy looks so open, so vulnerable right now.

“I can try.”

“Do you want to be with me?”

I pause searching his pretty brown eyes. Can I really do this? How can I not do this?

“I do. You’re sweet, funny, thoughtful, and sexy. Obviously.” I wiggle my hips. “My dick doesn’t care that you’re a dude.”

“So we’re doing this?”

“We’re doing this.”

“Good, can I get back to touching your dick then?”

“Please.”

Izzy grins at me the whole way down as he takes my pants with him. Then he surprises me by rolling his tongue under and around my foreskin over and over until he hollows his cheeks and pulls back, drawing a long moan from me.

“You like that, Daddy?” he asks.

“Your mouth should be sucking, not talking.”

Then he really gets to work, and my nipples throb. I want to squeeze them and feel the pleasure that it brings.

“You’re leaking again,” he pants.

Screw it. I whip my shirt and the chest wrap off before I fall onto the couch. Izzy’s between my thighs with his hand on my dick and his mouth is on me so fast. The strong pull of his mouth is almost too much and when he pinches the other nipple. My dick explodes all over his chest while I leak milk on to my own.

“Jeez boy, your mouth is amazing.” I pet his hair while he continues to suck my nipple. When he’s done with the first side, I move him onto my lap with my legs spread out to the side.

This gives me perfect access to his hard little cock, so I take advantage and move my hand into his sweatpants. He whimpers and his hips buck up into my hold.

“That’s it, good boy. Let Daddy play with you.”

His dick is so small compared to mine, and he’s cut, so it’s weird not having a foreskin, but something about it is nice. I can feel the full length, and the tip of his head is so sensitive. Another pass of my hand and Izzy is coming into his pants. His moans of pleasure are muffled by my nipple since he refuses to let go until he’s fully wrung out.

“Sorry, it’s too good. Your milk and your hand. It’s everything.”

“Don’t be sorry, I can play with you more later.”

“Yes, Daddy,” he purrs. Daddy sounds so good coming from his pink and swollen lips.

“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Chapter 19

Izzy

Joe sits on the back of the tub, with his thick and hairy thighs bracketing my body. He’s wearing a robe, but if I turned around, I would get a full-frontal view of his dick.

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