I sat up and as my son watched, brought my cum-coated hand to my face and licked up a thick wad of warm semen, letting it play on my tongue before swallowing it with a loud smack. I reached out with my free hand and stroked my son's black and sweaty hair, just as I had when he was a boy, while I continued to lap up his white seed, hungrily and messily running my tongue through it as I cleaned my fingers, saying with a semen-garbled voice, "This is a man's cum!"

With a lewd whimsy, I put on a show of sluttish wantonness as I smeared Scotty's cum...