Looking up into your eyes I slowly take a few quick kisses as I work up my courage to try this for the first time. Short kisses turn to long licks whi...e our eyes continue to meet. I start to take it into my mouth, as much as I can, while you begin to do short thrusts because the dildo inside you is being moved by all this and has stroked nearly to a second orgasm. Pulling back I drop from my kneeling position to lying on my back. You mount me in a 69 and we share our cocks with each other.. Master’s eyes stayed locked on mine as he leaned to one side and began fondling my ass in the thong, tugging it to tighten the fabric over my little berries. Fingers intertwined in my hair once again and now my head was forcefully bobbed up and down, causing me to gurgle loudly as my throat was turned into a pussy once again. I wanted to struggle but both my heart and the strength of my Daddy kept me in place, taking thrust after thrust and not even in the ideal position we found. I was. Although I suppose it was a bit naïve for any Dad to think their teenage son shared everything with their old man."See you soon, Dad," he said, dashing out the door.I sighed.Was my son gay? Bi?It just didn't make sense.I waited a couple minutes, turned on the tracker on my phone and went to my car.I followed him.It was only a five-minute drive, but to one of the poorer areas on the edge of our school district.I was a history teacher in the same school as my son. I'd also coached basketball. He is caught off guard for a moment, his instinct screaming danger. Before he can react, a voice catches his attention. “Relax Grines and close the door.” He doesn’t recognize it, but quickly turns to match the voice to a face. He doesn’t recognize the man either, yet he has the feeling that he isn’t in any danger. So Grines closes the door right as the man begins to speak. “Major Duncan Graves, Army Intelligence.”“There’s an oxymoron,” Grines chuckles.“Yes, yes,” Graves says dryly. “All you.