Holy shit, this was awful. DNF.

"Forget my cum. And don't be ashamed, Dad. You know I don't mind sharing with you. Anything. Especially not my firsts. My first step, first word, first time brushing my teeth, first time eating with a spoon . . . You were always there for the most significant moments of my life."

Uh...how about not discussing cum in the same sentence as all these first moments between a child and a father. Definitely not how I like to read incest.

Editing issues galore, changes in font, bizarre wording, this was a complete mess.

"You can tell me," I reassured him, jerking my dick faster but careful not to clap too loudly.

But through it all, I missed that little kiddy stuff and how he looked after me when I was a baby.

With that, our bathroom transformed into a playground. Dad chased me around, his monster impersonation delighting me, and I played along, pretending to flee from his clutches. Finally, he managed to capture me, his foamy hands finding my armpits, sending me into uncontrollable fits of laughter.

"Why would you need lube?" I frowned. "If she's willing and eager, she won't need additional lubrication."


Hard pass on this.