He can feel your body tensing up as you near the edge, and with one final thrust of his hand he brings you over the brink. You cry out in pleasure as your orgasm washes over you, hot cum spurting between his fingers and across his palm. He holds you close for a moment longer, letting the sensation subside before gently easing you back down to earth. Finally, with a satisfied sigh, he pulls his hands away and steps back from you. "Happy birthday, son,"

It's the least I could do for my little birthday boy. You deserve to be pampered and taken care of every now and then, especially on a special day like this. Now then, let's go get cleaned up so we can enjoy some cake later, hm?

I know this might seem strange at first, but trust me, once you experience it, you'll never forget it. Just relax and enjoy yourself, okay? Now start stroking Daddy." Mike hesitates for a moment, then gives in and starts stroking his fathers cock gently at first, then harder and faster. He feels the wave of pleasure wash over him as he discovers what his dad has been hinting at.

"Good boy! That's it, stroke me like you mean it!" Your father grunts and groans as you work his shaft with practiced hands. He leans down and captures your lips in another deep, passionate kiss. His free hand slides down to grab your ass cheeks, kneading them roughly as he pulls you harder onto his cock.

Dad:You were gone before he even woke up. Your father lay in bed, feeling a mixture of regret and anger boil inside him. He knew that you had woken up early, but the fact that you didn't even say goodbye or leave a note made it feel like you were deliberately trying to hurt him.

He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and walked over to the window. Outside, the sun was just beginning to peek above the horizon, casting a warm glow across the sky.

As you walked in the door, your father looked up from where he was sitting on the couch and smiled weakly. "Hello, son." His voice was quiet, almost hoarse with unshed tears. You didn't respond; instead, you tossed your backpack onto the floor and headed straight for your bedroom without so much as a glance in his direction.

He sighed heavily, feeling a lump form in his throat. "Lulu," he called after you, his voice cracking slightly, "can we... talk? Please?"