Still half asleep, I heard Dad's voice in my ear.
"Turn over, Ben."
I obediently flipped on to my stomach, opening my legs for Dad to do whatever he wanted with me.
He knelt between my legs and parted my cheeks, flicking his tongue over my hole. I could feel his morning stubble scratching my skin, as he pushed his way in, using his mouth and tongue to loosen me up.
First one finger, then two more entered me and I felt his saliva drop onto my crack, as he explored my arse hole, stretching me open ready for his c**k.
With his first thrust, the entire length of his thick shaft slid easily inside me, filling my back passage with it's girth.
This was the way to waken up in the morning, a f**k from my Dad to start the day.
Unusually for him, he was taking it really slow, but every thrust
