He was more confident as well, not needing to stop to ask how it was going, taking my words and enthusiastic grunts, groans and shudders as answer enough. His tongue was whizzing underneath, tickling my dick and trying to guide it at the soft patch of its cheeks, so it banged against the moist wall again and again. I gripped his shoulders tighter and moved my hips back and forth, not so much I was forcing it down, but enough he could tell how much I was appreciating him. He didn't go any deeper, but he did move quicker, making sure he matched my energy with an eagerness of his own. "God damnit," I cursed happily, "Suck my big dick, swallow it into your hot mouth."

He did, moving at pace and sucking my dong down. I looked at him, feeling a surge of love so different from my normal feelings for him. He was so pretty, with his cheek bulging and his red lips wrapped around my prong, his eyes looking up at me, the lashes fluttering and the pupils seeming to match the shade of eye liner he'd chosen. I'd said he could have been a model and I wasn't lying.

My legs were weak with pleasure and if I hadn't been leaning on him they'd have buckled. I could feel the pleasure flowing through them, a pulsating, pounding excitement as I got nearer and nearer to cumming. I remembered Dad's ask of me and as I felt the pressure build I put a hand on his forehead pushing him gently, if firmly back, so my cock slipped out of his mouth. Letting go off him I grasped it and jerked it hard, looking down at his upturned face as he smiled in anticipation.

It was all the push I needed and with a grunt of "Fucking yes!" I started spurting all over his attractive face. I don't think I ever cum for so long and so much. Shot after shot lanced from my cock, the more I jerked the more I came. The warm stringy strands landed on Dad's face, making him squeal the first time and then grin happily as silvery jewelled necklaces coated him; all over his forehead and nose, making him close his eyes as it landed over his eyelashes and the painted lids, down over his red lips and chin, leaving him shimmering. I continued until the last drop had spunked out over him, gazing down at my handiwork.

He was grinning happily, his eyes closed shut, letting the cum trickle down his cheeks and drop down from his chin onto his new dress. As I looked down he opened his mouth and ran his tongue over the cum-covered lips, cleaning them of the silver so they were as bright red as before, "Yummy, Todd cum," he giggled.

"Good you liked," I said.

"I loved it," he gingerly opened his eyes, wincing a little as the cum stung them, "I'm so happy you gave it me."

"Win-win," I agreed.

"Could you pass me my purse?" he asked and I picked it up passing it to him. He opened it and pulled out a tissue, wiping away the cum before pulling out a vanity mirror and checking it was all gone. He stood, adjusting his dress back as I slipped my flaccid cock back. He took his hat and placed it carefully on his head, making sure he angled it correctly, before holding his hand out for me to take, "Shall we finish our walk now?" he smiled.

"Yes, though I'm going to say that's the most pleasant break we've ever had."

Dad giggled naughtily.