It’s a great morning! After getting a shower, cleaning myself of any evidence of my early-morning hot sex with my uncle Shane, I went to see my dad. If dad was in the mood to play, I didn’t want him to think he was getting sloppy seconds, even if he was. Of course, my dad is wonderful, concerned about how the first night having my uncle share my room and bed went, whether I slept well and also if he kept me up at all. I told him that we were fine. He asked if he was still asleep. I wanted to emphatically say, “No, my sexy, beastly uncle Shane is definitely not asleep, but he is freshly fucked!" Instead, I controlled myself and calmly told my dad that Uncle Shane went to the gym. Confirming it was only the two of us at home, he started kissing me, which always makes me melt inside. I typically speak before I think, but for once I paused, thinking that I wanted to tell him. I'm not sure why I didn't. I don't think my dad would mind. But I liked having something all to myself. Shane and I had shared something. And it's as much his secret as it is mine. My dad always makes things better. He knows exactly what to say. And what not to say. He doesn't pry. He doesn't press. He just wants to know I'm okay. And when I'm with him, I always will be. Through all these thoughts running through my head, my dad continued to kiss me, removing my clothes, his hands rubbing over my body. Of course I knew my dad, being a typical horny man, was quickly on his journey to my underwear and inside to my boy pussy, his ultimate target. He hit the target, and, of course, I groaned with desire, as I love the way he fingers me.After my underwear were off, my dad continued to rub and finger me, and I moved over, rubbing and kissing his tight, hard abs. My dad, the man I love so dearly, slipped a pillow under my butt raising it, making it easier for him to thoroughly eat me out, and he did with great gusto. Then he finally took off his shorts, displaying his hard cock trying to burst out of his boxers. He knows that’s my play toy, teasing me while I rubbed it, knowing I was getting a whiff of his man smell. I rose, and he removed his underwear and then got us in a sixty-nine position, both of us content, slurping and sucking. And moaning. It’s a good thing Uncle Shane had left for the gym because when Dad and I are making love, there is no doubt what was happening.I turned around in a cowboy position to take a ride on my 'personal horsey,' my dad’s dick. I rode for a few minutes, but as usual, my dad likes to control the fucking, and he grabbed my butt, pounding me down on his cock, all while holding and kissing me. Damn, he is an amazing lover.Switching positions, I flipped over on my back, and he re-entered, again thrusting in and pulling out like a machine. But then he got into the pushup plank position while I had my legs spread as far as I could, laying them on my chest. This way, I am totally at his mercy to whatever type of fuck the man’s desire needs to throw, whether that is sweet and slow or primal, balls-deep pounding. I LOVE fucking this way! Vulnerable. Pleasing a man, giving him what his body, soul, and mind dictate to him. My dad was and is all those things: sweet, passionate, kissing, yet primal; hungry, with an urgency to breed. His huge orgasm hit with a bang, his throbbing dick filling my special hole all the way, fully stretched to the back with a new batch of my family’s DNA. Afterward, once getting his relief, he sweetly bent down, kissing me.I thought to myself that it wasn’t even mid-morning and I had had two great incest fuckings, first by Uncle Shane and then by my dad. Maybe one of my FWBs will message me this afternoon, but then I need to be ready for going to bed tonight again with Uncle Shane. Even if I don’t hear from one of my friends on my roster of playmates, I will have had three good, hard fucks today, a great day that I would like to repeat every day. Does that make me a slut? I prefer to think of it differently… I am spreading joy.