"So are you still a fish or what?"
Zach Florrick, son of the State's Attorney Peter Florrick, took a seat at the table where his father was sitting and smiled at him. It was the first time that he had gone to the prison to visit him and he could tell that his father was really happy about it. Although over forty, Peter was still attractive with his raven hair and dark-brown eyes.
"Happy Birthday, dad" Zach added "Have you already made a wish?"
"Well, shouldn't I blow out candles or something before making a wish?" Peter gave a great big smile and Zach smiled back. God, how much he had missed his father.
"You're right. I brought a cupcake and even a little present for you, but the guards didn't let me bring 'em in. Isn't there a way to get something to blow out?" Zach asked, leaning forward as if talking about something confidential.
"Trust me, son. There's nothing to blow in this place..." Peter blurt out, clasping his hand over his mouth immediately after he realized what he had just said. "It came out wrong. I didn't mean... You know what? Stop talking about me. Let's talk about you. How's school, champ?"
"The same, old stuff" Zach replied distracted, still thinking about his father's words. Then, a dirty grin appeared on his face. "Actually, the other day, I got into a fight with a guy. He was spreading rumors about you cheating on mom... with men" At those words, Peter closed his eyes and lowered his head. He felt embarrassed. He hoped his son would have never know about this.
"Zach... It's complicated... I'm sorry. You shouldn't have been caught up in the middle of-" Peter explained, interrupting as soon as he felt something rubbing against his crotch. What the- He looked up at his son and saw the cocky smile on his face. Was it what he thought it was? Slowly, Peter leaned back a little and looked down the table, finding exactly what he expected. Somehow, his son had taken off a shoe with him noticing and settled his foot between his legs. "Zach, what are you doing? Stop it, right now!"
"Don't know what you're talking about" Zach replied with an angel's face as he kept moving his foot up and down, under the table. Fuck... He could feel his father getting hard through the fabric of his pants because of him and hear some low moans escaping from his lips. Zach smiled. It seemed like daddy was really enjoying it... "Is there something wrong, dad? You're face is turning red..."
"Zach..." Peter whimpered as Zach rubbed harder on his cock, even hurting him a little. He had become very sensitive to touch after months in prison without releasing. It didn't take long for his cock to stand at attention and leak precum already. Shit. "Please, Zach... I can't be walking around the prison with a tent in my pants or worse, a stain of cum in my pants. Just, stop it now, before it's too late"
"Don't you worry, dad. I'm going to take care of it all" Zach said, removing his foot from his father's crotch and pulling back his seat. Peter swallowed hard and widened his eyes. Zach didn't mean to... "Just wait and see, or rather, feel"
"Don't... Zach, don't you-"
Before Peter could finish his sentence, Zach quickly slipped under the table. Naughty boy... Peter looked around the room nervously, hoping that nobody had noticed what was happening. What his son was going to do. Luckily, the other inmates were too busy minding their own business to pay attention on 'em. Meanwhile, under the table, Zach was biting his lips as he found himself eye level with his father's impressive boner. Now he understood why his father had to pay men to have sex with him. Who would have gotten fucked by that... thang? Scared and excited at the same time, Zach reached up and unbuckled his father's belt, undoing the zipper and opening his pants. His jaw dropped. The purple head of Peter's big cock was already poking out of the top of his boxers and it was... beautiful. He couldn't wait to see it in its entirely. Wetting his lips, he lowered his father's underwear under his ball and grabbed his cock in his own hands.
It was huge! 9 inches long, thick as a beer can and with two balls big as melons. Breath-taking... Impatient, Zach leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the wet dickhead. Peter jumped and almost fell from his seat as he felt the contact. Fuck. He had to do his best to suppress any need of moaning, specially when his son stuck out his tongue and swiped a long, slow lick up the underside of his cock. Mmm... It tasted good... Zach could feel his father fighting to remain impassive and decided that it was time to reward him. He wrapped his lips around the tip of his father's cock and sucked lightly, swirling his tongue all around. Zach knew that his father's cock was huge, his head alone almost fit his entire mouth, but he wasn't going to give up so easily. Relaxing his jaw and opening his throat, Zach lowered his mouth further down the hard shaft and sucked hard.
As soon as Zach started bobbing his head, Peter had to lean on the table and hold onto it, trying not to scream out in pleasure. He hadn't realized that, by doing this, he had drew somebody's attention, until he felt a pat on the back. "Mr Florrick, everything ok?"
Peter's eyes snapped out. It was the end. Holding his breath, he turned his head to the voice that had called him and found out it was one officer. "Y-yeah. I just have... a sharp pain in my stomach" Peter made up, trying to get a hold of himself. Under the table, Zach hadn't stopped. He didn't care about being caught, all he cared about was daddy's big cock. He already had it halfway in his mouth, but since it still wasn't enough for him, Zach. tried to force more of his father's cock down the back his throat, but he gagged. Hard. Peter coughed and tried to make noise to cover his son's choking sound as the officer looked around, confused. "Sorry, it's my... stomach"
"Oh, oh. It sounds bad. Do you want me to call the doctor?" The officer asked, worried.
"No! Please, don't. I'm waiting for my son to make me c... I mean, I'm waiting for him to come back from the bathroom. It's the first time he comes to visit me. I don't want to scare him" Peter managed to say, panting heavily as Zach kept gagging, trying to take his father's whole erection into his mouth, all to no avail. "He is such a good boy..."
"And you're a good father. You know, I glimpsed him before and he looked like a cute kid to me. He's gonna break a lot of hearts" The officer replied politely, just before a fight broke out between other two inmates. "Ok, Florrick. Gotta get back to work, now. But if you feel worse, don't hesitate to call me"
Peter waited for the officer to leave before sitting up straight and letting a real moan. That fight was a godsend. Now he could let go and enjoy it fully, before it was over. Looking under the table, Peter felt his heart beating out of his chest and his cock throbbing in excitement. His son looked so damn sexy with his lips stretched around his cock, his face gone purple and his eyes watering. "The officer was right. You're really cute, you know? Wanna deepthroat daddy's big meat?" Peter whispered, softly running his fingers through his son's dark hair. Zach managed to nod slightly and Peter smirked. Immediately, he pushed his son's head down, forcing his cock fully inside Zach's mouth. "Come on, son! Show me how much you love your daddy"
Without giving his son a minute to adjust, Peter pulled his son's head up to the tip and then down to the root of his cock. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. He was being rough, rude, raw. Drool ran down Zach's chin and tears cascaded down his face, but he didn't care. His son could take it, he couldn't. Feeling his orgasm building up, Peter held his son's head all the way down his cock and started to hump his hips, uncontrollably. Faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. Harder and harder. Feeling his son's throat gagging and spasming around his cock was exactly what he needed to reach his climax. Peter gave one last thrust and burst his load of 10 squirts of thick, tasty cum deep down Zach's throat. Zach tried to swallow what he could, but it was too much and some trailed down his mouth. Fuck... Done his job, Peter let go of his son's head and Zach could finally pull out and take a breath as strings of saliva and cum came out of the corner of his lips. After a while to pull himself together, Zach peeped out from the table, making sure nobody was looking, and crawled out, returning to his originally seat in front of his father.
"Happy birthday, dad" Zach gasped satisfied, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Hope you liked your present"
"Hell, yeah! I loved it. I wish it was my birthday everyday!" Peter replied still euphoric, tucking himself back in his boxers and buttoning up his pants. He had never thought that his son was such a whore. Well... it ran in the family. If only he had known earlier... Zach kept staring at his father, still out of breath, and smiled at him until... he felt something rubbing against his hard crotch. Peter laughed. "What? I'm supposed to blow something, before making my wish..."