"Dad, do you love me more than Mom?" He kept repeating those words as he shot his cum into my mouth. Every day he tells me "I love you," and I've fallen deeply for his tender affection. Sometimes rough, sometimes gentle—afterwards, he always holds me close, and that warmth has become something irreplaceable to me. This relationship is our secret. During breakfast, when Dad gazes into my eyes, my heart starts to race. *No one appearing in this work is under 18 years of age.