I figured that Daddy would tear me apart and make me bleed of internal injuries if he tried to plow into my virgin slit with that pole. The head was shaped like a mushroom. It was a deep purple color. The head was obviously thoroughly engorged with the blood of Daddy's acute incestuous horniness. The skin that covered the head of his dick was stretched smooth and tight as a drum-skin. His swollen glans looked as if it would explode if another drop of blood tried to pump its way inside. I found myself looking at the little piss hole in the center of his spear. I was surprised that his urethra had little lips on either side of it making it look like a nether mouth. At that moment the hole was opening and closing with the tiny spasms Daddy was experiencing there so the hole looked as if it were trying in vain to speak.

The shaft of his cock was not quite as thick as the head.

The stem of the prick was a slightly lighter shade of purple.

But it was just as hard – as hard as pure granite.

His cock flopped flat on his belly and bounced up and down.

The tip of his lance rested several inches above his navel.

Although his hair was too thick to actually see his bellybutton.

The cock had dilated blue veins running up and down the underside.

Those veins protruded from the surface making the stem look gnarled.

His cock looked craggy – as if it were a manifestation of ire.

It looked more like an angry weapon than a tool of love-making. I looked at the sack below his cock that held his balls.

The sack was obviously filled to the brim with his come.

I wondered how long it had been since he had shot his wad.

I couldn't picture him masturbating, but I knew he must have.

I could see that his testicles were badly swollen.

They rested heavy like golf balls at the base of his scrotum.

His scrotal sack, like his cock, was bigger than I figured.