Ever since I could remember or cogitate things, I always got hard whenever I saw daddy walking about the firm with his big bulge. I went wild intellection that his meaty dick and laboured nuts were reaching out and calling out to me from beneath the shorts and blue jean. All I could do was jack off intensely and vigorously for hour as I thought of daddy walking into my room with that big gibbousness, only to discover his thick essence for me to taste and to ride all night long.

As I jacked off, I swirled the deep strand of precum around my tongue, imagining I was tasting daddy's sweet cream. After I came, I lathered my hole up with my cum and fingered myself until I was ready to cum again, imagining that it was papa's juicy cock which was stuffing my ass.

One day I woke up especially horny. With my stopcock careen severely, I sneaked into his room, hoping to find him sleeping. He was not there, but the bed was a lot with a porno powder magazine and a cotton serviette. I was drawn to the nappy by its heavy musk, which I recognized from having smelled pappa's dirty underwear for years. The napkin was damp and I immediately realized that it was his cum.

HIS CUM ! !

He had been jacking off but a mo ago, and his cum rag still had the sweet wetness of those meaty balls ! I almost came as I began licking the fabric, seeking to sample daddy's cream as much as I could.

There and then I could not help but to take my turncock out and start jacking off ! Lying on pop's bed, I stroked my ache and twitching dick, fingering my pie-eyed fix while the serviette was on my mouth and tongue, tasting and smelling dad. I cleaned up the tar of precum with the like table napkin, so that I could taste my cum and daddy's together ! It was as close as I had gotten to realizing my most secret and ardent desire.

I was so overcome with excitement and so engulf in masturbation and fantasy, moaning, cussing, grunting and calling out pa's name, that I did not remark daddy entering the room and standing in front man of me.

A hurry of Adrenalin shot through my veins, a sudden little terror took hold of me… until I noticed pop's smile…

"flavour like you found your ol'man's jizz rag,"daddy said with a smile.

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"Uhh… umm…"I was dumbfounded by his mien there, and even more surprised at his reaction. But that smiling and that trench voice ! fuck !

There and then I fell in love with daddy all over again ! There and then I determined with all my affectionateness to belong to daddy ; to have no will or desire of my own, but to be the very embodiment of his desires and instruction. I wanted to misplace myself in his middle, his smell, his touch, his flesh ; to get one with him and to stay on there forever.

By a sorting of magnetized force that defied vernacular gumption, courtesy and social codes, my hired hand was drawn to my hard hammer and began to stroke it as I looked intensely upon daddy's extremity aching to justify itself from the constraint of those tight jeans. I didn't care that daddy was there, I didn't tending if I got punished for jacking off, all that mattered is that my testis were churning like weirdo and my tool was pulsating and twitching with desire.

"I got ta Tell ya,"daddy continued smiling,"that's my favorite cum rag."

"Uh, well, sir, um,"I replied with a nervousness that came from terror of what could happen next and from desire for what I wanted to have find following,"it looks a bit wear thin. Maybe it's time to get new one ?"

"That is an excellent estimate, son. I reckon I could look throughout the linen underdrawers for one, but that'd take time and I'm kinda horny now… kinda really horny, like right now."

As daddy said this, he began rubbing at the increasingly tumid bulge, the bulge that had tempted me every day and made me jack off so many times since I could call up, moaning and whimpering like a piffling bitch in heat. papa continued,

"You got an idea as to how to resolve this predicament ?"

He looked deeply into my eyes and communicated without parole or gestures his submerge desire to make me his new cum rag.

"Here I am daddy,"I gently replied,"you don't need a cum rag."

Daddy smiled as he reached for my hard dick. Words fail to describe what I felt as daddy began stroking my hammer. There is also no way to make others empathise the sea of pleasure into which I was plunged as daddy slowly inserted his fingerbreadth into my tight hole and started finger-fucking me as he jacked my hawkshaw. And when pa pressed his velvet tongue onto my twitching, surd hawkshaw ? Oh nooky ! It was as if a man, deaf since parturition, for the offset metre listened to the nightingale, or to Mozart, or to the David Roland Smith. I had no precious construct, no human body of extension, with which I could even understand what was happening or discern what I should do with this experience.

pa, sensing my befuddlement, sought to reassure me."Don't headache son, just savour it."Then he opened his mouthpiece and gently sucked at my dick head.

"sanctum SHIT ! !"

Usually in stories like this, the narrator continues to name a nice, yearn school term of hot oral sex ; and I would be lying if I did the same. The Sojourner Truth is that I came the minute my cock foreland passed daddy's brim. There are no countersign, no concepts, no memes that can help me state the pleasure of having daddy making me cum and slurping the cakehole and thick strings of jizz directly from my pecker ; and to express the thwarting that I was too quick to cum, that I may receive disappointed daddy.

But daddy's smile and his centre told me that he was having a fire eating my cum and licking my cock clean. Then he put his hands behind my head and gently pushed my side onto his. We began to osculate ! His tongue was as soft and as dexterous in my back talk as it was when licking and sucking my dick. As we kissed, he once more began fingering my cakehole. It did not take long for me to get hard again.

"pa, may I fellate your dick ?"I said between kisses.

"Please pa, create me your new cum rag. Pretty please, sir !"

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Imagine the feel of a child who, knowing only how to doodle, stands before such maestro as Rembrandt or matte Groening and is expected to pitch a chef-d'oeuvre worthy of such illustrious artists. As I knelt before daddy and his throbbing bulge, I felt a similar terror and it increased exponentially when dada released his gargantuan, bulging shaft from the confines of his jeans. The length and breadth of pop's dick intimidated me in a way that I can not appropriately report. Not only because those ten inches of man heart and soul dwarfed my increasingly moistening dick, but such a view stirred an ancient apprehensiveness in the deepness of my nitty-gritty : like when a sailing master of ancient clip found himself dumbfounded in the midst of the watery immensities of the ocean, or when an cosmonaut is overwhelmed with that infinity of outer space which makes his existence so very minute. Kneeling before pa's cock, I clearly saw my own smallness, my utter vulnerability, my inescapable inadequacy, before the raw virility of the man whom I loved and desired with Energy Department that exceeded my comprehension. My mouth was an arid desert, my middle burdened with an insuperable weight ; I was as if lost in a trance.

"Hey kid,"daddy said,"I reckoned you'd be devourin'this pecker as soon as those pretty eyes of yours saw it."

There were no words I could speak ; I could only give him the doleful, perplexed look of a puppy that was given a command which it could not read."Don't worry kid,"he said reassuringly,"daddy's here, just revel yourself."

As my tongue pressed against the scape of dada's cock, I was inebriated with the musk that suffused the thicket of his course pubes, and my chin touched his nodding, plump screwball. As dada's breath became increasingly heavy, he began to softly cuss and moan. My soft tongue continued to lick his shaft, as the taste of pappa drove me mad with lust, with a desire that once fulfilled only called Forth River a greater desire. It took all the posture I had to keep myself from cumming prematurely again. I had to brush aside the fact that I had been dreaming of this present moment since time immemorial ; that as a little tiddler I had rubbed on my tender, little prick all night, wishing daddy would come into my room and take over with his bridge player and his mouth.

Then, something unexpected happened. Daddy began softly humming a air as my tongue ran the length of his tool and swirled around his hard, shiny cock oral sex. It was a tune he had often sung to me as he tucked me in my bed at dark, when my slight cock was hardening want daddy would say with me all night. The melody of the lullaby was too much ! I had reached a full point from whence there could be no return.

"OH screw pappa !"

Daddy, knowing I was about to reach the melting crisis, scooped me from off the ground, laid me upon the bed, and pressed his face onto my crotch. I felt the alight stubble of daddy's Chin tickling my nuts, and his nose rubbing against my Inner Light pubes as my tool throbbed in his mouth and throat.

"OH FUCK ! DADDY ! pappa !"

My nut unloaded in daddy's throat. Panting, drenched with sweat, I was twitching from the furiousness of such an awesome climax. Suddenly I realized that I once again failed daddy ; that the initial terror that took hold of me when first contemplating daddy's cock was truly the portent of my abject loser, of my betrayal of my affection's loftiest aspirations and desires.

My eyes began watering as I forced myself to see into dad's eyes.

"I'm sorry daddy. I have horribly disappointed you."

Daddy flashed a mischievous smile, as he playfully and gently slapped my aspect with his hard dick.

"Tell me son, does this look like dissapointment ? See how severely your pappa's pecker is ? See how much precum your daddy's dick is oozing ? You made it this hard, you made it this moist. You could never disappoint me, kid. I love ya, son."

Those blessed words were pronounced as his turncock head was millimetre from my nose. I grabbed hold of that dick and started jacking it as I licked it and as I suckled at his cock foreland. Daddy must have known I could only do as much, that I was not yet possessed of the acquirement and experience to deep-throat that brilliant cock as it deserved. All the while, daddy leaned over and kissed the top of my mind, and I interrupted myself repeatedly to establish daddy a kiss, with each osculation becoming wetter and wetter with his precum. pop's moans and grunts became louder and more frequent, and my oral fissure became increasingly filled with his precum, the taste perception and grain of which sent me into prompt beatitude.

"You want me to say ya when I'm gon na bust ?"dada said between moans, with almost a loss of breath.

"No daddy. I love surprisal. Cum for me papa ! Feed your boy !"

"OH FUCK YEAH !"

Daddy's cock shot too a great deal cum too fast for me to catch it all in my mouth. The thick, creamy ropes of jizz bounced off the roof of my lip and oozed down my chin, running down my neck onto my chest. dada flashed me a brainy smile and picked me up from the floor, bombarding me with kisses. With each osculation he slurped the cum off my pelt and he fed me the hot, creamy wads with his glossa as we kissed.

Both of us were lying on the bed, softly panting and smiling at each former. My warmness all total of joy and gratitude, with a thinker tempered by humility, I softly kissed daddy and whispered a word of thanks. Daddy, smiling, replied :

"aspect like now you're my favorite cum rag, son. ”