Ever since I could remember or think things, I always got hard whenever I saw pop walking about the house with his big bulge. I went crazy thinking that his meaty stopcock and heavy testicle were reaching out and calling out to me from beneath the boxers and jeans. All I could do was jerk off intensely and vigorously for hr as I thought of daddy walking into my elbow room with that big bulge, only to see his slurred center for me to try out and to ride all night long.

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

One day I woke up especially horny. With my cock stone hard, I sneaked into his room, hoping to find oneself him sleeping. He was not there, but the bed was a mess with a porno magazine and a cotton serviette. I was drawn to the serviette by its big musk, which I recognized from having smelled pappa's dirty underwear for eld. The napkin was damp and I immediately realized that it was his cum.

HIS CUM ! !

He had been jacking off but a minute ago, and his cum rag still had the seraphic wetness of those substantive Ball ! I almost came as I began licking the fabric, seeking to savour daddy's cream as a lot as I could.

There and then I could not help but to take my shaft out and start jacking off ! Lying on daddy's bed, I stroked my aching and twitching dick, fingering my tight yap while the napkin was on my oral fissure and tongue, tasting and smelling daddy. I cleaned up the yap of precum with the same diaper, so that I could try out my cum and daddy's together ! It was as last as I had gotten to realizing my most secret and ardent desire.

I was so overwhelmed with excitement and so absorbed in masturbation and fancy, moaning, cussing, grunting and calling out daddy's name, that I did not note daddy entering the elbow room and standing in front of me.

A rush of adrenaline shot through my veins, a sudden brat took hold of me… until I noticed daddy's smile…

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

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"Uhh… umm…"I was dumbfounded by his presence there, and even more storm at his reaction. But that smile and that deep interpreter ! FUCK !

There and then I fell in love with daddy all over again ! There and then I determined with all my heart to belong to daddy ; to suffer no will or desire of my own, but to be the very incarnation of his desires and commands. I wanted to lose myself in his center, his smell, his tactile sensation, his physique ; to get one with him and to stay on there forever.

By a variety of magnetic forcefulness that defied rough-cut sense, courtesy and societal computer code, my manus was drawn to my hard cock and began to stroke it as I looked intensely upon daddy's member aching to free itself from the restraint of those tight dungaree. I didn't care that papa was there, I didn't care if I got punished for jacking off, all that mattered is that my ballock were churning like loony and my tool was pulsating and twitching with desire.

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

"Uh, well, sir, um,"I replied with a nervousness that came from panic of what could materialize following and from desire for what I wanted to let happen next,"it looks a bit tire. Maybe it's meter to get new one ?"

"That is an excellent approximation, son. I reckon I could search throughout the linen drawers 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 large bulge, the bulge that had tempted me every day and made me jack up off so many times since I could remember, moaning and whimpering like a picayune bitch in heat. pa continued,

"You got an melodic theme as to how to solve this plight ?"

He looked deeply into my eyes and communicated without words or gestures his overwhelming 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 shaft. wrangle fail to describe what I felt as daddy began stroking my cock. There is also no way to make others translate the sea of pleasure into which I was plunged as papa slowly inserted his digit into my plastered hole and started finger-fucking me as he jacked my hawkshaw. And when papa pressed his velvet tongue onto my vellication, heavy pecker ? Oh piece of ass ! It was as if a man, deaf since parturition, for the commencement time listened to the nightingale, or to Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, or to the Smiths. I had no precious concept, no physical body of acknowledgment, with which I could even sympathize what was happening or recognize what I should do with this experience.

daddy, sensing my bafflement, sought to assure me."Don't concern son, just savour it."Then he opened his mouth and gently sucked at my shaft head.

"HOLY SOB ! !"

Usually in stories like this, the teller continues to describe a nice, long session of hot oral exam sex ; and I would be lying if I did the Lapplander. The truth is that I came the moment my cock head passed daddy's lips. There are no Holy Scripture, no concepts, no memes that can help me verbalise the pleasance of having daddy making me cum and slurping the gobs and thickly chain of jizz directly from my stopcock ; and to give tongue to the foiling that I was too quick to cum, that I may have disappointed daddy.

But daddy's grin and his optic told me that he was having a blast eating my cum and licking my hawkshaw clean. Then he put his handwriting behind my nous and gently pushed my font onto his. We began to buss ! His knife was as soft and as deft in my lip as it was when licking and sucking my dick. As we kissed, he once more began fingering my hole. It did not take long for me to get hard again.

"dada, may I suck your prick ?"I said between kisses.

"Please daddy, make me your new cum rag. Pretty please, sir !"

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Imagine the flavor of a child who, knowing only how to doodle, stands before such masters as Rembrandt or Matt Groening and is expected to deliver a masterpiece worthy of such illustrious artists. As I knelt before daddy and his throb hump, I felt a similar terror and it increased exponentially when pa released his gargantuan, protuberant tool from the confines of his dungaree. The length and width of daddy's cock intimidated me in a way that I can not appropriately describe. Not only because those ten inches of man meat dwarfed my increasingly moistening peter, but such a spate stirred an ancient dread in the depths of my heart : like when a navigator of ancient metre found himself dumbfounded in the thick of the watery immensities of the ocean, or when an astronaut is overwhelmed with that eternity of outer space which makes his existence so very infinitesimal. Kneeling before daddy'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 Department of Energy that exceeded my inclusion. My backtalk was an arid desert, my heart and soul burdened with an insurmountable weight ; I was as if lost in a trance.

"Hey kid,"dada said,"I reckoned you'd be devourin'this dick as soon as those pretty centre of yours saw it."

There were no Bible I could verbalize ; I could only founder him the doleful, perplexed looking at of a puppy that was given a command which it could not interpret."Don't vexation kid,"he said reassuringly,"daddy's here, just enjoy yourself."

As my spit pressed against the shot of pop's cock, I was inebriated with the musk that suffused the coppice of his path pubes, and my Kuki touched his pendulous, plump nut. As pop's breath became increasingly heavy, he began to softly curse and moan. My piano lingua continued to lick his shaft, as the gustation of daddy drove me mad with lust, with a desire that once fulfilled only called forth a heavy desire. It took all the strength I had to keep myself from cumming prematurely again. I had to ignore the fact that I had been dreaming of this moment since time immemorial ; that as a niggling minor I had rubbed on my tender, petty cock all night, wishing daddy would come into my elbow room and lead over with his hands and his mouth.

Then, something unexpected happened. Daddy began softly humming a tune as my knife ran the duration of his gumshoe and swirled around his hard, shiny cock foreland. It was a strain he had often sung to me as he tucked me in my bed at night, when my lilliputian prick was hardening want dada would say with me all night. The line of the lullaby was too much ! I had reached a point from whence there could be no return.

"OH FUCK dada !"

Daddy, knowing I was about to achieve the melt crisis, scooped me from off the ground, laid me upon the bed, and pressed his cheek onto my fork. I felt the loose stubble of daddy's chin tickling my nut, and his nose detrition against my lightsome pubes as my prick throbbed in his mouth and throat.

"OH FUCK ! DADDY ! DADDY !"

My nuts unloaded in daddy's pharynx. panting, drenched with travail, I was twitching from the vehemence of such an awesome coming. Suddenly I realized that I once again failed papa ; that the initial scourge that took hold of me when first contemplating dada's hammer was truly the portent of my abject bankruptcy, of my treachery of my heart's loftiest aspiration and desires.

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

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

Daddy flashed a impish smile, as he playfully and gently slapped my side with his arduous dick.

"Tell me son, does this smell like dissapointment ? See how hard your pop's shaft is ? See how lots precum your pappa's hawkshaw is oozing ? You made it this toilsome, you made it this moist. You could never disappoint me, kid. I love ya, son."

Those blessed watchword were pronounced as his cock head was millimeters from my olfactory organ. I grabbed hold of that dick and started jacking it as I licked it and as I suckled at his cock fountainhead. dad must feature known I could only do as much, that I was not yet possessed of the acquirement and experience to deep-throat that glorious cock as it deserved. All the while, daddy leaned over and kissed the top of my head, and I interrupted myself repeatedly to give daddy a kiss, with each kiss becoming wetter and wetter with his precum. papa's groan and grunts became louder and more frequent, and my backtalk became increasingly filled with his precum, the taste perception and texture of which sent me into contiguous beatitude.

"You want me to enjoin ya when I'm gon na burst ?"Daddy said between moan, with almost a loss of breath.

"No dad. I love surprise. Cum for me pop ! Feed your boy !"

"OH piece of ass YEAH !"

daddy's hammer shot too much cum too fast for me to catch it all in my mouth. The thick, creamy R-2 of jizz bounced off the ceiling of my rima oris and oozed down my chin, running down my neck onto my chest. papa flashed me a brilliant grin and picked me up from the floor, bombarding me with kiss. With each kiss he slurped the cum off my cutis and he fed me the hot, creamy gobs with his tongue as we kissed.

Both of us were lying on the bed, softly panting and smiling at each other. My heart all full of joy and gratitude, with a brain tempered by humility, I softly kissed daddy and whispered a word of thanks. pappa, smiling, replied :

"expression like now you're my darling cum rag, son. ”