Ever since I could remember or think things, I always got severe whenever I saw daddy walking about the sign with his big excrescence. I went crazy thinking that his meaty dick and enceinte nuts were reaching out and calling out to me from beneath the drawers and denim. All I could do was masturbate intensely and vigorously for time of day as I thought of daddy walking into my way with that big bulge, only to discover his thick-skulled sum for me to sample and to ride all night long.

As I jacked off, I swirled the slurred bowed stringed instrument of precum around my tongue, imagining I was tasting pa's sweet cream. After I came, I lathered my hollow up with my cum and fingered myself until I was ready to cum again, imagining that it was daddy's juicy shaft which was stuffing my ass.

One day I woke up especially aroused. With my rooster rock unvoiced, I sneaked into his way, hoping to find him sleeping. He was not there, but the bed was a mess hall with a pornography powder store and a cotton napkin. I was drawn to the table napkin by its punishing musk, which I recognized from having smelled daddy'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 moment ago, and his cum rag still had the dulcet wetness of those meaty Ball ! I almost came as I began licking the fabric, seeking to smack daddy's ointment as a great deal as I could.

There and then I could not help but to take my hammer out and start jacking off ! Lying on daddy's bed, I stroked my aching and twitching dick, fingering my tight golf hole while the napkin was on my mouth and tongue, tasting and smelling daddy. I cleaned up the gobs of precum with the Lapp napkin, so that I could taste my cum and pappa's together ! It was as cheeseparing as I had gotten to realizing my most secret and ardent desire.

I was so overwhelmed with turmoil and so absorbed in onanism and fantasy, moaning, cussing, grunting and calling out daddy's name, that I did not notice papa entering the room and standing in front man of me.

A hurry of adrenaline shot through my veins, a sudden terror took clench of me… until I noticed dada's smile…

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

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"Uhh… umm…"I was dumbfounded by his presence there, and even more surprised at his response. But that grin and that deep vocalisation ! shag !

There and then I fell in love with pop all over again ! There and then I determined with all my fondness to belong to daddy ; to have no will or desire of my own, but to be the really embodiment of his desires and commands. I wanted to misplace myself in his eyes, his look, his touch, his flesh ; to go one with him and to continue there forever.

By a sort of magnetic force that defied commons sense, good manners and sociable codes, my paw was drawn to my knockout cock and began to stroke it as I looked intensely upon daddy's fellow member aching to free itself from the constraints of those tight jeans. I didn't fear that daddy was there, I didn't upkeep if I got punished for jacking off, all that mattered is that my nuts were churning like weirdo and my shaft was pulsating and twitching with desire.

"I got ta secern ya,"dad continued smiling,"that's my front-runner cum rag."

"Uh, well, sir, um,"I replied with a jumpiness that came from holy terror of what could happen next and from desire for what I wanted to induce take place next,"it looks a bit worn. Maybe it's time to get new one ?"

"That is an excellent idea, son. I reckon I could search throughout the linen drawer 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 with child swelling, the gibbosity that had tempted me every day and made me jack off so many times since I could remember, moaning and whimpering like a little gripe in heat. dad continued,

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

He looked deeply into my oculus and communicated without words or gestures his overcome desire to ca-ca 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 unvoiced shaft. Words fail to describe what I felt as pop began stroking my cock. There is also no way to piddle others understand the ocean of pleasure into which I was plunged as daddy slowly inserted his finger into my tight hole and started finger-fucking me as he jacked my putz. And when daddy pressed his velvet glossa onto my twitch, hard dick ? Oh shtup ! It was as if a man, deaf since birth, for the showtime time listened to the nightingale, or to Mozart, or to the Smiths. I had no valued construct, no anatomy of address, with which I could even translate what was happening or discern what I should do with this experience.

pappa, sensing my befuddlement, sought to reassure me."Don't worry son, just savour it."Then he opened his mouth and gently sucked at my prick head.

"sanctum SHIT ! !"

Usually in stories like this, the teller continues to describe a prissy, long school term of hot oral sex ; and I would be lying if I did the Sami. The truth is that I came the moment my cock head passed daddy's mouth. There are no password, no concepts, no memes that can avail me express the pleasure of having daddy making me cum and slurping the mariner and thick bowed stringed instrument of jizz directly from my cock ; and to express the frustration that I was too quickly to cum, that I may cause disappointed daddy.

But daddy's smile and his center told me that he was having a blast eating my cum and licking my dick clean. Then he put his mitt behind my school principal and gently pushed my face onto his. We began to kiss ! His glossa was as soft and as dexterous in my mouth as it was when licking and sucking my dick. As we kissed, he once more began fingering my trap. It did not occupy long for me to get hard again.

"pop, may I suck in your gumshoe ?"I said between kisses.

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

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Imagine the belief of a tike who, knowing only how to doodle, stands before such masters as Rembrandt or flatness Groening and is expected to fork up a masterpiece worthy of such illustrious artist. As I knelt before daddy and his throbbing bulge, I felt a exchangeable terror and it increased exponentially when pop released his gargantuan, bulgy turncock from the confines of his jeans. The length and width of daddy's dick intimidated me in a way that I can not appropriately describe. Not only because those ten in of man meat dwarfed my increasingly moistening dick, but such a view stirred an ancient dread in the deepness of my marrow : like when a navigator of ancient times found himself dumbfounded in the thick of the watery grandness of the ocean, or when an spaceman is overwhelmed with that infinity of space which makes his existence so very minute. Kneeling before daddy's hammer, I clearly saw my own littleness, my emit vulnerability, my inescapable inadequacy, before the raw virility of the man whom I loved and desired with energies that exceeded my inclusion. My mouth was an arid desert, my center burdened with an insurmountable weighting ; I was as if lost in a trance.

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

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

As my tongue pressed against the ray of daddy's cock, I was inebriated with the musk that suffused the thicket of his row pubes, and my chin touched his pendulous, fill out nuts. As pappa's breath became increasingly laboured, he began to softly cuss and moan. My lenient tongue continued to lap up his tool, as the taste of daddy drove me mad with luxuria, with a desire that once fulfilled only called Forth a greater 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 second since time immemorial ; that as a little youngster I had rubbed on my tender, little cock all night, wishing pop would add up into my way and have over with his hands and his mouth.

Then, something unexpected happened. Daddy began softly humming a tune as my tongue ran the length of his tool and swirled around his hard, glistening hammer head. It was a tune he had often sung to me as he tucked me in my bed at night, when my little gumshoe was hardening wishing pappa would say with me all night. The tune of the berceuse was too much ! I had reached a point from whence there could be no return.

"OH fucking pappa !"

pappa, knowing I was about to reach out the thawing crisis, scooped me from off the primer coat, laid me upon the bed, and pressed his grimace onto my fork. I felt the brightness level stubble of daddy's chin tickling my Nut, and his nose detrition against my light pubes as my cock throbbed in his sassing and throat.

"OH shtup ! DADDY ! dada !"

My nuts unloaded in daddy's pharynx. panting, drenched with swither, I was twitching from the emphasis of such an awesome climax. Suddenly I realized that I once again failed daddy ; that the initial terror that took postponement of me when first contemplating daddy's cock was truly the portent of my abject failure, of my perfidy of my heart's loftiest ambition and desires.

My optic began watering as I forced myself to take care into daddy's eyes.

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

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

"Tell me son, does this feeling like dissapointment ? See how grueling your pop's dick is ? See how much precum your papa's dick is oozing ? You made it this heavy, you made it this moist. You could never disappoint me, kid. I love ya, son."

Those blessed Scripture were pronounced as his shaft head was millimeters from my nose. I grabbed hold of that gumshoe and started jacking it as I licked it and as I suckled at his cock chief. dada must have known I could only do as much, that I was not yet possessed of the attainment and experience to deep-throat that magnificent cock as it deserved. All the spell, daddy leaned over and kissed the top of my drumhead, and I interrupted myself repeatedly to collapse daddy a kiss, with each candy kiss becoming wetter and wetter with his precum. Daddy's moans and grunts became louder and more frequent, and my rima oris became increasingly filled with his precum, the taste and texture of which sent me into contiguous beatitude.

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

"No pa. I love surprises. Cum for me daddy ! Feed your boy !"

"OH screw YEAH !"

pa's stopcock shot too much cum too fast for me to catch it all in my mouth. The midst, creamy roach of jizz bounced off the ceiling of my sassing and oozed down my chin, running down my cervix onto my thorax. daddy flashed me a brilliant smile and picked me up from the floor, bombarding me with kiss. With each kiss he slurped the cum off my skin and he fed me the hot, creamy gobs with his spit 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 judgement tempered by humility, I softly kissed daddy and whispered a give-and-take of thanks. pappa, smiling, replied :

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