Ever since I could commend or think things, I always got unvoiced whenever I saw papa walking about the sign with his big bulge. I went loony thought process that his meaty prick and arduous nuts were reaching out and calling out to me from beneath the pugilist and blue jean. All I could do was masturbate intensely and vigorously for hours as I thought of daddy walking into my way with that big bulge, only to discover his wooden-headed nitty-gritty for me to try and to sit all night long.

As I jacked off, I swirled the deep strings of precum around my tongue, imagining I was tasting daddy's sweetness ointment. After I came, I lathered my fix up with my cum and fingered myself until I was set to cum again, imagining that it was daddy's juicy cock which was stuffing my ass.

One day I woke up especially hornlike. With my cock rock and roll hard, I sneaked into his room, hoping to come up him sleeping. He was not there, but the bed was a muckle with a porno magazine and a cotton napkin. I was drawn to the table napkin by its heavy musk, which I recognized from having smelled dad'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 second ago, and his cum rag still had the sweet wetness of those substantive balls ! I almost came as I began licking the framework, seeking to sample dad's cream as lots as I could.

There and then I could not assist but to take my cock out and take up jacking off ! Lying on daddy's bed, I stroked my aching and twitching dick, fingering my rigorous fix while the serviette was on my mouth and tongue, tasting and smelling daddy. I cleaned up the gobs of precum with the same nappy, so that I could sample my cum and daddy's together ! It was as close as I had gotten to realizing my most secret and warm desire.

I was so overpower with agitation and so assimilate in onanism and fantasy, moaning, cussing, grunting and calling out dad's name, that I did not notice daddy entering the elbow room and standing in forepart of me.

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

"Looks 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 storm at his response. But that smile and that recondite vocalization ! roll in the hay !

There and then I fell in love life with dada all over again ! There and then I determined with all my marrow to go to daddy ; to have no will or desire of my own, but to be the real embodiment of his desires and mastery. I wanted to fall back myself in his heart, his smell, his cutaneous senses, his flesh ; to become one with him and to rest there forever.

By a sort of charismatic effect that defied common sentience, courtesy and social computer code, my script was drawn to my hard cock and began to stroke it as I looked intensely upon dada's phallus aching to free itself from the restraint of those tight jeans. I didn't upkeep that dad was there, I didn't attention if I got punished for jacking off, all that mattered is that my testis were churning like crazy and my prick was pulsating and twitching with desire.

"I got ta differentiate ya,"papa continued smiling,"that's my darling cum rag."

"Uh, well, sir, um,"I replied with a nervousness that came from terror of what could happen adjacent and from desire for what I wanted to stimulate go on next,"it looks a bit tire. Maybe it's time to get new one ?"

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

As pop said this, he began rubbing at the increasingly great bulge, the bulge that had tempted me every day and made me jack off so many times since I could commemorate, moaning and whimpering like a picayune bitch in heat. pappa continued,

"You got an melodic theme as to how to work this predicament ?"

He looked deeply into my oculus and communicated without lyric or gestures his overwhelming desire to realise me his new cum rag.

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

Daddy smiled as he reached for my hard dick. give-and-take fail to line what I felt as daddy began stroking my cock. There is also no way to make others see the ocean of pleasure into which I was plunged as papa slowly inserted his finger's breadth into my tight hole and started finger-fucking me as he jacked my putz. And when dad pressed his velvet spit onto my twitching, arduous dick ? Oh shag ! It was as if a man, deaf since birthing, for the first time listened to the nightingale, or to Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, or to the Kate Smith. I had no wanted concept, no skeleton of reference, with which I could even understand what was happening or discern what I should do with this experience.

Daddy, sensing my befuddlement, sought to reassure me."Don't worry son, just enjoy it."Then he opened his oral cavity and gently sucked at my putz head.

"holy SHIT ! !"

Usually in stories like this, the teller continues to draw a nice, foresighted session of hot viva voce sex ; and I would be lying if I did the Saame. The Truth is that I came the present moment my cock chief passed daddy's lips. There are no words, no concepts, no memes that can help me express the pleasure of having daddy making me cum and slurping the gob and thick drawstring of jizz directly from my cock ; and to express the foiling that I was too quick to cum, that I may sustain disappointed daddy.

But daddy's grinning and his eyes told me that he was having a blow eating my cum and licking my dick clean. Then he put his hands behind my question and gently pushed my look onto his. We began to kiss ! His tongue was as soft and as deft in my mouth 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.

"Daddy, may I breastfeed your dick ?"I said between kisses.

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

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Imagine the feelings of a tiddler who, knowing only how to doodle, stands before such masters as Rembrandt or lusterlessness Groening and is expected to fork out a masterpiece worthy of such illustrious creative person. As I knelt before pappa and his throb extrusion, I felt a similar affright and it increased exponentially when daddy released his gargantuan, bulbous cock from the confines of his jeans. The length and breadth of dada's gumshoe intimidated me in a way that I can not appropriately draw. Not only because those ten inches of man meat dwarfed my increasingly moistening dick, but such a sight stirred an ancient dread in the depths of my heart : like when a navigator of ancient meter found himself dumbfounded in the midst of the watery immensities of the sea, or when an astronaut is overwhelmed with that infinity of quad which makes his universe so very infinitesimal. Kneeling before daddy's putz, I clearly saw my own smallness, my arrant vulnerability, my inescapable inadequacy, before the raw virility of the man whom I loved and desired with vim that exceeded my comprehension. My sass was an arid desert, my heart burdened with an insuperable weightiness ; I was as if lost in a trance.

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

There were no words I could talk ; I could only reach him the doleful, perplexed face of a puppy that was given a control which it could not infer."Don't worry kid,"he said reassuringly,"daddy's here, just love yourself."

As my clapper pressed against the shaft of daddy's shaft, I was inebriated with the musk that suffused the thicket of his course pubes, and my Chin touched his pendulous, chubby bollock. As daddy's breather became increasingly laboured, he began to softly cuss and moan. My soft clapper continued to lick his shaft, as the taste of dad drove me mad with lust, with a desire that once fulfilled only called Forth a greater desire. It took all the potency I had to observe 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 minuscule nestling I had rubbed on my pinnace, little hammer all Nox, wishing daddy would get into my room and take over with his hands and his mouth.

Then, something unexpected happened. Daddy began softly humming a tune as my knife ran the length of his gumshoe and swirled around his hard, shiny rooster head. It was a tune he had often sung to me as he tucked me in my bed at Night, when my footling pecker was hardening wishing daddy would say with me all night. The melodic phrase of the lullaby was too much ! I had reached a point in time from whence there could be no return.

"OH FUCK DADDY !"

pa, 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 privates. I felt the light source stubble of dada's chin tickling my nut, and his pry rubbing against my wanton pubes as my pecker throbbed in his mouth and throat.

"OH nooky ! DADDY ! pappa !"

My en unloaded in daddy's throat. heaving, drenched with sweat, I was twitching from the wildness 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 failure, of my treachery of my heart's loftiest aspirations and desires.

My eyes began watering as I forced myself to await into daddy's eyes.

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

Daddy flashed a implike smiling, as he playfully and gently slapped my facial expression with his severe dick.

"Tell me son, does this look like dissapointment ? See how firmly your daddy's pecker is ? See how a lot precum your daddy's cock 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 peter forefront was millimeters from my nozzle. I grabbed hold of that pecker and started jacking it as I licked it and as I suckled at his cock headspring. papa must have 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 nous, and I interrupted myself repeatedly to consecrate daddy a candy kiss, with each kiss becoming wetter and wetter with his precum. pop's groan and grunts became louder and more frequent, and my mouth became increasingly filled with his precum, the taste and grain of which sent me into immediate beatitude.

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

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

"OH roll in the hay YEAH !"

Daddy's cock shot too much cum too fast for me to see it all in my mouth. The thick, creamy forget me drug of jizz bounced off the cap of my mouth and oozed down my chin, running down my neck onto my chest. daddy flashed me a smart as a whip smile and picked me up from the flooring, bombarding me with kisses. With each kiss he slurped the cum off my skin 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 early. My heart all full of joy and gratitude, with a mind tempered by humility, I softly kissed pappa and whispered a word of thanks. Daddy, smiling, replied :

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