Ever since I could remember or think things, I always got hard whenever I saw daddy walking about the planetary house with his big protuberance. I went crazy thinking that his meaty cock and weighed down nuts were reaching out and calling out to me from beneath the boxers and jeans. All I could do was wank intensely and vigorously for hours as I thought of pa walking into my room with that big protuberance, only to strike his boneheaded meat for me to savor and to ride all night long.

As I jacked off, I swirled the thick strings of precum around my tongue, imagining I was tasting dad's Henry 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 daddy's juicy cock which was stuffing my ass.

One day I woke up especially randy. With my pecker rock candy hard, I sneaked into his room, hoping to get hold him sleeping. He was not there, but the bed was a mass with a porno magazine and a cotton plant napkin. I was drawn to the nappy by its heavy musk, which I recognized from having smelled pop's dirty underclothing for year. The napkin was break 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 substantive globe ! I almost came as I began licking the material, seeking to taste daddy's pick as much as I could.

There and then I could not help but to lease my cock out and start jacking off ! Lying on pappa's bed, I stroked my aching and twitching dick, fingering my slopped jam while the table napkin was on my mouth and tongue, tasting and smelling daddy. I cleaned up the gobs of precum with the Saame napkin, so that I could taste my cum and daddy's together ! It was as close as I had gotten to realizing my most mystical and ardent desire.

I was so deluge with excitation and so imbibe in masturbation and fantasy, moaning, cussing, grunting and calling out dada's figure, that I did not notice dad entering the room and standing in front of me.

A rush of Adrenalin 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,"pa said with a smile.

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"Uhh… umm…"I was dumbfounded by his comportment there, and even more surprised at his response. But that smile and that cryptic voice ! nooky !

There and then I fell in dear with daddy all over again ! There and then I determined with all my heart to belong to daddy ; to have no will or desire of my own, but to be the very embodiment of his desires and program line. I wanted to fall behind myself in his eyes, his olfactory perception, his signature, his flesh ; to go one with him and to remain there forever.

By a sort of magnetic force that defied common common sense, courtesy and social codes, my hand was drawn to my tough cock and began to stroke it as I looked intensely upon daddy's member aching to justify itself from the constraints of those loaded jeans. I didn't care that daddy was there, I didn't concern if I got punished for jacking off, all that mattered is that my screwball were churning like crazy and my stopcock was pulsating and twitching with desire.

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

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

"That is an first-class idea, son. I reckon I could search throughout the linen drawers for one, but that'd take metre and I'm kinda horny now… kinda really horny, like aright now."

As daddy said this, he began rubbing at the increasingly boastfully bulge, the bulge that had tempted me every day and made me jack up off so many fourth dimension since I could remember, moaning and whimpering like a trivial kick in heat. dada continued,

"You got an idea 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 dada,"I gently replied,"you don't need a cum rag."

pa smiled as he reached for my grueling dick. Words fail to name what I felt as dada began stroking my prick. There is also no way to make others understand the ocean of pleasure into which I was plunged as daddy slowly inserted his finger's breadth into my tight hole and started finger-fucking me as he jacked my prick. And when pa pressed his velvet tongue onto my twitching, strong shaft ? Oh nooky ! It was as if a man, deaf since birth, for the first meter listened to the Lady with the Lamp, or to Mozart, or to the Smith. I had no precious conception, no skeletal frame of credit, with which I could even understand what was happening or distinguish what I should do with this experience.

Daddy, sensing my befuddlement, sought to assure me."Don't worry son, just enjoy it."Then he opened his mouth and gently sucked at my cock head.

"HOLY jack ! !"

Usually in tarradiddle like this, the storyteller continues to discover a nice, foresighted school term of hot oral sex ; and I would be lying if I did the same. The truth is that I came the moment my cock straits passed daddy's backtalk. There are no words, no concepts, no memes that can assist me express the pleasure of having pa making me cum and slurping the gobs and thick drawing string of jizz directly from my cock ; and to express the thwarting that I was too prompt to cum, that I may have disappointed daddy.

But daddy's smile and his eyes told me that he was having a blast eating my cum and licking my dick clean. Then he put his hands behind my caput and gently pushed my facial expression 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 putz. As we kissed, he once more began fingering my hole. It did not have long for me to get grueling again.

"dad, may I take in your dick ?"I said between kisses.

"Please dad, take a shit me your new cum rag. Pretty please, sir !"

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Imagine the intuitive feeling of a nestling who, knowing only how to doodle, stands before such headmaster as Rembrandt or matte Groening and is expected to deliver a masterpiece worthy of such celebrated artist. As I knelt before pa and his throbbing bulge, I felt a alike holy terror and it increased exponentially when pa released his gargantuan, bulbous cock from the confines of his jean. The distance and width of pop's cock intimidated me in a way that I can not appropriately name. Not only because those ten inches of man substance dwarfed my increasingly moistening shaft, but such a muckle stirred an ancient dread in the depths of my sum : like when a navigator of ancient times found himself dumbfounded in the midst of the watery vastness of the ocean, or when an cosmonaut is overwhelmed with that eternity of distance which makes his existence so very infinitesimal. Kneeling before daddy's peter, I clearly saw my own pettiness, my verbalize exposure, my unavoidable insufficiency, before the raw manliness of the man whom I loved and desired with energies that exceeded my comprehension. My rima oris was an waterless desert, my warmness burdened with an insuperable weight ; I was as if lost in a trance.

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

There were no words I could speak ; I could only consecrate him the doleful, flummox look of a puppy that was given a program line which it could not understand."Don't vexation kid,"he said reassuringly,"daddy's here, just bask yourself."

As my lingua pressed against the diaphysis of pappa's cock, I was inebriated with the musk that suffused the thicket of his course pubes, and my chin touched his pendulous, plump nuts. As pop's breath became increasingly heavy, he began to softly imprecate and groan. My balmy tongue continued to clobber his prick, as the taste of papa drove me mad with lust, with a desire that once fulfilled only called Forth River a greater desire. It took all the strength I had to maintain myself from cumming prematurely again. I had to ignore the fact that I had been dreaming of this here and now since time immemorial ; that as a little tyke I had rubbed on my supply ship, picayune pecker all Night, wishing daddy would get into my elbow room and remove over with his hands and his mouth.

Then, something unexpected happened. pop began softly humming a tune as my tongue ran the duration of his gumshoe and swirled around his hard, shiny prick school principal. It was a melodic phrase he had often sung to me as he tucked me in my bed at night, when my little dick was hardening wishing dad would say with me all night. The tune of the lullaby was too much ! I had reached a percentage point from whence there could be no return.

"OH fuck DADDY !"

Daddy, knowing I was about to pass the melting crisis, scooped me from off the ground, laid me upon the bed, and pressed his face onto my genitalia. I felt the light stubble of daddy's chin tickling my nuts, and his nose rubbing against my light pubes as my cock throbbed in his mouth and throat.

"OH shag ! DADDY ! pop !"

My nuts unloaded in daddy's throat. Panting, drenched with sweat, I was twitching from the fierceness of such an awesome climax. Suddenly I realized that I once again failed dada ; that the initial terror that took wait of me when first contemplating papa's cock was truly the portent of my abject failure, of my betrayal of my heart's exalted aspirations and desires.

My eyes began watering as I forced myself to depend into dada's eyes.

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

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

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

Those blessed words were pronounced as his hammer head was millimeter from my nose. I grabbed hold of that dick and started jacking it as I licked it and as I suckled at his shaft fountainhead. papa must have known I could only do as much, that I was not yet possessed of the science and experience to deep-throat that glorious tool as it deserved. All the piece, daddy leaned over and kissed the top of my caput, and I interrupted myself repeatedly to generate daddy a osculation, with each osculation becoming wetter and wetter with his precum. Daddy's groan and grunts became louder and more patronize, and my sass became increasingly filled with his precum, the taste perception and texture of which sent me into quick beatitude.

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

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

"OH nookie YEAH !"

dad's cock shot too a lot cum too fast for me to catch it all in my backtalk. The thick, creamy ropes of jizz bounced off the roof of my mouth and oozed down my chin, running down my neck onto my chest. pappa flashed me a magnificent smiling and picked me up from the floor, bombarding me with buss. With each kiss he slurped the cum off my peel 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 former. My affectionateness all full of joy and gratitude, with a judgement tempered by humility, I softly kissed dada and whispered a Logos of thanks. dad, smiling, replied :

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