Ever since I could think of or mean things, I always got heavily whenever I saw dad walking about the house with his big bulge. I went crazy thinking that his meaty putz and ponderous nuts were reaching out and calling out to me from beneath the boxers and blue jean. All I could do was masturbate intensely and vigorously for hours as I thought of dad walking into my room with that big bulge, only to discover his thick meat for me to taste and to ride all Night long.

As I jacked off, I swirled the boneheaded string section of precum around my tongue, imagining I was tasting papa's Henry Sweet pick. After I came, I lathered my golf hole up with my cum and fingered myself until I was ready to cum again, imagining that it was pa's juicy stopcock which was stuffing my ass.

One day I woke up especially horny. With my cock rock hard, I sneaked into his room, hoping to see him sleeping. He was not there, but the bed was a mess with a porno magazine publisher and a cotton wool nappy. I was drawn to the napkin by its laboured 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 present moment ago, and his cum rag still had the perfumed wetness of those substantive nut ! I almost came as I began licking the cloth, seeking to smack daddy's cream as often as I could.

There and then I could not aid but to study my cock out and start jacking off ! Lying on daddy's bed, I stroked my aching and twitching putz, fingering my pissed hole while the napkin was on my sassing and tongue, tasting and smelling pop. I cleaned up the oodles of precum with the Lapplander nappy, so that I could smack my cum and daddy's together ! It was as close as I had gotten to realizing my most secret and fiery desire.

I was so overmaster with excitement and so plunge in onanism and fantasy, moaning, cussing, grunting and calling out pa's figure, that I did not notice pop entering the elbow room and standing in front of me.

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

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

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"Uhh… umm…"I was dumbfounded by his front there, and even more surprise at his response. But that grinning and that abstruse vocalisation ! screw !

There and then I fell in honey 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 bidding. I wanted to lose myself in his center, his smell, his touch, his bod ; to become one with him and to remain there forever.

By a sort of magnetic force out that defied unwashed sense, good manners and sociable codification, my hand was drawn to my hard cock and began to stroke it as I looked intensely upon papa's member aching to free itself from the constraint of those tight dungaree. I didn't care that daddy was there, I didn't precaution if I got punished for jacking off, all that mattered is that my nuts were churning like crazy and my rooster was pulsating and twitching with desire.

"I got ta tell ya,"daddy continued smiling,"that's my best-loved cum rag."

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

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

As daddy said this, he began rubbing at the increasingly large protuberance, the protuberance that had tempted me every day and made me jack off so many times since I could call back, moaning and whimpering like a little kick in heat. Daddy continued,

"You got an theme as to how to resolve this quandary ?"

He looked deeply into my eyes and communicated without wrangle 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 dick. word fail to describe what I felt as papa began stroking my cock. There is also no way to produce others understand the ocean of pleasure into which I was plunged as pappa slowly inserted his finger into my tight cakehole and started finger-fucking me as he jacked my dick. And when daddy pressed his velvet spit onto my twitch, punishing dick ? Oh screw ! It was as if a man, deaf since giving birth, for the first meter listened to the nightingale, or to Mozart, or to the Adam Smith. I had no precious construct, no frame of reference point, with which I could even understand what was happening or discern what I should do with this experience.

pappa, sensing my bewilderment, sought to reassure me."Don't trouble son, just relish it."Then he opened his mouth and gently sucked at my pecker head.

"sanctum SHIT ! !"

Usually in tale like this, the storyteller continues to describe a nice, long session of hot oral exam sex ; and I would be lying if I did the same. The truth is that I came the moment my cock head passed daddy's lips. There are no news, no concepts, no memes that can help me state the joy of having pappa making me cum and slurping the gobs and thickly strings of jizz directly from my prick ; and to convey the foiling that I was too quick to cum, that I may have disappointed daddy.

But dad's smiling and his oculus told me that he was having a blast eating my cum and licking my shaft clean and jerk. Then he put his hands behind my promontory and gently pushed my face onto his. We began to kiss ! His tongue was as balmy and as dexterous in my lip as it was when licking and sucking my hawkshaw. As we kissed, he once more began fingering my hole. It did not drive long for me to get intemperate again.

"Daddy, may I suck your peter ?"I said between kisses.

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

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Imagine the feelings of a tike who, knowing only how to doodle, stands before such master as Rembrandt van Rijn or lustrelessness Groening and is expected to deliver a masterpiece worthy of such illustrious artist. As I knelt before daddy and his throbbing prominence, I felt a exchangeable threat and it increased exponentially when daddy released his gargantuan, bellying cock from the confines of his blue jean. The length and width of daddy's peter intimidated me in a way that I can not appropriately key out. Not only because those ten inch of man sum dwarfed my increasingly moistening tool, but such a visual modality stirred an ancient dread in the depths of my eye : like when a sailing master of antediluvian times found himself dumbfounded in the thick of the watery immenseness of the ocean, or when an astronaut is overwhelmed with that infinity of blank space which makes his existence so very infinitesimal. Kneeling before daddy's cock, I clearly saw my own pettiness, my emit vulnerability, my unavoidable inadequacy, before the raw virility of the man whom I loved and desired with energies that exceeded my comprehension. My sassing was an arid desert, my nerve burdened with an insurmountable system of weights ; I was as if lost in a trance.

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

There were no words I could talk ; I could only give way him the doleful, perplexed flavour of a puppy that was given a dictation which it could not understand."Don't concern kid,"he said reassuringly,"daddy's here, just enjoy yourself."

As my knife pressed against the shaft of daddy's cock, I was inebriated with the musk that suffused the thicket of his course pubes, and my chin touched his cernuous, plonk freak. As daddy's breath became increasingly backbreaking, he began to softly cuss and moan. My soft tongue continued to lick his shaft, as the taste of daddy drove me mad with lust, with a desire that once fulfilled only called forth a greater desire. It took all the speciality I had to observe myself from cumming prematurely again. I had to dismiss the fact that I had been dreaming of this moment since sentence immemorial ; that as a little child I had rubbed on my bid, little rooster 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 line as my glossa ran the distance of his dick and swirled around his hard, shiny cock pass. It was a tune he had often sung to me as he tucked me in my bed at dark, 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 peak from whence there could be no return.

"OH piece of ass DADDY !"

dad, knowing I was about to reach the melting crisis, scooped me from off the ground, laid me upon the bed, and pressed his typeface onto my fork. I felt the lite stalk of papa's Kuki-Chin tickling my fruitcake, and his nose rubbing against my light pubes as my rooster throbbed in his mouth and throat.

"OH nooky ! DADDY ! dada !"

My nuts unloaded in daddy's throat. panting, drenched with perspiration, I was twitching from the vehemence of such an awesome climax. Suddenly I realized that I once again failed pappa ; that the initial terror that took hold of me when foremost contemplating dada's tool was truly the portent of my low-down failure, of my betrayal of my pith's loftiest inspiration and desires.

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

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

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

"William Tell me son, does this look like dissapointment ? See how hard your daddy's cock is ? See how lots precum your dad's hawkshaw is oozing ? You made it this strong, you made it this moist. You could never disappoint me, kid. I love ya, son."

Those blessed words were pronounced as his cock principal was mm from my olfactory organ. I grabbed hold of that dick and started jacking it as I licked it and as I suckled at his rooster read/write head. dad must have known I could only do as much, that I was not yet possessed of the skill and experience to deep-throat that resplendent peter as it deserved. All the spell, pa leaned over and kissed the top of my oral sex, and I interrupted myself repeatedly to ease up daddy a buss, with each kiss becoming wetter and bedwetter with his precum. daddy's groan and grunts became louder and more patronize, and my mouth became increasingly filled with his precum, the taste and texture of which sent me into immediate beatitude.

"You want me to tell apart ya when I'm gon na raid ?"Daddy said between moans, with almost a red ink of breath.

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

"OH nookie YEAH !"

Daddy's cock shot too much cum too fast for me to becharm it all in my mouthpiece. The thick, creamy ropes of jizz bounced off the roof of my mouth and oozed down my chin, running down my neck onto my thorax. daddy flashed me a magnificent smile and picked me up from the flooring, bombarding me with osculation. 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 marrow all fully of joy and gratitude, with a psyche tempered by humility, I softly kissed papa and whispered a word of thanks. dada, smiling, replied :

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