Ever since I could call up or think things, I always got toilsome whenever I saw daddy walking about the house with his big bulge. I went unbalanced thinking that his meaty cock and clayey Nut were reaching out and calling out to me from beneath the packer and jean. All I could do was masturbate intensely and vigorously for hour as I thought of pa walking into my room with that big swelling, only to discover his thick meat for me to taste and to ride all night long.

As I jacked off, I swirled the duncish strings of precum around my clapper, imagining I was tasting daddy's dessert ointment. 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 stopcock which was stuffing my ass.

One day I woke up especially steamy. With my cock rock hard, I sneaked into his elbow room, hoping to find him sleeping. He was not there, but the bed was a mess with a smut magazine and a cotton wool napkin. I was drawn to the napkin by its heavy musk, which I recognized from having smelled daddy's dirty underclothes for years. The napkin was weaken 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 sweet wetness of those meaty balls ! I almost came as I began licking the material, seeking to taste daddy's cream as much as I could.

There and then I could not facilitate but to conduct my peter out and start jacking off ! Lying on daddy's bed, I stroked my aching and twitching shaft, fingering my blind drunk gob while the table napkin was on my oral cavity and tongue, tasting and smelling daddy. I cleaned up the dozens of precum with the like napkin, so that I could taste my cum and papa's together ! It was as fold as I had gotten to realizing my most privy and torrid desire.

I was so overwhelmed with excitement and so absorbed in masturbation and fantasy, moaning, cussing, grunting and calling out pa's name, that I did not notification pop entering the room and standing in front of me.

A charge of adrenaline shot through my veins, a sudden scourge took keep of me… until I noticed daddy's smile…

"smell 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 front there, and even more surprised at his reaction. But that grinning and that oceanic abyss representative ! screw !

There and then I fell in sexual love with papa all over again ! There and then I determined with all my center to belong to daddy ; to take no will or desire of my own, but to be the very avatar of his desires and instruction. I wanted to mislay myself in his eyes, his spirit, his touch, his flesh ; to become one with him and to stay on there forever.

By a sort of magnetic force that defied uncouth sense, courtesy and social codes, my script was drawn to my arduous stopcock and began to stroke it as I looked intensely upon pop's member aching to rid itself from the restraint of those tight jeans. I didn't care that daddy was there, I didn't care if I got punished for jacking off, all that mattered is that my nuts were churning like crazy and my cock was pulsating and twitching with desire.

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

"Uh, well, sir, um,"I replied with a nervousness that came from little terror of what could take place next and from desire for what I wanted to have encounter next,"it looks a bit fall apart. Maybe it's clip to get new one ?"

"That is an splendid mind, son. I reckon I could search throughout the linen draftsman 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 tumid bulge, the gibbousness that had tempted me every day and made me jack off so many times since I could commend, moaning and whimpering like a little kick in passion. daddy continued,

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

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

pappa smiled as he reached for my grueling dick. watchword fail to discover what I felt as pappa began stroking my pecker. There is also no way to take a shit others understand the ocean of joy into which I was plunged as pa slowly inserted his finger into my tight hole and started finger-fucking me as he jacked my putz. And when daddy pressed his velvet tongue onto my twitching, hard gumshoe ? Oh roll in the hay ! It was as if a man, deaf since birth, for the first clock time listened to the Lady with the Lamp, or to Mozart, or to the Kate Smith. I had no precious concept, no human body of character 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 assure me."Don't worry son, just love it."Then he opened his mouth and gently sucked at my cock head.

"HOLY crap ! !"

Usually in stories like this, the narrator continues to identify a gracious, tenacious session of hot oral 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 backtalk. There are no news, no concepts, no memes that can facilitate me express the pleasure of having pappa making me cum and slurping the gobs and thick-skulled string section of jizz directly from my shaft ; and to express the frustration that I was too warm to cum, that I may stimulate disappointed daddy.

But daddy's smile and his eye told me that he was having a blast eating my cum and licking my dick clean. Then he put his workforce behind my psyche and gently pushed my face onto his. We began to buss ! His tongue was as soft and as dexterous in my mouth as it was when licking and sucking my tool. As we kissed, he once more began fingering my hollow. It did not demand long for me to get toilsome again.

"pappa, may I suck your dick ?"I said between kisses.

"Please dad, seduce me your new cum rag. Pretty please, sir !"

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Imagine the feelings of a nestling 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 like terror and it increased exponentially when daddy released his gargantuan, bulbous cock from the confines of his jeans. The length and width of daddy's dick intimidated me in a way that I can not appropriately trace. Not only because those ten inches of man marrow dwarfed my increasingly moistening tool, but such a sight stirred an ancient dread in the depths of my nub : like when a navigator of antediluvian times found himself dumbfounded in the midst of the watery immensities of the ocean, or when an spaceman is overwhelmed with that infinity of space which makes his existence so very infinitesimal. Kneeling before pappa's tool, I clearly saw my own littleness, my express vulnerability, my inescapable inadequacy, before the raw virility of the man whom I loved and desired with energies that exceeded my comprehension. My mouth was an arid desert, my heart burdened with an insurmountable weightiness ; I was as if lost in a trance.

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

There were no Son I could speak ; I could only sacrifice him the doleful, perplexed looking of a puppy that was given a control which it could not understand."Don't headache kid,"he said reassuringly,"daddy's here, just revel yourself."

As my tongue pressed against the slam of pappa's pecker, I was inebriated with the musk that suffused the thicket of his class os pubis, and my chin touched his pendulous, plunk crackpot. As daddy's breath became increasingly fleshy, he began to softly curse and moan. My delicate tongue continued to thrash his shaft, as the mouthful of daddy drove me mad with lust, with a desire that once fulfilled only called Forth a bang-up desire. It took all the speciality I had to go along myself from cumming prematurely again. I had to disregard the fact that I had been dreaming of this import since time immemorial ; that as a short child I had rubbed on my tender, trivial rooster all Night, wishing papa would descend into my room and take over with his custody and his mouth.

Then, something unexpected happened. pop began softly humming a tune as my tongue ran the duration of his dick and swirled around his hard, shiny cock head. It was a melody he had often sung to me as he tucked me in my bed at Nox, when my picayune dick was hardening wish daddy would say with me all night. The line of the lullaby was too much ! I had reached a head from whence there could be no return.

"OH piece of ass DADDY !"

Daddy, knowing I was about to reach the melting crisis, scooped me from off the ground, laid me upon the bed, and pressed his expression onto my genital organ. I felt the spark husk of pop's chin tickling my testicle, and his scent detrition against my light pubes as my cock throbbed in his mouthpiece and throat.

"OH piece of tail ! daddy ! pappa !"

My freak unloaded in pop'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 daddy ; that the initial terror that took grip of me when first contemplating pop's shaft was truly the portent of my unhopeful failure, of my treachery of my meat's proud aspirations and desires.

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

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

pa flashed a puckish smile, as he playfully and gently slapped my side with his voiceless dick.

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

Those blessed words were pronounced as his cock head was millimeters from my nozzle. I grabbed hold of that gumshoe and started jacking it as I licked it and as I suckled at his pecker head. pop must have known I could only do as much, that I was not yet possessed of the accomplishment and experience to deep-throat that glorious peter as it deserved. All the while, daddy leaned over and kissed the top of my head, and I interrupted myself repeatedly to gift daddy a kiss, with each kiss becoming wetter and wetter with his precum. Daddy's moan and grunt became louder and more patronise, and my mouth became increasingly filled with his precum, the penchant and texture of which sent me into contiguous beatitude.

"You want me to tell ya when I'm gon na snap ?"dada said between groan, with almost a release of breath.

"No papa. I love surprises. Cum for me pappa ! course your boy !"

"OH FUCK YEAH !"

Daddy's putz shot too lots cum too fast for me to fascinate it all in my lip. The thick, creamy ropes of jizz bounced off the roof of my mouth and oozed down my chin, running down my neck onto my dresser. Daddy flashed me a brilliant grinning and picked me up from the flooring, bombarding me with kisses. With each osculation he slurped the cum off my pelt and he fed me the hot, creamy lashings with his glossa as we kissed.

Both of us were lying on the bed, softly panting and smiling at each other. My heart all entire of joy and gratitude, with a mind tempered by humbleness, I softly kissed pa and whispered a word of honor of thanks. pa, smiling, replied :

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