Ever since I could remember or remember matter, I always got gruelling whenever I saw daddy walking about the menage with his big bulge. I went weirdo cerebration that his meaty cock and ponderous nut case were reaching out and calling out to me from beneath the boxers and blue jean. All I could do was fuck off intensely and vigorously for hour as I thought of daddy walking into my room with that big bulge, only to discover his heavyset meat for me to taste and to ride all dark long.

As I jacked off, I swirled the thick bowed stringed instrument of precum around my tongue, imagining I was tasting daddy's afters ointment. After I came, I lathered my hole up with my cum and fingered myself until I was set up to cum again, imagining that it was pa's juicy turncock which was stuffing my ass.

One day I woke up especially hornlike. With my hammer rock surd, I sneaked into his way, hoping to discover him sleeping. He was not there, but the bed was a mess with a smut mag and a cotton wool napkin. I was drawn to the napkin by its heavy musk, which I recognized from having smelled dada's dirty underwear for class. The nappy was damp and I immediately realized that it was his cum.

HIS CUM ! !

He had been jacking off but a here and now ago, and his cum rag still had the Henry Sweet wetness of those meaty balls ! I almost came as I began licking the material, seeking to taste pappa's cream as much as I could.

There and then I could not help but to take my pecker out and start jacking off ! Lying on daddy's bed, I stroked my ache and twitching shaft, fingering my tight jam while the napkin was on my mouth and clapper, tasting and smelling daddy. I cleaned up the gobs of precum with the like nappy, so that I could try my cum and daddy's together ! It was as closelipped as I had gotten to realizing my most surreptitious and fiery desire.

I was so overpower with excitation and so engage in masturbation and fantasy, moaning, cussing, grunting and calling out pop's epithet, that I did not notice daddy entering the way and standing in forepart of me.

A rush of adrenaline shot through my vena, 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 surprised at his response. But that smile and that deep voice ! FUCK !

There and then I fell in love with daddy all over again ! There and then I determined with all my spunk to go to daddy ; to take no will or desire of my own, but to be the selfsame shape of his desires and program line. I wanted to misplace myself in his eyes, his feel, his ghost, his flesh ; to turn one with him and to remain there forever.

By a form of magnetized force that defied park sense, courtesy and sociable codes, my deal was drawn to my toilsome cock and began to stroke it as I looked intensely upon daddy's member aching to unloosen itself from the constraints of those tight jeans. I didn't care that dada was there, I didn't aid 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 ya,"daddy continued smiling,"that's my deary cum rag."

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

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

As daddy said this, he began rubbing at the increasingly large bulge, the protrusion that had tempted me every day and made me jacklight off so many times since I could commemorate, moaning and whimpering like a little kick in heat. pa continued,

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

He looked deeply into my eye and communicated without words 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."

pop smiled as he reached for my hard tool. lyric fail to draw what I felt as daddy began stroking my cock. There is also no way to make others understand the sea of joy into which I was plunged as daddy slowly inserted his digit into my tight trap and started finger-fucking me as he jacked my pecker. And when daddy pressed his velvet tongue onto my twitch, hard dick ? Oh fuck ! It was as if a man, deaf since parentage, for the number 1 time listened to the Lady with the Lamp, or to Mozart, or to the Smiths. I had no precious construct, no flesh of computer address, with which I could even understand what was happening or spot what I should do with this experience.

Daddy, sensing my bemusement, sought to reassure me."Don't headache son, just delight it."Then he opened his mouth and gently sucked at my cock head.

"HOLY SHIT ! !"

Usually in storey like this, the narrator continues to describe a overnice, long session of hot oral sex ; and I would be lying if I did the same. The verity is that I came the moment my pecker fountainhead passed daddy's back talk. There are no words, no conception, no memes that can aid me carry the pleasure of having pop making me cum and slurping the cakehole and thick-skulled strings of jizz directly from my peter ; and to express the thwarting that I was too quick to cum, that I may own disappointed daddy.

But daddy's grinning and his eyes told me that he was having a bam eating my cum and licking my dick clean. Then he put his hands behind my head and gently pushed my aspect onto his. We began to kiss ! His knife was as soft and as dexterous in my rima oris 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 suck your shaft ?"I said between kisses.

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

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Imagine the tone of a child who, knowing only how to doodle, stands before such sea captain as Rembrandt Harmensz van Rijn or lusterlessness Groening and is expected to deliver a masterpiece worthy of such illustrious creative person. As I knelt before daddy and his throbbing prominence, I felt a similar terror and it increased exponentially when daddy released his gargantuan, bulblike cock from the confines of his jeans. The distance and breadth of dad's dick intimidated me in a way that I can not appropriately describe. Not only because those ten in of man pith dwarfed my increasingly moistening dick, but such a heap stirred an ancient apprehension in the depths of my substance : like when a sailing master of ancient multiplication found himself dumbfounded in the midst of the watery sizeableness of the ocean, or when an cosmonaut is overwhelmed with that infinity of distance which makes his existence so very infinitesimal. Kneeling before dada's pecker, I clearly saw my own smallness, my let out vulnerability, my ineluctable insufficiency, before the raw virility of the man whom I loved and desired with energies that exceeded my inclusion. My rima oris was an arid desert, my sum burdened with an unsurmountable system of weights ; I was as if lost in a trance.

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

There were no intelligence I could verbalise ; I could only give him the doleful, bewilder 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 enjoy yourself."

As my tongue pressed against the shaft of pa's cock, I was inebriated with the musk that suffused the thicket of his course of action pubes, and my chin touched his nodding, plump nuts. As pop's hint became increasingly heavy, he began to softly cuss and moan. My easy glossa continued to lick his shaft, as the taste perception of daddy drove me mad with lust, with a desire that once fulfilled only called Forth a with child desire. It took all the strength I had to keep myself from cumming prematurely again. I had to disregard the fact that I had been dreaming of this minute since clock time immemorial ; that as a little child I had rubbed on my tender, little pecker all night, wishing daddy would occur into my room and take over with his hand and his mouth.

Then, something unexpected happened. dad began softly humming a tune as my knife ran the length of his dick and swirled around his hard, bright cock head. It was a tune he had often sung to me as he tucked me in my bed at dark, when my little shaft was hardening wishing pop would say with me all dark. The tune of the lullaby was too much ! I had reached a point from whence there could be no return.

"OH shtup DADDY !"

pop, knowing I was about to gain the melt crisis, scooped me from off the primer, laid me upon the bed, and pressed his expression onto my genital organ. I felt the light husk of dada's Kuki tickling my ballock, and his nozzle rubbing against my light pubes as my cock throbbed in his rima oris and throat.

"OH fucking ! pa ! papa !"

My testis unloaded in pa's pharynx. panting, drenched with fret, I was twitching from the violence of such an awesome climax. Suddenly I realized that I once again failed daddy ; that the initial panic that took detention of me when offset contemplating pa's cock was truly the portent of my abject failure, of my treason of my nerve's loftiest inspiration and desires.

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

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

Daddy flashed a mischievous grinning, as he playfully and gently slapped my aspect with his heavily dick.

"William Tell me son, does this smell like dissapointment ? See how hard your daddy's dick is ? See how a good deal precum your daddy's dick 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 tool head was millimeters from my nose. I grabbed hold of that dick and started jacking it as I licked it and as I suckled at his cock head. Daddy must suffer known I could only do as much, that I was not yet possessed of the attainment and experience to deep-throat that glorious cock as it deserved. All the piece, pappa leaned over and kissed the top of my headspring, and I interrupted myself repeatedly to give daddy a kiss, with each kiss becoming wetter and wetter with his precum. Daddy's moan and grunts became louder and more patronize, and my sassing became increasingly filled with his precum, the taste and texture of which sent me into quick beatitude.

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

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

"OH FUCK YEAH !"

Daddy's peter shot too much cum too fast for me to catch it all in my mouth. The midst, creamy ropes of jizz bounced off the cap of my lip and oozed down my chin, running down my neck opening onto my chest. pappa flashed me a vivid smile and picked me up from the base, bombarding me with kisses. With each kiss he slurped the cum off my pelt and he fed me the hot, creamy old salt with his glossa as we kissed.

Both of us were lying on the bed, softly panting and smiling at each former. My affection all total of joy and gratitude, with a mind tempered by humility, I softly kissed daddy and whispered a Christian Bible of thanks. pa, smiling, replied :

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