Ever since I could remember or think affair, I always got hard whenever I saw pa walking about the house with his big bulge. I went crazy thought process that his meaty cock and heavy nuts were reaching out and calling out to me from beneath the boxer and jeans. All I could do was masturbate intensely and vigorously for 60 minutes as I thought of dad walking into my way with that big bulge, only to give away his slurred meat for me to taste and to ride all night long.

As I jacked off, I swirled the duncish chain of precum around my lingua, imagining I was tasting dad's sweet pick. After I came, I lathered my mess up with my cum and fingered myself until I was ready to cum again, imagining that it was daddy's juicy shaft which was stuffing my ass.

One day I woke up especially horny. With my dick rock arduous, I sneaked into his room, hoping to detect him sleeping. He was not there, but the bed was a mess with a pornography clip and a cotton napkin. I was drawn to the nappy by its heavy musk, which I recognized from having smelled daddy's dirty underwear for years. The serviette was break 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 testicle ! I almost came as I began licking the fabric, seeking to taste daddy's cream as much as I could.

There and then I could not help but to contract my pecker out and start jacking off ! Lying on daddy's bed, I stroked my aching and twitching peter, fingering my tight maw while the napkin was on my mouth and tongue, tasting and smelling daddy. I cleaned up the piles of precum with the same napkin, so that I could savour my cum and daddy's together ! It was as close as I had gotten to realizing my most secret and ardent desire.

I was so flood out with excitement and so absorbed in masturbation and fantasy, moaning, cussing, grunting and calling out daddy's epithet, that I did not notice daddy entering the room and standing in front of me.

A rush of Adrenalin shot through my veins, a sudden threat took cargo deck of me… until I noticed pa's smile…

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

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"Uhh… umm…"I was dumbfounded by his presence there, and even more surprised at his reaction. But that smile and that late voice ! FUCK !

There and then I fell in love life with pa all over again ! There and then I determined with all my heart to go to daddy ; to have no will or desire of my own, but to be the very embodiment of his desires and mastery. I wanted to lose myself in his middle, his smell, his touch, his flesh ; to suit one with him and to remain there forever.

By a sort of magnetized force that defied mutual sense, courtesy and social computer code, my hand was drawn to my hard dick and began to stroke it as I looked intensely upon daddy's extremity aching to unloosen itself from the constraint of those tight jeans. I didn't aid that dada was there, I didn't charge 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 best-loved cum rag."

"Uh, well, sir, um,"I replied with a nerves that came from terror of what could chance next and from desire for what I wanted to suffer occur future,"it looks a bit worn. Maybe it's clock time to get new one ?"

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

As papa said this, he began rubbing at the increasingly turgid gibbousness, the bulge that had tempted me every day and made me jacklight off so many times since I could remember, moaning and whimpering like a short gripe in oestrus. Daddy continued,

"You got an mind as to how to clear 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 daddy,"I gently replied,"you don't need a cum rag."

Daddy smiled as he reached for my hard shaft. words fail to describe what I felt as dada began stroking my cock. There is also no way to make others sympathise the sea of delight into which I was plunged as pop slowly inserted his finger into my fuddled golf hole and started finger-fucking me as he jacked my dick. And when pop pressed his velvet tongue onto my twitching, heavy cock ? Oh fuck ! It was as if a man, deaf since nascency, for the first time listened to the nightingale, or to Mozart, or to the Smiths. I had no wanted concept, no bod of point of reference, with which I could even realise what was happening or tell apart what I should do with this experience.

Daddy, sensing my befuddlement, sought to reassure me."Don't worry son, just love it."Then he opened his rima oris and gently sucked at my tool head.

"sanctum SHIT ! !"

Usually in stories like this, the storyteller continues to describe a dainty, hanker session of hot oral sex ; and I would be lying if I did the Saami. The truth is that I came the moment my stopcock forefront passed dada's brim. There are no lyric, no concept, no memes that can avail me express the pleasure of having daddy making me cum and slurping the gobs and thick train of jizz directly from my shaft ; and to give tongue to the frustration that I was too nimble to cum, that I may consume disappointed daddy.

But dad's smile and his eyes told me that he was having a blast eating my cum and licking my peter clean and jerk. Then he put his hands behind my head and gently pushed my case onto his. We began to kiss ! His knife was as subdued and as dexterous in my backtalk 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 take in your tool ?"I said between kisses.

"Please pa, draw me your new cum rag. Pretty please, sir !"

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Imagine the feelings of a child 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 notable artists. As I knelt before dada and his pounding gibbosity, I felt a similar terror and it increased exponentially when papa released his gargantuan, bulblike cock from the confines of his jeans. The length and breadth of daddy's dick intimidated me in a way that I can not appropriately describe. Not only because those ten inches of man meat dwarfed my increasingly moistening dick, but such a mass stirred an ancient dread in the depths of my eye : like when a navigator of antediluvian times found himself dumbfounded in the midst of the watery sizeableness of the sea, or when an spaceman is overwhelmed with that eternity of blank space which makes his existence so very infinitesimal. Kneeling before daddy's cock, I clearly saw my own pettiness, my utter vulnerability, my inescapable inadequacy, before the raw virility of the man whom I loved and desired with energies that exceeded my inclusion. My sassing was an arid desert, my heart burdened with an insurmountable 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 moderately eyes of yours saw it."

There were no words I could speak ; I could only have him the doleful, bewilder spirit of a puppy that was given a instruction 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 pop's putz, I was inebriated with the musk that suffused the thicket of his track os pubis, and my Kuki-Chin touched his cernuous, plump crackpot. As daddy's breath became increasingly laborious, he began to softly cuss and moan. My indulgent tongue continued to clobber his tool, as the taste of daddy drove me mad with lust, with a desire that once fulfilled only called Forth a swell desire. It took all the strength I had to keep myself from cumming prematurely again. I had to ignore the fact that I had been dreaming of this consequence since time immemorial ; that as a little child I had rubbed on my legal tender, picayune stopcock all night, wishing pa would make out into my room and take over with his manpower and his mouth.

Then, something unexpected happened. Daddy began softly humming a tune as my tongue ran the duration of his putz and swirled around his hard, shiny dick straits. It was a melody he had often sung to me as he tucked me in my bed at night, when my small putz was hardening wishing daddy would say with me all night. The air of the cradlesong was too much ! I had reached a item from whence there could be no return.

"OH piece of ass DADDY !"

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

"OH shag ! DADDY ! DADDY !"

My nuts unloaded in daddy's pharynx. heaving, drenched with sweat, I was twitching from the emphasis of such an awesome climax. Suddenly I realized that I once again failed pa ; that the initial terror that took detainment of me when first contemplating daddy's cock was truly the presage of my abject failure, of my betrayal of my heart's loftiest aspirations and desires.

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

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

daddy flashed a wicked smile, as he playfully and gently slapped my case with his heavily dick.

"Tell me son, does this feeling like dissapointment ? See how hard your daddy's putz is ? See how a good deal precum your pappa'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 headway was millimeter from my nose. I grabbed handgrip of that pecker and started jacking it as I licked it and as I suckled at his rooster caput. Daddy must possess known I could only do as much, that I was not yet possessed of the attainment and experience to deep-throat that glorious dick as it deserved. All the spell, pa leaned over and kissed the top of my head, and I interrupted myself repeatedly to give daddy a buss, with each kiss becoming surface-active agent and bed wetter with his precum. papa's moan and grunt became louder and more shop at, and my mouth became increasingly filled with his precum, the taste and texture of which sent me into straightaway beatitude.

"You want me to tell ya when I'm gon na fall apart ?"dad said between groan, with almost a going of breath.

"No daddy. I love surprise. Cum for me papa ! eat your boy !"

"OH FUCK YEAH !"

papa's cock shot too practically cum too fast for me to catch it all in my mouth. The thick, creamy ropes of jizz bounced off the roof of my backtalk and oozed down my Kuki, running down my neck opening onto my chest of drawers. pappa flashed me a brainy smile and picked me up from the flooring, bombarding me with kisses. With each kiss he slurped the cum off my tegument and he fed me the hot, creamy gobs with his clapper as we kissed.

Both of us were lying on the bed, softly panting and smiling at each other. My sum all full of joy and gratitude, with a head tempered by humility, I softly kissed daddy and whispered a word of thanks. Daddy, smiling, replied :

"expression like now you're my dearie cum rag, son. ”