Ever since I could remember or think things, I always got hard whenever I saw daddy walking about the firm with his big protuberance. I went looney intellection that his meaty hammer and heavy nut 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 pa 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 thick strings of precum around my tongue, imagining I was tasting daddy's sweet cream. After I came, I lathered my gob up with my cum and fingered myself until I was set to cum again, imagining that it was daddy's juicy cock which was stuffing my ass.

One day I woke up especially horny. With my prick rock 'n' roll severely, I sneaked into his elbow room, hoping to ascertain him sleeping. He was not there, but the bed was a mess with a porno magazine and a cotton napkin. I was drawn to the napkin by its large musk, which I recognized from having smelled daddy's dirty underwear for days. The serviette was damp 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 mellisonant wetness of those meaty clump ! I almost came as I began licking the fabric, seeking to taste daddy's cream as a lot as I could.

There and then I could not help but to take my rooster out and start jacking off ! Lying on pappa's bed, I stroked my ache and twitching dick, fingering my blotto hole while the nappy was on my oral fissure and tongue, tasting and smelling daddy. I cleaned up the gobs of precum with the same napkin, so that I could try my cum and pa's together ! It was as close as I had gotten to realizing my most unavowed and ardent desire.

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

A rushing of adrenaline shot through my mineral vein, 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.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -

"Uhh… umm…"I was dumbfounded by his comportment there, and even more storm at his chemical reaction. 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 heart to belong to to daddy ; to have no will or desire of my own, but to be the very embodiment of his desires and commands. I wanted to miss myself in his eyes, his flavour, his touch, his flesh ; to turn one with him and to continue there forever.

By a form of magnetic force that defied common common sense, courtesy and social codification, my hand was drawn to my hard shaft and began to stroke it as I looked intensely upon pa's member aching to free itself from the restraint of those sozzled dungaree. I didn't care that daddy was there, I didn't forethought if I got punished for jacking off, all that mattered is that my testicle were churning like crazy and my cock was pulsating and twitching with desire.

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

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

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

As pa said this, he began rubbing at the increasingly tumid gibbousness, the excrescence that had tempted me every day and made me jack up off so many prison term since I could remember, moaning and whimpering like a little beef in hotness. pappa continued,

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

He looked deeply into my eye and communicated without dustup 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 strong cock. watchword fail to discover what I felt as daddy began stroking my shaft. There is also no way to make others understand the ocean of pleasure into which I was plunged as daddy slowly inserted his fingerbreadth into my tight yap and started finger-fucking me as he jacked my peter. And when dada pressed his velvet tongue onto my twitching, hard dick ? Oh fuck ! It was as if a man, deaf since birth, for the first time listened to the nightingale, or to Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, or to the smith. I had no preciously concept, no frame of credit, with which I could even understand what was happening or pick out what I should do with this experience.

Daddy, sensing my befuddlement, sought to assure me."Don't trouble son, just savor it."Then he opened his sassing and gently sucked at my peter head.

"sanctum asshole ! !"

Usually in storey like this, the narrator continues to describe a decent, long session of hot viva voce sex ; and I would be lying if I did the Lapplander. The Truth is that I came the moment my rooster head passed daddy's lips. There are no speech, no conception, no memes that can help me verbalize the pleasure of having daddy making me cum and slurping the cakehole and thick strings of jizz directly from my hammer ; and to express the defeat that I was too speedy to cum, that I may feature disappointed daddy.

But daddy's smile and his middle told me that he was having a blast eating my cum and licking my dick clean. Then he put his manus behind my caput and gently pushed my face onto his. We began to kiss ! His tongue was as soft and as dexterous in my back talk as it was when licking and sucking my dick. As we kissed, he once more began fingering my hole. It did not select long for me to get hard again.

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

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

-- -- -- -- -- -- -

Imagine the feelings of a child who, knowing only how to doodle, stands before such schoolmaster as Rembrandt Harmensz van Rijn or matt Groening and is expected to deliver a chef-d'oeuvre worthy of such far-famed artist. As I knelt before daddy and his throb bulge, I felt a similar scourge and it increased exponentially when daddy released his gargantuan, bulbous turncock from the confines of his jeans. The duration and width of daddy's dick intimidated me in a way that I can not appropriately report. Not only because those ten inch of man pith dwarfed my increasingly moistening dick, but such a quite a little stirred an antediluvian dread in the depths of my heart : like when a sailing master of antediluvian times found himself dumbfounded in the midst of the watery immensities of the ocean, or when an spaceman is overwhelmed with that eternity of space which makes his existence so very infinitesimal. Kneeling before daddy's hammer, I clearly saw my own pettiness, my utter vulnerability, my inescapable inadequateness, before the raw virility of the man whom I loved and desired with Department of Energy that exceeded my comprehension. My mouth was an arid desert, my warmheartedness 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 reasonably eyes of yours saw it."

There were no words I could verbalize ; I could only give him the doleful, pose look of a puppy that was given a bidding which it could not understand."Don't worry kid,"he said reassuringly,"daddy's here, just enjoy yourself."

As my spit pressed against the shaft of daddy's tool, I was inebriated with the musk that suffused the thicket of his class pubic region, and my Chin touched his pendulous, plump nuts. As pop's breather became increasingly heavy, he began to softly blaspheme and moan. My soft spit continued to work out 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 strength I had to keep myself from cumming prematurely again. I had to disregard the fact that I had been dreaming of this moment since time immemorial ; that as a little child I had rubbed on my tender, lilliputian pecker all night, wishing dada would come into my room and take over with his hands and his mouth.

Then, something unexpected happened. Daddy began softly humming a tune as my tongue ran the length of his dick and swirled around his hard, shiny dick heading. It was a air he had often sung to me as he tucked me in my bed at nighttime, when my short hawkshaw was hardening want daddy would say with me all night. The tune of the lullaby was too much ! I had reached a point in time from whence there could be no return.

"OH FUCK DADDY !"

pop, knowing I was about to get hold of the melting crisis, scooped me from off the ground, laid me upon the bed, and pressed his face onto my genital organ. I felt the light chaff of daddy's chin tickling my junkie, and his nose rubbing against my light pubes as my dick throbbed in his mouth and throat.

"OH FUCK ! pop ! DADDY !"

My crank unloaded in daddy's throat. heaving, drenched with sweat, I was twitching from the fierceness of such an awesome climax. Suddenly I realized that I once again failed papa ; that the initial little terror that took hold of me when foremost contemplating daddy's cock was truly the prognostic of my low bankruptcy, of my betrayal of my heart's lofty aspirations and desires.

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

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

dad flashed a mischievous smiling, as he playfully and gently slapped my face with his voiceless dick.

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

Those blessed words were pronounced as his cock brain 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 tool head. Daddy must have known I could only do as much, that I was not yet possessed of the skill and experience to deep-throat that glorious peter as it deserved. All the patch, daddy leaned over and kissed the top of my chief, and I interrupted myself repeatedly to give daddy a candy kiss, with each kiss becoming wetter and bed wetter with his precum. pappa's moan and oink became louder and more frequent, and my mouth became increasingly filled with his precum, the taste and texture of which sent me into straightaway beatitude.

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

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

"OH FUCK YEAH !"

Daddy's shaft shot too much cum too fast for me to catch it all in my mouthpiece. The thick, creamy ropes of jizz bounced off the roof of my mouth and oozed down my Kuki, running down my neck onto my chest. Daddy flashed me a brilliant smile and picked me up from the level, bombarding me with candy kiss. 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 other. My meat all full of joy and gratitude, with a mind tempered by humility, I softly kissed daddy and whispered a word of thanks. dad, smiling, replied :

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