Ever since I could remember or believe things, I always got hard whenever I saw papa walking about the house with his big bulge. I went gaga thinking that his meaty putz and lumbering bollock were reaching out and calling out to me from beneath the boxershorts and jeans. All I could do was jerk off intensely and vigorously for time of day as I thought of daddy walking into my elbow room with that big jut, only to discover his thick substance for me to taste and to ride all Nox long.

As I jacked off, I swirled the thick cosmic string of precum around my tongue, imagining I was tasting pappa's sweet cream. 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 dad's juicy pecker which was stuffing my ass.

One day I woke up especially corneous. With my shaft rock hard, I sneaked into his room, hoping to find him sleeping. He was not there, but the bed was a spate with a smut magazine and a cotton nappy. I was drawn to the napkin by its heavy musk, which I recognized from having smelled daddy's dirty underwear for years. The table napkin was deaden 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 fabric, seeking to savor daddy's cream as much as I could.

There and then I could not help but to choose my cock out and take off jacking off ! Lying on pappa's bed, I stroked my aching and twitching dick, fingering my tight hole while the napkin was on my back talk and spit, tasting and smelling dada. I cleaned up the seaman of precum with the Same napkin, so that I could taste my cum and daddy's together ! It was as closing curtain as I had gotten to realizing my most mystery and fervent desire.

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

A charge of epinephrin slam through my veins, a sudden brat took handle of me… until I noticed daddy'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 comportment there, and even more surprised at his chemical reaction. But that smile and that deep vox ! 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 daddy ; to birth 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 eyes, his smell, his skin senses, his bod ; to become one with him and to stay there forever.

By a sort of magnetized forcefulness that defied uncouth sense, good manners and social codes, my hired man was drawn to my backbreaking cock and began to stroke it as I looked intensely upon daddy's phallus aching to free itself from the constraint of those compressed blue jean. I didn't guardianship 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 weirdo and my cock was pulsating and twitching with desire.

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

"Uh, well, sir, um,"I replied with a nervousness that came from terror of what could fall out following and from desire for what I wanted to have materialise next,"it looks a bit bear. Maybe it's time to get new one ?"

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

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

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

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

dad smiled as he reached for my tough dick. Words fail to describe what I felt as daddy began stroking my tool. There is also no way to make others understand the ocean of pleasure into which I was plunged as pappa slowly inserted his finger into my wet hole and started finger-fucking me as he jacked my dick. And when pa pressed his velvet tongue onto my twitch, hard dick ? Oh fuck ! It was as if a man, deaf since birth, for the maiden prison term listened to the nightingale, or to Mozart, or to the Smiths. I had no precious concept, no frame of reference book, with which I could even translate what was happening or discern what I should do with this experience.

dad, sensing my befuddlement, sought to reassure me."Don't worry son, just enjoy it."Then he opened his mouth and gently sucked at my peter head.

"holy doodly-squat ! !"

Usually in account like this, the teller continues to account a nice, hanker sitting of hot oral sex ; and I would be lying if I did the same. The verity is that I came the second my cock fountainhead passed daddy's sass. There are no wrangle, no conception, no memes that can avail me press out the pleasure of having pa making me cum and slurping the gobs and boneheaded strand of jizz directly from my putz ; and to express the frustration that I was too quick to cum, that I may sustain disappointed daddy.

But papa's grin and his eyes told me that he was having a blast eating my cum and licking my tool clean. Then he put his custody behind my point and gently pushed my aspect onto his. We began to snog ! His tongue was as sonant and as dexterous in my mouth as it was when licking and sucking my dick. As we kissed, he once more began fingering my hole. It did not use up long for me to get backbreaking again.

"pop, may I wet-nurse your dick ?"I said between kisses.

"Please daddy, constitute 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 masters as Rembrandt or flatness Groening and is expected to present a masterpiece worthy of such illustrious artists. As I knelt before pa and his throbbing bulge, I felt a similar panic and it increased exponentially when papa released his gargantuan, bulgy rooster from the confines of his denim. The length and width of daddy's dick intimidated me in a way that I can not appropriately trace. Not only because those ten inch of man centre dwarfed my increasingly moistening tool, but such a sight stirred an ancient dread in the profoundness of my heart : like when a navigator of ancient times found himself dumbfounded in the thick of the watery grandness of the ocean, or when an cosmonaut is overwhelmed with that eternity of space which makes his existence so very infinitesimal. Kneeling before pappa's cock, I clearly saw my own littleness, my unadulterated vulnerability, my inescapable insufficiency, 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 free 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 pretty eyes of yours saw it."

There were no discussion I could verbalise ; I could only give him the doleful, nonplus looking at of a pup that was given a instruction which it could not understand."Don't worry kid,"he said reassuringly,"daddy's here, just enjoy yourself."

As my tongue pressed against the scape of daddy's dick, I was inebriated with the musk that suffused the copse of his course of study pubes, and my Chin touched his weeping, flump screwball. As daddy's hint became increasingly heavy, he began to softly cuss and groan. My lenient tongue continued to lick his quill, as the gustatory sensation of pop drove me mad with lust, with a desire that once fulfilled only called Forth River a peachy desire. It took all the military posture I had to keep myself from cumming prematurely again. I had to dismiss the fact that I had been dreaming of this here and now since clip immemorial ; that as a small minor I had rubbed on my attendant, lilliputian cock all nighttime, wishing daddy would come into my elbow room and get hold of over with his hands and his mouth.

Then, something unexpected happened. pa began softly humming a tune as my tongue ran the length of his dick and swirled around his hard, shiny shaft headway. It was a tune he had often sung to me as he tucked me in my bed at night, when my little putz was hardening want dad would say with me all night. The line of the lullaby was too very much ! I had reached a point from whence there could be no return.

"OH FUCK dada !"

pa, knowing I was about to make the melting crisis, scooped me from off the basis, laid me upon the bed, and pressed his face onto my crotch. I felt the lightsome stubble of daddy's chin tickling my ballock, and his intrude rubbing against my light pubic bone as my cock throbbed in his rima oris and throat.

"OH shtup ! DADDY ! dada !"

My nuts unloaded in pa's throat. heaving, drenched with sweat, I was twitching from the vehemence of such an awe-inspiring climax. Suddenly I realized that I once again failed daddy ; that the initial little terror that took hold of me when first contemplating daddy's cock was truly the portent of my abject failure, of my perfidy of my heart's loftiest aspirations and desires.

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

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

Daddy flashed a mischievous smile, as he playfully and gently slapped my facial expression with his tough dick.

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

Those blessed word were pronounced as his putz heading was millimetre from my nose. I grabbed clasp of that cock and started jacking it as I licked it and as I suckled at his hammer headspring. Daddy must have known I could only do as much, that I was not yet possessed of the acquisition and experience to deep-throat that glorious cock as it deserved. All the while, papa leaned over and kissed the top of my head, and I interrupted myself repeatedly to give daddy a kiss, with each candy kiss becoming wetter and wetter with his precum. pa's moans and grunts became louder and more frequent, and my oral fissure became increasingly filled with his precum, the taste and texture of which sent me into immediate beatitude.

"You want me to tell ya when I'm gon na bust ?"dad said between moans, with almost a loss of breath.

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

"OH ass YEAH !"

dada's peter shot too much cum too fast for me to bewitch it all in my mouth. The thick, creamy Mexican valium of jizz bounced off the ceiling of my mouthpiece 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 kisses. With each kiss he slurped the cum off my skin and he fed me the hot, creamy maw with his tongue as we kissed.

Both of us were lying on the bed, softly panting and smiling at each former. My fondness 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 :

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