Ever since I could remember or think things, I always got concentrated whenever I saw daddy walking about the house with his big protuberance. I went crazy thinking that his meaty cock and heavy freak were reaching out and calling out to me from beneath the underdrawers and jeans. All I could do was masturbate intensely and vigorously for 60 minutes as I thought of daddy walking into my room with that big gibbousness, only to discover his thick-skulled meat for me to taste and to depend upon all dark long.

As I jacked off, I swirled the thick strings of precum around my tongue, imagining I was tasting pop's sweet cream. After I came, I lathered my hole up with my cum and fingered myself until I was gear up to cum again, imagining that it was dad's juicy cock which was stuffing my ass.

One day I woke up especially horny. With my cock sway difficult, I sneaked into his room, hoping to incur 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 table napkin by its heavy musk, which I recognized from having smelled daddy's dirty underwear for year. The serviette was damp and I immediately realized that it was his cum.

HIS CUM ! !

He had been jacking off but a present moment ago, and his cum rag still had the sweet wetness of those meaty globe ! I almost came as I began licking the fabric, seeking to savor daddy's cream as a great deal as I could.

There and then I could not help oneself but to study my cock out and start jacking off ! Lying on pa's bed, I stroked my aching and twitching shaft, fingering my crocked hole while the diaper was on my rima oris and natural language, tasting and smelling daddy. I cleaned up the gobs of precum with the same napkin, so that I could taste my cum and pappa's together ! It was as finale as I had gotten to realizing my most secret and fiery desire.

I was so overwhelmed with agitation and so steep in masturbation and phantasy, moaning, cussing, grunting and calling out dad's epithet, that I did not mark daddy entering the room and standing in presence of me.

A rush of adrenaline gibe through my veins, a sudden terror took clutches of me… until I noticed dad's smile…

"flavor 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 presence there, and even more surprise at his response. But that grin and that deep voice ! nooky !

There and then I fell in erotic love with daddy all over again ! There and then I determined with all my marrow to go to daddy ; to have no will or desire of my own, but to be the real embodiment of his desires and commands. I wanted to lose myself in his eyes, his smell, his touch, his flesh ; to become one with him and to persist there forever.

By a form of magnetised force that defied rough-cut sense, courtesy and social codes, my bridge player was drawn to my hard dick and began to stroke it as I looked intensely upon daddy's penis aching to free itself from the restraint of those crocked 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 junkie were churning like looney and my prick was pulsating and twitching with desire.

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

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

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

As dada said this, he began rubbing at the increasingly big bulge, 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 short kick in warmth. pop 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 pa,"I gently replied,"you don't need a cum rag."

pappa smiled as he reached for my hard hawkshaw. Holy Scripture fail to discover what I felt as pa began stroking my tool. There is also no way to clear others sympathise the ocean of pleasure into which I was plunged as pa slowly inserted his fingerbreadth into my tight gob and started finger-fucking me as he jacked my dick. And when daddy pressed his velvet tongue onto my vellication, grueling dick ? Oh screw ! It was as if a man, deaf since parturition, for the beginning time listened to the nightingale, or to Mozart, or to the Smiths. I had no precious concept, no frame of reference, with which I could even understand what was happening or discern what I should do with this experience.

pop, sensing my mystification, sought to reassure me."Don't concern son, just enjoy it."Then he opened his mouth and gently sucked at my cock head.

"sanctum shit ! !"

Usually in stories like this, the storyteller continues to delineate a nice, tenacious sitting of hot viva sex ; and I would be lying if I did the Sami. The truth is that I came the consequence my cock psyche passed daddy's lips. There are no words, no concepts, no memes that can help oneself me express the delight of having daddy making me cum and slurping the heaps and thick strings of jizz directly from my hammer ; and to express the thwarting that I was too quick to cum, that I may suffer disappointed daddy.

But dada's grinning and his eyes told me that he was having a clap eating my cum and licking my dick clean. Then he put his helping hand behind my psyche and gently pushed my face onto his. We began to kiss ! His tongue was as soft and as deft in my sassing as it was when licking and sucking my dick. As we kissed, he once more began fingering my gob. It did not drive long for me to get hard again.

"papa, may I wet-nurse your cock ?"I said between kisses.

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

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Imagine the feelings of a fry who, knowing only how to doodle, stands before such master as Rembrandt or matte Groening and is expected to pitch a masterpiece worthy of such notable artists. As I knelt before dada and his throbbing bulge, I felt a similar panic 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 describe. Not only because those ten inch of man centre dwarfed my increasingly moistening dick, but such a visual sense stirred an ancient apprehension in the depths of my heart and soul : like when a navigator of ancient time found himself dumbfounded in the midst of the watery greatness of the ocean, or when an spaceman is overwhelmed with that infinity of blank which makes his cosmos so very minute. Kneeling before pop's cock, I clearly saw my own littleness, my utter vulnerability, my ineluctable inadequateness, before the raw virility of the man whom I loved and desired with energies that exceeded my inclusion. My mouth was an arid desert, my heart burdened with an unsurmountable weighting ; I was as if lost in a trance.

"Hey kid,"pop said,"I reckoned you'd be devourin'this putz as soon as those pretty optic of yours saw it."

There were no countersign I could talk ; I could only give him the doleful, perplexed spirit of a puppy that was given a command which it could not understand."Don't worry 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 copse of his course pubes, and my chin touched his weeping, embonpoint nut. As daddy's breath became increasingly heavy, he began to softly swear and moan. My soft tongue continued to lick his jibe, as the preference of daddy drove me mad with lecherousness, with a desire that once fulfilled only called forth a greater desire. It took all the military strength I had to keep myself from cumming prematurely again. I had to ignore the fact that I had been dreaming of this bit since fourth dimension immemorial ; that as a little child I had rubbed on my tender, slight cock all Night, wishing pappa would come into my room and take over with his hands and his mouth.

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

"OH FUCK DADDY !"

dada, knowing I was about to reach the melting crisis, scooped me from off the ground, laid me upon the bed, and pressed his cheek onto my crotch. I felt the light stubble of daddy's Chin tickling my nuts, and his nose detrition against my light pubes as my stopcock throbbed in his backtalk and throat.

"OH FUCK ! pa ! DADDY !"

My screwball unloaded in papa's throat. Panting, drenched with sweat, I was twitching from the emphasis of such an awesome culmination. Suddenly I realized that I once again failed papa ; that the initial terror that took hold of me when first contemplating pop's cock was truly the prognostication of my unhopeful failure, of my betrayal of my heart's loftiest intake and desires.

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

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

Daddy flashed a mischievous smile, as he playfully and gently slapped my face with his hard dick.

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

Those blessed language were pronounced as his hammer headway was millimetre from my nose. I grabbed clutches of that dick and started jacking it as I licked it and as I suckled at his pecker head. pop must stimulate known I could only do as much, that I was not yet possessed of the accomplishment and experience to deep-throat that glorious cock 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 candy kiss, with each osculation becoming bed wetter and wetter with his precum. Daddy's moans and grunts became louder and more shop, and my sassing became increasingly filled with his precum, the preference and texture of which sent me into straightaway beatitude.

"You want me to secern ya when I'm gon na wear out ?"Daddy said between groan, with almost a release of breath.

"No dada. I love surprise. Cum for me daddy ! course your boy !"

"OH screwing YEAH !"

Daddy's cock shot too much cum too fast for me to catch it all in my lip. The thick, creamy R-2 of jizz bounced off the roof of my rima oris and oozed down my mentum, running down my neck opening onto my chest. Daddy flashed me a brilliant grin and picked me up from the floor, bombarding me with kisses. With each kiss he slurped the cum off my skin and he fed me the hot, creamy heaps with his tongue as we kissed.

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

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