Ever since I could remember or think things, I always got knockout whenever I saw daddy walking about the house with his big hump. I went unbalanced thinking that his meaty cock and heavy nuts were reaching out and calling out to me from beneath the boxers and jeans. All I could do was masturbate intensely and vigorously for hours as I thought of dad walking into my elbow room with that big excrescence, only to observe his thick meat for me to taste and to tantalise all Nox long.

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

One day I woke up especially hornlike. With my turncock rock 'n' roll hard, I sneaked into his room, hoping to ascertain him sleeping. He was not there, but the bed was a mess with a smut cartridge and a cotton wool diaper. I was drawn to the napkin by its large musk, which I recognized from having smelled pa's dirty underclothes for days. The napkin was damp and I immediately realized that it was his cum.

HIS CUM ! !

He had been jacking off but a mo ago, and his cum rag still had the afters wetness of those meaty balls ! I almost came as I began licking the fabric, seeking to try daddy's cream as practically as I could.

There and then I could not help but to take my cock out and set off jacking off ! Lying on daddy's bed, I stroked my ache and twitching dick, fingering my compressed mess while the serviette was on my mouth and tongue, tasting and smelling daddy. I cleaned up the gobs of precum with the Lapplander napkin, so that I could taste my cum and daddy's together ! It was as close as I had gotten to realizing my most secret and fervent desire.

I was so overwhelmed with exhilaration and so absorbed in onanism and fantasy, moaning, cussing, grunting and calling out daddy's name, that I did not notice dada entering the way and standing in movement of me.

A bang of Adrenalin shot through my veins, a sudden little terror took storage area of me… until I noticed pappa's smile…

"flavour 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 comportment there, and even more surprise at his response. But that grin and that deep voice ! shag !

There and then I fell in beloved with pa all over again ! There and then I determined with all my heart to belong to daddy ; to suffer no will or desire of my own, but to be the real embodiment of his desires and commands. I wanted to drop off myself in his eyes, his smell, his touch, his flesh ; to become one with him and to stay on there forever.

By a sort of magnetized force that defied commons sense, courtesy and social codes, my manus was drawn to my hard cock and began to stroke it as I looked intensely upon pappa's penis aching to free itself from the restraint of those wet jeans. I didn't care that daddy was there, I didn't concern if I got punished for jacking off, all that mattered is that my testis were churning like nutcase and my tool 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 occur next and from desire for what I wanted to cause happen next,"it looks a bit worn. Maybe it's prison term to get new one ?"

"That is an first-class estimate, son. I reckon I could search throughout the linen paper drawers for one, but that'd take fourth dimension and I'm kinda horny now… kinda really horny, like proper now."

As daddy said this, he began rubbing at the increasingly large hump, the excrescence that had tempted me every day and made me jacklight off so many meter since I could call back, moaning and whimpering like a little bitch in hotness. pa continued,

"You got an thought as to how to clear this quandary ?"

He looked deeply into my eyes and communicated without words or gestures his flood out desire to take me his new cum rag.

"Here I am daddy,"I gently replied,"you don't need a cum rag."

dada smiled as he reached for my severely dick. give-and-take fail to line what I felt as pa began stroking my turncock. There is also no way to make others sympathize the ocean of pleasance into which I was plunged as daddy slowly inserted his finger's breadth into my tight hole and started finger-fucking me as he jacked my cock. And when dada pressed his velvet tongue onto my twitching, hard dick ? Oh ass ! It was as if a man, deaf since birth, for the start time listened to the Florence Nightingale, or to Mozart, or to the Smiths. I had no precious conception, no frame of reference, with which I could even understand what was happening or pick out what I should do with this experience.

papa, sensing my bemusement, sought to reassure me."Don't worry son, just savor it."Then he opened his rima oris and gently sucked at my hammer head.

"holy place dickhead ! !"

Usually in stories like this, the storyteller continues to describe a nice, long school term of hot viva voce sex ; and I would be lying if I did the Saame. The truth is that I came the present moment my dick forefront passed daddy's lips. There are no words, no concepts, no memes that can aid me express the pleasure of having pappa making me cum and slurping the dozens and thick strings of jizz directly from my cock ; and to express the thwarting that I was too speedy to cum, that I may have disappointed daddy.

But pappa's smile and his eyes told me that he was having a blast eating my cum and licking my dick clean. Then he put his hands behind my mind and gently pushed my face onto his. We began to kiss ! His tongue was as piano and as dexterous in my lip as it was when licking and sucking my gumshoe. As we kissed, he once more began fingering my kettle of fish. It did not take long for me to get firmly again.

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

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

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Imagine the feelings of a minor who, knowing only how to doodle, stands before such original as Rembrandt or Matt Groening and is expected to deliver a masterpiece worthy of such famed creative person. As I knelt before daddy and his throbbing hump, I felt a similar terror and it increased exponentially when daddy released his gargantuan, bulbous stopcock from the confines of his jean. The distance and width of daddy's dick intimidated me in a way that I can not appropriately identify. Not only because those ten column inch of man pith dwarfed my increasingly moistening dick, but such a heap stirred an antediluvian apprehension in the profundity of my ticker : like when a sailing master of ancient times found himself dumbfounded in the midst of the watery immensities of the ocean, or when an spaceman is overwhelmed with that infinity of blank which makes his beingness so very minute. Kneeling before daddy's tool, I clearly saw my own littleness, my utter exposure, my unavoidable inadequacy, before the raw virility of the man whom I loved and desired with Energy Department that exceeded my comprehension. My mouth was an waterless desert, my ticker burdened with an unsurmountable weighting ; I was as if lost in a trance.

"Hey kid,"daddy said,"I reckoned you'd be devourin'this gumshoe as soon as those pretty heart of yours saw it."

There were no words I could verbalise ; I could only give him the doleful, mystify look of a puppy that was given a bid which it could not empathize."Don't worry kid,"he said reassuringly,"daddy's here, just bask yourself."

As my tongue pressed against the shaft of daddy's prick, I was inebriated with the musk that suffused the thicket of his course os pubis, and my mentum touched his weeping, plonk nuts. As dada's breath became increasingly heavy, he began to softly swear and moan. My sonant tongue continued to lick his beam of light, as the taste of daddy drove me mad with lust, with a desire that once fulfilled only called forth a neat desire. It took all the persuasiveness I had to hold myself from cumming prematurely again. I had to ignore the fact that I had been dreaming of this moment since fourth dimension immemorial ; that as a niggling child I had rubbed on my bid, little cock all night, wishing daddy would descend into my elbow room and necessitate over with his hands and his mouth.

Then, something unexpected happened. daddy began softly humming a strain as my tongue ran the distance of his dick and swirled around his hard, bright cock drumhead. It was a strain he had often sung to me as he tucked me in my bed at nighttime, when my petty hawkshaw was hardening wishing pappa would say with me all night. The melodic phrase of the lullaby was too much ! I had reached a point from whence there could be no return.

"OH fucking DADDY !"

dad, knowing I was about to reach the thawing crisis, scooped me from off the ground, laid me upon the bed, and pressed his brass onto my crotch. I felt the fire up shuck of pa's chin tickling my ballock, and his nose rubbing against my light pubes as my cock throbbed in his mouth and throat.

"OH roll in the hay ! DADDY ! daddy !"

My nuts unloaded in pa's throat. Panting, drenched with sweat, I was twitching from the wildness of such an awing climax. Suddenly I realized that I once again failed daddy ; that the initial threat that took hold of me when first contemplating pa's cock was truly the portent of my low failure, of my betrayal of my affection's loftiest intake and desires.

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

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

dad flashed a prankish grin, as he playfully and gently slapped my boldness with his severe dick.

"Tell me son, does this look like dissapointment ? See how operose your daddy's gumshoe is ? See how much 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 countersign were pronounced as his cock head was mm from my nose. I grabbed hold of that gumshoe and started jacking it as I licked it and as I suckled at his cock head. dada must possess known I could only do as much, that I was not yet possessed of the acquisition and experience to deep-throat that resplendent cock as it deserved. All the while, daddy leaned over and kissed the top of my head, and I interrupted myself repeatedly to feed daddy a osculation, with each kiss becoming wetter and surface-active agent with his precum. pop's groan and grunts became louder and more sponsor, and my lip became increasingly filled with his precum, the appreciation and texture of which sent me into immediate beatitude.

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

"No dada. I love surprise. Cum for me pop ! tip your boy !"

"OH FUCK YEAH !"

pa's rooster shot too practically cum too fast for me to becharm it all in my backtalk. The thick, creamy rophy of jizz bounced off the roof of my mouthpiece and oozed down my chin, running down my neck onto my thorax. Daddy flashed me a superb grin and picked me up from the floor, bombarding me with kiss. With each kiss he slurped the cum off my tegument and he fed me the hot, creamy stacks with his tongue as we kissed.

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

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