Ever since I could think of or think things, I always got hard whenever I saw pop walking about the family with his big bulge. I went screwball intellection that his meaty pecker and heavy nuts were reaching out and calling out to me from beneath the boxers and dungaree. All I could do was masturbate intensely and vigorously for hr as I thought of pappa walking into my room with that big gibbosity, only to light upon his thick meat for me to taste and to ride all Night long.

As I jacked off, I swirled the thick chain of precum around my clapper, imagining I was tasting daddy's sweet ointment. After I came, I lathered my muddle up with my cum and fingered myself until I was ready to cum again, imagining that it was daddy's juicy cock which was stuffing my ass.

One day I woke up especially corneous. With my shaft rock 'n' roll difficult, I sneaked into his room, hoping to observe him sleeping. He was not there, but the bed was a mess with a porno magazine and a cotton nappy. I was drawn to the nappy by its heavy musk, which I recognized from having smelled daddy's dirty underwear for years. The nappy 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 sweet wetness of those meaty balls ! I almost came as I began licking the textile, seeking to taste daddy's cream as a lot as I could.

There and then I could not help but to take my cock out and start jacking off ! Lying on dada's bed, I stroked my aching and twitching putz, fingering my plastered trap while the napkin was on my mouth and tongue, tasting and smelling pappa. I cleaned up the gobs of precum with the like napkin, so that I could taste my cum and daddy's together ! It was as conclusion as I had gotten to realizing my most hush-hush and warm desire.

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

A rush of adrenaline shot through my vein, a sudden little terror took keep of me… until I noticed pop's smile…

"feel 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 surprised at his reaction. But that smile and that deep vocalization ! fucking !

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 have no will or desire of my own, but to be the really embodiment of his desires and mastery. I wanted to fall behind myself in his eyes, his smell, his speck, his figure ; to become one with him and to continue there forever.

By a sort of magnetic force that defied common sense, good manners and social computer code, my hand was drawn to my unvoiced peter and began to stroke it as I looked intensely upon dada's fellow member aching to relieve itself from the constraint of those sloshed blue jean. 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 nuts were churning like crazy and my cock was pulsating and twitching with desire.

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

"Uh, well, sir, um,"I replied with a nerves that came from terror of what could happen next and from desire for what I wanted to have happen side by side,"it looks a bit wear upon. Maybe it's time to get new one ?"

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

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

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

He looked deeply into my eyes and communicated without words or gestures his overwhelming desire to do 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 dick. news fail to identify what I felt as pop began stroking my turncock. There is also no way to work others see the ocean of pleasure into which I was plunged as daddy slowly inserted his finger into my tight hole and started finger-fucking me as he jacked my dick. And when dada pressed his velvet tongue onto my twitching, laborious pecker ? Oh fuck ! It was as if a man, deaf since birth, for the first time listened to the Florence Nightingale, or to Mozart, or to the Smiths. I had no cute conception, no frame of book of facts, with which I could even understand what was happening or distinguish what I should do with this experience.

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

"holy dogshit ! !"

Usually in narrative like this, the storyteller continues to describe a nice, foresightful sitting of hot oral sex ; and I would be lying if I did the Lapp. The truth is that I came the present moment my cock brain passed daddy's back talk. There are no word, no concepts, no memes that can aid me express the delight of having daddy making me cum and slurping the gobs and compact strings of jizz directly from my cock ; and to express the defeat that I was too quick to cum, that I may birth disappointed daddy.

But daddy's smile and his eyes told me that he was having a attack eating my cum and licking my prick clean. Then he put his hands behind my head and gently pushed my face onto his. We began to kiss ! His tongue was as soft and as dexterous in my mouth as it was when licking and sucking my gumshoe. As we kissed, he once more began fingering my gob. It did not deal long for me to get hard again.

"dada, may I suck your peter ?"I said between kisses.

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

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Imagine the tactual sensation of a tyke who, knowing only how to doodle, stands before such schoolmaster as Rembrandt van Rijn or matte Groening and is expected to deliver a masterpiece worthy of such illustrious artist. As I knelt before pop and his throb extrusion, I felt a like terror and it increased exponentially when pappa released his gargantuan, bulbous cock from the confines of his jeans. The length and width of daddy's shaft intimidated me in a way that I can not appropriately describe. Not only because those ten inches of man meat dwarfed my increasingly moistening gumshoe, but such a tidy sum stirred an antediluvian dread in the depths of my mettle : like when a navigator of ancient times found himself dumbfounded in the midst of the watery wideness of the ocean, or when an cosmonaut is overwhelmed with that infinity of space which makes his existence so very minute. Kneeling before daddy's turncock, I clearly saw my own littleness, my dead vulnerability, my inescapable inadequacy, before the raw virility of the man whom I loved and desired with push that exceeded my comprehension. My mouth was an arid desert, my heart burdened with an insurmountable system of weights ; I was as if lost in a trance.

"Hey kid,"daddy said,"I reckoned you'd be devourin'this cock as soon as those jolly eyes of yours saw it."

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

As my tongue pressed against the irradiation of daddy's cock, I was inebriated with the musk that suffused the thicket of his course pubes, and my chin touched his weeping, plump ball. As pa's breathing time became increasingly laboured, he began to softly cuss and moan. My easygoing clapper continued to lap his beam, as the gustatory perception of pa drove me mad with lust, with a desire that once fulfilled only called Forth River a neat desire. It took all the strength I had to keep myself from cumming prematurely again. I had to brush aside the fact that I had been dreaming of this moment since meter immemorial ; that as a trivial child I had rubbed on my tender, little cock all dark, wishing dad would come up into my room and take over with his script and his mouth.

Then, something unexpected happened. Daddy began softly humming a tune as my knife ran the length of his peter and swirled around his hard, bright tool foreland. It was a tune he had often sung to me as he tucked me in my bed at night, when my picayune dick was hardening wishing daddy would say with me all Nox. The tune of the lullaby was too much ! I had reached a period from whence there could be no return.

"OH FUCK DADDY !"

daddy, knowing I was about to accomplish the melting crisis, scooped me from off the dry land, laid me upon the bed, and pressed his face onto my genitalia. I felt the light chaff of daddy's chin tickling my nuts, and his nose rubbing against my wanton pubes as my prick throbbed in his mouth and throat.

"OH FUCK ! DADDY ! dada !"

My egg unloaded in daddy's throat. Panting, drenched with sweat, I was twitching from the vehemence of such an awesome climax. Suddenly I realized that I once again failed daddy ; that the initial holy terror that took postponement of me when first contemplating pop's cock was truly the prognostication of my scurvy loser, of my treason of my heart's loftiest aspirations and desires.

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

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

pappa flashed a mischievous smile, as he playfully and gently slapped my brass with his laborious dick.

"Tell me son, does this look like dissapointment ? See how intemperately your pop's dick is ? See how a lot precum your dada's dick is oozing ? You made it this severe, you made it this moist. You could never disappoint me, kid. I love ya, son."

Those blessed words were pronounced as his stopcock head was millimeters from my nose. I grabbed detainment of that hawkshaw and started jacking it as I licked it and as I suckled at his shaft principal. 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 putz as it deserved. All the while, daddy leaned over and kissed the top of my head, and I interrupted myself repeatedly to hand daddy a buss, with each kiss becoming wetter and wetter with his precum. Daddy's groan and grunts became louder and more frequent, and my mouth became increasingly filled with his precum, the appreciation and grain of which sent me into immediate beatitude.

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

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

"OH roll in the hay YEAH !"

papa's turncock shot too much cum too fast for me to beguile it all in my mouth. The thick, creamy circle of jizz bounced off the roof of my back talk and oozed down my chin, running down my neck onto my chest. pappa flashed me a brilliant grinning and picked me up from the floor, bombarding me with buss. 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 heart all full of joy and gratitude, with a creative thinker tempered by humbleness, I softly kissed dad and whispered a Son of thanks. Daddy, smiling, replied :

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