Ever since I could remember or think things, I always got hard whenever I saw daddy walking about the house with his big protrusion. I went weirdo thinking that his meaty shaft and heavy fruitcake were reaching out and calling out to me from beneath the boxers and jeans. All I could do was masturbate intensely and vigorously for minute as I thought of daddy walking into my room with that big bulge, only to discover his slurred heart for me to taste and to ride all Nox long.

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

One day I woke up especially horny. With my cock rock candy severely, I sneaked into his room, hoping to line up him sleeping. He was not there, but the bed was a good deal with a porno magazine and a cotton fiber napkin. I was drawn to the napkin by its heavy musk, which I recognized from having smelled papa's dirty underwear for age. The napkin 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 honeyed wetness of those substantive musket ball ! I almost came as I began licking the textile, seeking to taste pop's cream as much as I could.

There and then I could not help but to have my rooster out and go jacking off ! Lying on daddy's bed, I stroked my aching and twitching dick, fingering my crocked hole while the napkin was on my sassing and glossa, tasting and smelling daddy. I cleaned up the gobs of precum with the same napkin, so that I could taste my cum and daddy's together ! It was as close as I had gotten to realizing my most privy and ardent desire.

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

A boot of epinephrin shot through my nervure, a sudden terror took clutch of me… until I noticed papa's smile…

"Looks like you found your ol'man's jizz rag,"dada said with a smile.

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"Uhh… umm…"I was dumbfounded by his bearing there, and even more surprised at his reaction. But that smiling and that deep interpreter ! fucking !

There and then I fell in love with daddy all over again ! There and then I determined with all my spirit to belong to daddy ; to have no will or desire of my own, but to be the identical embodiment of his desires and instruction. I wanted to suffer myself in his optic, his feel, his touch, his chassis ; to turn one with him and to remain there forever.

By a sort of magnetic force that defied common sentience, courtesy and social codification, my hand was drawn to my hard cock and began to stroke it as I looked intensely upon pa's fellow member aching to free itself from the constraints of those pissed dungaree. 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 junky were churning like crazy and my cock was pulsating and twitching with desire.

"I got ta enjoin ya,"pop 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 future,"it looks a bit worn. Maybe it's time to get new one ?"

"That is an excellent idea, 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 decently now."

As daddy said this, he began rubbing at the increasingly large bulge, the bulge that had tempted me every day and made me jack up off so many times since I could think back, moaning and whimpering like a small bitch in warmth. pappa continued,

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

He looked deeply into my eyes and communicated without Son or gestures his overpowering desire to make me his new cum rag.

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

pop smiled as he reached for my concentrated pecker. Words fail to describe what I felt as daddy began stroking my cock. There is also no way to make others sympathise the ocean of delight into which I was plunged as pop slowly inserted his fingerbreadth into my tight hole and started finger-fucking me as he jacked my peter. And when papa pressed his velvet tongue onto my twitching, hard dick ? Oh fuck ! It was as if a man, deaf since nascence, for the number one meter listened to the Luscinia megarhynchos, or to Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, or to the Smiths. I had no precious conception, no soma of character reference, with which I could even sympathize what was happening or discern what I should do with this experience.

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

"HOLY SHIT ! !"

Usually in stories like this, the narrator continues to describe a nice, long academic term of hot oral sex ; and I would be lying if I did the same. The the true is that I came the moment my cock head passed daddy's lips. There are no words, no concepts, no memes that can avail me express the delight of having pa making me cum and slurping the gobs and buddy-buddy strings of jizz directly from my cock ; and to express the thwarting that I was too immediate to cum, that I may deliver disappointed daddy.

But daddy's grin and his centre told me that he was having a blast eating my cum and licking my dick clean and jerk. Then he put his hired man behind my head and gently pushed my face onto his. We began to kiss ! His natural language was as flabby and as dexterous in my mouth as it was when licking and sucking my peter. As we kissed, he once more began fingering my hole. It did not take long for me to get toilsome again.

"dada, 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 intuitive feeling of a child who, knowing only how to doodle, stands before such masters as Rembrandt or matte Groening and is expected to deport a chef-d'oeuvre worthy of such notable artists. As I knelt before papa and his throbbing bulge, I felt a interchangeable scourge and it increased exponentially when daddy released his gargantuan, bulbous cock from the confines of his dungaree. The distance 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 meat dwarfed my increasingly moistening dick, but such a mint stirred an ancient dread in the depths of my sum : like when a navigator of ancient prison term found himself dumbfounded in the thick of the watery wideness of the ocean, or when an astronaut is overwhelmed with that eternity of outer space which makes his existence so very infinitesimal. Kneeling before dada's peter, I clearly saw my own littleness, my utter vulnerability, my ineluctable insufficiency, before the raw manfulness of the man whom I loved and desired with energies that exceeded my comprehension. My mouth was an arid desert, my core burdened with an insurmountable weightiness ; I was as if lost in a trance.

"Hey kid,"papa said,"I reckoned you'd be devourin'this dick as soon as those pretty eyes of yours saw it."

There were no intelligence I could speak ; I could only pass him the doleful, perplexed looking at of a pup that was given a control which it could not understand."Don't worry kid,"he said reassuringly,"daddy's here, just love yourself."

As my tongue pressed against the shaft of pa's turncock, I was inebriated with the musk that suffused the thicket of his course pubes, and my chin touched his nodding, fill out nuts. As papa's breath became increasingly heavy, he began to softly imprecate and moan. My easy tongue continued to cream his shaft, as the taste of daddy drove me mad with lust, with a desire that once fulfilled only called Forth River a cracking desire. It took all the military posture I had to hold open myself from cumming prematurely again. I had to brush off the fact that I had been dreaming of this consequence since sentence immemorial ; that as a picayune small fry I had rubbed on my pinnace, little peter all night, wishing daddy would come into my way and hold over with his manpower and his mouth.

Then, something unexpected happened. dada began softly humming a tune as my tongue ran the length of his peter and swirled around his hard, shiny hammer head. It was a melodic line he had often sung to me as he tucked me in my bed at Night, when my little shaft was hardening wishing daddy would say with me all Nox. The melody of the lullaby was too practically ! I had reached a point from whence there could be no return.

"OH FUCK papa !"

dad, knowing I was about to strive the melting crisis, scooped me from off the priming coat, laid me upon the bed, and pressed his typeface onto my crotch. I felt the twinkle stalk of daddy's chin tickling my nut, and his nose rubbing against my swooning pubes as my cock throbbed in his mouth and throat.

"OH shag ! DADDY ! DADDY !"

My orchis unloaded in daddy's throat. Panting, drenched with sweat, I was twitching from the furiousness of such an awesome climax. Suddenly I realized that I once again failed pa ; that the initial terror that took handgrip of me when 1st contemplating daddy's cock was truly the portent of my low failure, of my betrayal of my affectionateness's lofty aspiration and desires.

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

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

dad flashed a wicked smile, as he playfully and gently slapped my look with his hard dick.

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

Those blessed words were pronounced as his cock promontory was millimetre from my nozzle. I grabbed hold of that dick and started jacking it as I licked it and as I suckled at his turncock 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 pecker as it deserved. All the patch, dada leaned over and kissed the top of my head, and I interrupted myself repeatedly to give daddy a kiss, with each kiss becoming surfactant and bed wetter with his precum. pappa's moans and oink became louder and more shop at, and my mouth became increasingly filled with his precum, the predilection and texture of which sent me into immediate beatitude.

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

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

"OH fucking YEAH !"

Daddy's cock shot too lots cum too fast for me to arrest it all in my mouth. The thick, creamy roach of jizz bounced off the ceiling of my mouth and oozed down my chin, running down my neck opening onto my chest. dada flashed me a brilliant smiling and picked me up from the storey, bombarding me with buss. With each kiss he slurped the cum off my cutis and he fed me the hot, creamy maw with his glossa as we kissed.

Both of us were lying on the bed, softly panting and smiling at each other. My warmheartedness all full 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. ”