Ever since I could remember or call up affair, I always got hard whenever I saw daddy walking about the house with his big bump. I went gaga thinking that his meaty stopcock 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 time of day as I thought of daddy walking into my way with that big bulge, only to discover his chummy heart for me to try out and to ride all Night long.

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

One day I woke up especially horny. With my stopcock rock 'n' roll hard, I sneaked into his room, hoping to rule him sleeping. He was not there, but the bed was a mess with a erotica magazine and a cotton fiber napkin. I was drawn to the napkin by its heavy musk, which I recognized from having smelled dada's dirty underclothes for years. The napkin was dampen 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 meaty ballock ! I almost came as I began licking the fabric, seeking to taste pop's emollient as much as I could.

There and then I could not help but to take my dick out and start jacking off ! Lying on daddy's bed, I stroked my aching and twitching dick, fingering my rigorous hole while the napkin was on my mouth and lingua, tasting and smelling daddy. I cleaned up the tar of precum with the same napkin, so that I could try my cum and daddy's together ! It was as skinny as I had gotten to realizing my most secret and perfervid desire.

I was so overpower with exhilaration and so absorbed in onanism and fantasy, moaning, cussing, grunting and calling out daddy's name, that I did not observance papa entering the room and standing in front of me.

A charge of adrenaline jibe through my veins, a sudden little terror took hold of me… until I noticed pa'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 reaction. But that smile and that deeply voice ! FUCK !

There and then I fell in love with pappa all over again ! There and then I determined with all my tenderness to belong to daddy ; to have no will or desire of my own, but to be the very shape of his desires and statement. I wanted to mislay myself in his eyes, his smell, his touch, his flesh ; to get one with him and to stay there forever.

By a sort of magnetic force that defied common sense, courtesy and social codes, my script was drawn to my toilsome pecker and began to stroke it as I looked intensely upon pa's member aching to free itself from the restraint of those loaded blue jean. I didn't care that dad was there, I didn't guardianship if I got punished for jacking off, all that mattered is that my nut were churning like looney and my cock was pulsating and twitching with desire.

"I got ta distinguish ya,"dad continued smiling,"that's my favorite cum rag."

"Uh, well, sir, um,"I replied with a nerves that came from holy terror of what could happen succeeding and from desire for what I wanted to have happen following,"it looks a bit fall apart. Maybe it's prison term to get new one ?"

"That is an excellent melodic theme, son. I reckon I could look for throughout the linen drawers for one, but that'd take clock time and I'm kinda horny now… kinda really horny, like compensate 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 off so many sentence since I could commend, moaning and whimpering like a short squawk in heat. papa continued,

"You got an estimation as to how to solve this predicament ?"

He looked deeply into my eyes and communicated without Word of God or gestures his overwhelming desire to reach 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 gumshoe. Holy Writ fail to depict what I felt as pa began stroking my stopcock. There is also no way to puddle others understand the ocean of pleasance into which I was plunged as dada slowly inserted his finger into my tight pickle and started finger-fucking me as he jacked my dick. And when daddy pressed his velvet glossa onto my vellication, difficult gumshoe ? Oh fuck ! It was as if a man, deaf since parturition, for the firstly time listened to the Luscinia megarhynchos, or to Mozart, or to the Smiths. I had no precious concept, no frame of reference, with which I could even empathize what was happening or discern what I should do with this experience.

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

"HOLY shucks ! !"

Usually in stories like this, the narrator continues to describe a Nice, long school term of hot oral sex ; and I would be lying if I did the Saami. The truth is that I came the moment my putz school principal passed dad's back talk. There are no language, no conception, no memes that can help oneself me press out the pleasure of having dad making me cum and slurping the gobs and thick strings of jizz directly from my cock ; and to express the frustration that I was too quick to cum, that I may have got disappointed daddy.

But daddy's grinning and his eyes told me that he was having a fire eating my cum and licking my hawkshaw clean. Then he put his hands behind my head and gently pushed my face onto his. We began to kiss ! His clapper was as soft and as dexterous in my lip as it was when licking and sucking my dick. As we kissed, he once more began fingering my hole. It did not withdraw long for me to get hard again.

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

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

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Imagine the feelings of a child who, knowing only how to doodle, stands before such masters as Rembrandt Harmensz van Rijn or Matt Groening and is expected to deliver a chef-d'oeuvre worthy of such illustrious artist. As I knelt before daddy and his pounding bulge, I felt a standardised terror and it increased exponentially when daddy released his gargantuan, bulbous cock from the confines of his blue jean. The distance and width of daddy's dick intimidated me in a way that I can not appropriately describe. Not only because those ten inches of man sum dwarfed my increasingly moistening dick, but such a quite a little stirred an ancient apprehension in the profoundness of my heart : like when a navigator of ancient times found himself dumbfounded in the midst of the watery immensities of the ocean, or when an spaceman is overwhelmed with that eternity of space which makes his being so very infinitesimal. Kneeling before pa's cock, I clearly saw my own pettiness, my emit exposure, my inescapable deficiency, before the raw manliness of the man whom I loved and desired with energies that exceeded my inclusion. My mouthpiece was an desiccated desert, my warmheartedness burdened with an insurmountable exercising 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 eye of yours saw it."

There were no watchword I could utter ; I could only give him the doleful, perplexed look of a puppy that was given a bid which it could not understand."Don't worry kid,"he said reassuringly,"daddy's here, just enjoy yourself."

As my lingua pressed against the shaft of pappa's putz, I was inebriated with the musk that suffused the thicket of his row pubic region, and my chin touched his pendulous, plump nuts. As daddy's breath became increasingly hard, he began to softly cuss and groan. My lenient tongue continued to lap up his diaphysis, as the taste of pappa drove me mad with lustfulness, with a desire that once fulfilled only called Forth a capital desire. It took all the military posture I had to keep myself from cumming prematurely again. I had to ignore the fact that I had been dreaming of this import since sentence immemorial ; that as a little child I had rubbed on my tender, short shaft all Nox, wishing daddy would come into my way and train over with his hands and his mouth.

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

"OH screwing DADDY !"

pappa, knowing I was about to reach the melting crisis, scooped me from off the ground, laid me upon the bed, and pressed his look onto my fork. I felt the light stalk of daddy's chin tickling my junky, and his nose rubbing against my light pubes as my cock throbbed in his back talk and throat.

"OH screwing ! dada ! DADDY !"

My nuts unloaded in dada's throat. Panting, drenched with lather, I was twitching from the furiousness of such an awing climax. Suddenly I realized that I once again failed pappa ; that the initial terror that took hold of me when first contemplating pa's prick was truly the portent of my scurvy failure, of my betrayal of my heart's loftiest aspirations and desires.

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

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

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

"William Tell me son, does this feel like dissapointment ? See how hard your daddy's cock is ? See how often precum your papa's gumshoe is oozing ? You made it this hard, you made it this moist. You could never disappoint me, kid. I love ya, son."

Those blessed words were pronounced as his cock head was millimeters from my nose. I grabbed hold of that dick and started jacking it as I licked it and as I suckled at his cock head. pappa must have known I could only do as much, that I was not yet possessed of the science and experience to deep-throat that glorious cock as it deserved. All the while, daddy leaned over and kissed the top of my headspring, and I interrupted myself repeatedly to give daddy a kiss, with each candy kiss becoming wetter and surface-active agent with his precum. Daddy's moans and oink became louder and more sponsor, and my rima oris became increasingly filled with his precum, the taste and texture of which sent me into quick beatitude.

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

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

"OH shtup YEAH !"

dad's cock shot too often cum too fast for me to fascinate it all in my mouth. The thick, creamy ropes of jizz bounced off the roof of my backtalk and oozed down my chin, running down my cervix onto my dresser. daddy flashed me a brilliant smile and picked me up from the floor, bombarding me with candy kiss. With each candy kiss he slurped the cum off my skin 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 other. My heart 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 darling cum rag, son. ”