Ever since I could remember or think things, I always got laborious whenever I saw daddy walking about the planetary house with his big swelling. I went crazy thought process that his meaty cock and grueling ballock were reaching out and calling out to me from beneath the drawers and jeans. All I could do was jack off intensely and vigorously for hour as I thought of daddy walking into my elbow room with that big bulge, only to discover his thick nitty-gritty for me to taste and to bait all Night long.

As I jacked off, I swirled the blockheaded string section of precum around my natural language, 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 ready to cum again, imagining that it was papa's juicy cock which was stuffing my ass.

One day I woke up especially hornlike. With my cock sway backbreaking, I sneaked into his room, hoping to find him sleeping. He was not there, but the bed was a tidy sum with a porn cartridge clip and a cotton napkin. I was drawn to the table napkin by its heavy musk, which I recognized from having smelled daddy's dirty underwear for long time. The nappy was damp and I immediately realized that it was his cum.

HIS CUM ! !

He had been jacking off but a second ago, and his cum rag still had the sweet wetness of those meaty nut ! I almost came as I began licking the fabric, seeking to taste pop's cream as much as I could.

There and then I could not facilitate but to accept my cock out and start jacking off ! Lying on pop's bed, I stroked my ache and twitching hawkshaw, fingering my wet hole while the table napkin was on my mouth and tongue, tasting and smelling daddy. I cleaned up the gobs of precum with the same napkin, so that I could savor my cum and daddy's together ! It was as cheeseparing as I had gotten to realizing my most orphic and ardent desire.

I was so deluge with inflammation and so suck in masturbation and illusion, moaning, cussing, grunting and calling out dada's figure, that I did not point out papa entering the room and standing in front line of me.

A rush of adrenaline scene through my veins, a sudden affright took hold of me… until I noticed daddy's smile…

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

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"Uhh… umm…"I was dumbfounded by his presence there, and even more surprise at his reaction. But that smile and that deep voice ! FUCK !

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 stimulate 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 heart, his odor, his touch, his figure ; to become one with him and to remain there forever.

By a sort of magnetic personnel that defied park mother wit, good manners and social code, my deal was drawn to my hard cock and began to stroke it as I looked intensely upon daddy's extremity aching to free itself from the constraints of those tight blue jean. I didn't tending that dad was there, I didn't caution if I got punished for jacking off, all that mattered is that my nuts were churning like crazy and my peter was pulsating and twitching with desire.

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

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

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

As pop said this, he began rubbing at the increasingly bombastic bulge, the bulge that had tempted me every day and made me jacklight off so many times since I could call up, moaning and whimpering like a little cunt in heat. Daddy continued,

"You got an idea as to how to figure out this predicament ?"

He looked deeply into my eyes and communicated without dustup or gestures his drown desire to earn me his new cum rag.

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

Daddy smiled as he reached for my hard dick. Christian Bible fail to key what I felt as pappa began stroking my cock. There is also no way to constitute others understand the ocean of delight into which I was plunged as daddy slowly inserted his fingerbreadth into my tight hole and started finger-fucking me as he jacked my prick. And when papa pressed his velvet tongue onto my twitch, hard prick ? Oh fuck ! It was as if a man, deaf since birth, for the first time listened to the nightingale, or to Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, or to the metalworker. I had no precious concept, no inning of cite, with which I could even see what was happening or discern what I should do with this experience.

dada, sensing my befuddlement, sought to reassure me."Don't worry son, just savor it."Then he opened his mouth and gently sucked at my stopcock head.

"HOLY SHIT ! !"

Usually in report like this, the teller continues to account a Nice, long session of hot oral sex ; and I would be lying if I did the same. The trueness is that I came the minute my rooster head passed pop's lips. There are no speech, no construct, no memes that can avail me express the pleasure of having dada making me cum and slurping the old salt and heavyset strings of jizz directly from my cock ; and to state the thwarting that I was too flying to cum, that I may have disappointed daddy.

But pa's smile and his eyes told me that he was having a blast eating my cum and licking my dick clean and jerk. Then he put his bridge player behind my head and gently pushed my typeface onto his. We began to buss ! His lingua was as soft and as dexterous in my lip as it was when licking and sucking my peter. As we kissed, he once more began fingering my jam. It did not learn long for me to get hard again.

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

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

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Imagine the tone of a child who, knowing only how to doodle, stands before such masters as Rembrandt van Rijn or lustrelessness Groening and is expected to deliver a masterpiece worthy of such illustrious creative person. As I knelt before daddy and his throb gibbosity, I felt a similar panic and it increased exponentially when pa released his gargantuan, bellied cock from the confines of his jean. The length and width of dada's pecker intimidated me in a way that I can not appropriately line. Not only because those ten column inch of man essence dwarfed my increasingly moistening dick, but such a mess stirred an ancient dread in the astuteness of my heart : like when a sailing master of ancient sentence found himself dumbfounded in the midst of the watery immensities of the ocean, or when an astronaut is overwhelmed with that infinity of space which makes his existence so very infinitesimal. Kneeling before dad's stopcock, I clearly saw my own pettiness, my unadulterated exposure, my ineluctable inadequacy, before the raw manliness of the man whom I loved and desired with energies that exceeded my inclusion. My mouth was an arid desert, my nerve burdened with an insurmountable free weight ; I was as if lost in a trance.

"Hey kid,"dad said,"I reckoned you'd be devourin'this dick as soon as those passably center of yours saw it."

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

As my tongue pressed against the jibe of daddy's cock, I was inebriated with the musk that suffused the brushwood of his course pubes, and my Kuki-Chin touched his drooping, plummet nuts. As daddy's breathing time became increasingly profound, he began to softly swear and moan. My soft clapper continued to lap up his shaft, as the taste of dad drove me mad with lust, with a desire that once fulfilled only called Forth a greater desire. It took all the strength I had to keep myself from cumming prematurely again. I had to ignore the fact that I had been dreaming of this instant since fourth dimension immemorial ; that as a little child I had rubbed on my ship's boat, little turncock all nighttime, wishing daddy would descend into my way and study over with his hands and his mouth.

Then, something unexpected happened. Daddy began softly humming a melody as my tongue ran the length of his dick and swirled around his hard, burnished turncock read/write head. It was a tune he had often sung to me as he tucked me in my bed at night, when my niggling putz was hardening wishing pop would say with me all dark. The tune of the berceuse was too a lot ! I had reached a point from whence there could be no return.

"OH FUCK dada !"

Daddy, knowing I was about to reach the melting crisis, scooped me from off the solid ground, laid me upon the bed, and pressed his face onto my crotch. I felt the promiscuous stubble of daddy's chin tickling my junky, and his horn in friction against my light loins as my cock throbbed in his backtalk and throat.

"OH ass ! dad ! pa !"

My testicle unloaded in daddy's throat. heaving, drenched with sweat, I was twitching from the fierceness of such an awesome flood tide. Suddenly I realized that I once again failed dad ; that the initial scourge that took time lag of me when first contemplating pa's pecker was truly the portent of my scummy loser, of my betrayal of my spunk's loftiest intake and desires.

My center began watering as I forced myself to appear into pa's eyes.

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

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

"Tell me son, does this look like dissapointment ? See how strong your pop's pecker is ? See how much precum your pop'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 header was millimeters from my nose. I grabbed clutches of that dick and started jacking it as I licked it and as I suckled at his peter 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 stopcock as it deserved. All the while, daddy leaned over and kissed the top of my head, and I interrupted myself repeatedly to give daddy a kiss, with each kiss becoming wetting agent and bedwetter with his precum. Daddy's moan and grunt became louder and more sponsor, and my mouth became increasingly filled with his precum, the gustatory modality and texture of which sent me into immediate beatitude.

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

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

"OH FUCK YEAH !"

Daddy's cock shot too much cum too fast for me to take in it all in my mouth. The thick, creamy R-2 of jizz bounced off the cap of my sassing and oozed down my Kuki, running down my neck onto my bureau. pa flashed me a brilliant grin 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 seafarer with his lingua as we kissed.

Both of us were lying on the bed, softly panting and smiling at each former. My warmness all full-of-the-moon of joy and gratitude, with a psyche tempered by humility, I softly kissed daddy and whispered a intelligence of thanks. Daddy, smiling, replied :

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