My father, my lover

The first time I thought about having sex with my father, I got really disgusting and felt sick. Years later I would find that everything in life depends on our own circumstances.

Dad lost his wife a few years ago and had become a lonely, lonely man. He lost all hope in humanity and himself and became severely depressed for a long time. I felt so sorry for him and tried to talk to him and spend time with him to ease his pain and suffering, but it didn’t make sense.

One night I was at my dad’s house talking to him at dinner. We both had a lot to drink and talked about relationships. He told me how much he missed his wife, but sometimes all he thought about was having sex with her. My father and I were always open to each other, so this conversation wasn’t unusual. But he started falling asleep and mumbled “sometimes I think I just need the sex…” When he lay there on the couch in his sweat with his wine glass that almost leaks, I felt pity and duty. This sleeping man had always been there with what I needed help in life. I owed him something he needed.

I really didn’t stand still about it, felt a little lonely with the wine, but I decided I’d do something for my dad. I got up, walked through the room, secured his wine glass (I actually had his glass on) and sat next to him on the couch. What happened after that just happened.

I saw the circumference of his penis in his sweat. Always so careful I took my hand and just light followed its circumference with my fingers. When I was around the head, the whole thing was shaking a bit and began to be hard. I navigated around my dad’s penis a few pauses on his balls every time to caress them lightly. It didn’t take long for his penis to get really hard and really big under his sweat. Daddy didn’t move out of his sleep at all.

I knew he wasn’t wearing any underwear, but I was still a little surprised when I slipped his sweat waist under his crotch that his penis came straight up. It looked nice. My dad had a nice penis. It was long and straight, not too thick, and very stiff. I was just staring at it until I noticed that the erection went south. Then I started to bring it to the attention of the instinctively. While I was playing and caressing my father’s penis, I couldn’t help but admire it. I was so focused on staring. That I didn’t even think about the just started kissing The beautiful head of my dad’s dick.

I gave soft kisses at first, but when I started to feel excited, I started kissing French my father’s dick making my tongue punch my saliva over his head. Still no stirring, but with me no longer worried, I began to make love to my father’s dick with my mouth. I kissed it and licked it, rubbed my wet lips up and down the shaft and eventually opened my mouth and started to fuck it. I think this is the ultimate blow job because I pretended my mouth was my pussy and I fucked my dad with pushing his dick faster and faster. I even turned my head like my hips got more and more excited.

He didn’t even stir. I kept fucking his dick with my mouth, but he was so unconscious he didn’t even know. Maybe it was for the best. I kept sucking and fucking his dick with my mouth and all I could think about was how much I wanted him to come inside me. Very soon I felt the vibration of a load ready to unload and slowed my mouth fucking, stll go all the way through my father’s shaft and to the head, never let his beautiful dick leave my desire pussy mouth. And then I felt the unmistakable sensation of hot coming squirting into my eager mouth. My dad came into my and I swallowed shot after the shot of his huge cargo like it was sucked into my pussy. I saw him come into my cunt and that thought made me go over the edge… And gave me the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. I shuddered for a few minutes, still fucking my dad’s spent dick until we were both done.

I spent the next few minutes with my head on his crotch licking and kissing his beautiful dick, slowly being taken away by my orgasm with my father, love for his dick soft and sincere. Finally I told his dick “until we meet again” when I was sweating my dads again, got out of the bank, gave my dad a kiss on the cheek and drove home to my friend. I had a smile of satisfaction on my face all the way home. A real feeling of pampering.