Lunatic Binge
Really Experienced
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- Sep 13, 2001
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I loved to watch Dad shower.
He had a beautiful body. Slim. Well muscled. A thick mat of chest hair that I longed to run my fingers through.
Sometimes, if I was lucky, I would get to watch him masturbate. It turned me on to see it, but it also made me a little sad. He'd been so lonely since Mom died. And he had certain needs that weren't being taken care of.
Dad needed a new lover. And I wanted it to be me.
I was scared to death as I slipped out of my clothes. What I was proposing was nothing less than incest. I was afraid Dad would freak.
But there was only one way to find out.
Silently, I entered the bathroom. This was one of the lucky times. Dad was stroking himself, and he was so lost in passion that he was oblivious to my presence. It wasn't until I wrapped my fingers around his lovely monster cock that he realized he was no longer alone. His eyes widened when he saw me.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he sputtered.
"Relax, Dad," I said softly. "Let me help you."
Dad didn't push me away. I think he was too stunned to respond. But it was clear he liked the handjob I was giving him.
"Does that feel good, Dad?" I asked.
His only response was a moan.
"Will you do me too?" I asked.
This was the turning point, I knew.
Everything depended on his answer.
It seemed like an eternity before he responded.
But respond he did.
His hand reached down and cupped my balls.
I gasped with pleasure. Then, I reached up and planted a soft kiss on his lips.
"Oh, Frank," he moaned.
"Oh, Dad," I moaned in return......
He had a beautiful body. Slim. Well muscled. A thick mat of chest hair that I longed to run my fingers through.
Sometimes, if I was lucky, I would get to watch him masturbate. It turned me on to see it, but it also made me a little sad. He'd been so lonely since Mom died. And he had certain needs that weren't being taken care of.
Dad needed a new lover. And I wanted it to be me.
I was scared to death as I slipped out of my clothes. What I was proposing was nothing less than incest. I was afraid Dad would freak.
But there was only one way to find out.
Silently, I entered the bathroom. This was one of the lucky times. Dad was stroking himself, and he was so lost in passion that he was oblivious to my presence. It wasn't until I wrapped my fingers around his lovely monster cock that he realized he was no longer alone. His eyes widened when he saw me.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he sputtered.
"Relax, Dad," I said softly. "Let me help you."
Dad didn't push me away. I think he was too stunned to respond. But it was clear he liked the handjob I was giving him.
"Does that feel good, Dad?" I asked.
His only response was a moan.
"Will you do me too?" I asked.
This was the turning point, I knew.
Everything depended on his answer.
It seemed like an eternity before he responded.
But respond he did.
His hand reached down and cupped my balls.
I gasped with pleasure. Then, I reached up and planted a soft kiss on his lips.
"Oh, Frank," he moaned.
"Oh, Dad," I moaned in return......
