My father, my lover

The first time I thought of having sex with my father I was scared and I felt sick. Years later I would find that everything in life depends on our own circumstances.

Dad had lost his wife a few years ago and had become a lonely man. He lost all hope in humanity and in himself and severely depressed for a long time. I felt so sorry for him and tried to talk to him and spend time with him to help relieve his pain and suffering, but it was not helpful.

One night I was at my parents' house talking to him during dinner. We'd both been drinking a little and we were talking about relationships. He told me how much he lost his wife, but sometimes all he thought was sex with her. My father and I had always been open to each other, so this conversation wasn't out of the ordinary. But he started sleeping and murmured "sometimes I think I just need sex..." While I was there on the couch in his sweats with his cup of wine tilted almost spilling, I felt a sense of piety and duty. After all, this sleeping man had always been there with what he needed help in life. I owed her something she needed.

I didn't really die too much, feeling a little inhibited by wine, but I decided to do something for my father. I got up, walked through the room, grabbed his glass of wine (I really finished his cup) and sat next to him on the couch. What happened next happened.

I could see the contour of the fic penis in his sweats. Always so softly I took my hand and simply followed the outline of it slightly with my fingers. As I rounded my head, the whole thing broke up a bit and started to get tough. I was navigating around my penis dads a few times going through their balls every time to pet them gently. It didn't take long for her penis to get too hard and too big under her sweats. Dad didn't move from his dream.

I knew I wasn't wearing underwear, but I was still a little surprised when I knocked down his sweat waist below his crotch that his penis appeared directly. He looked good. My father had a very nice penis. It was long and straight, not too thick, and very rigid. I looked at him for a minute or two until I noticed that the erection started going south. Then I started to draw attention. While I was playing and strangling my penis dads, I couldn't help but admire him. I was so focused on that by looking carefully that I didn't even think about it, but I started kissing the beautiful head of my dad's dick.

At first I kissed softly, but when I started to feel excited, I started kissing my parents the dick allowing my tongue to make my saliva all over her head. I haven't scrambled yet, but with me I was no longer worried, I started making love with my mouth to my parents. I kissed him and licked him, rubbed the wet lips up and down the axis and finally opened my mouth and began to fuck her. I think this is what could be considered the last job blow while I pretended that my mouth was my pussy and I caught my dad's dicks with him pushing his dick faster and faster. I was even raising my head like my hips are getting more and more excited.

He didn't even move, yet. I kept fucking his dick violently with my mouth, but I was so faint that I didn't even know. Maybe it was better that way. I kept sucking, and fucking his dick with my mouth and all I could think was how much I wanted him to come inside me. Very soon I felt the lever of a load ready to download and slow down my mouth fucking, stunting all the way through the axis of my parents and to the head, never letting your beautiful dick leave my tanmouth wanting. And then, I felt the unmistakable feeling that the heat came into my mouth dearing. My father was getting into me and I swallowed a shot after his huge load like he was sucked in my pussy. I imagined it coming into my pussy and that thought made me go over the edge gave me the most powerful orgasm I had. I shuddered for a few minutes, still fucking my parents spent the dick until we both finished.

I spent the next few minutes with my head in his crotch licking and kissing his wonderful dick, slowly being distanced by my orgasm with my father, loving his dick gently and genuinely. After all, I told his dick "until we meet again" as I knocked down my dads sweating, came down from the couch, gave my father a kiss on the cheek and went home with my boyfriend. I had a smile of contention on my face home. A real sense of cowardism.