The first time I thought I was having sex with my dad, I really fucked up and I 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 became a lonely and lonely man. He lost all hope in humanity and himself and was severely depressed for a long time. I felt so sorry for him and I tried to speak with him and spend time with him to help relieve his pain and suffering, but all that was not helpful.
One night, I was at my fathers’ house talking to him at dinner. We had a drink and we were talking about relationships. He told me how much he missed his wife, but sometimes everything he thought was sex with her. My father and I had always been open to each other, so this conversation was not unusual. But, he started to fall asleep and whispered “sometimes I think I just need sex…”. While he put himself on the couch in his sweats with his glass of wine almost tilted, I felt a feeling of pity and duty. After all, this sleeping man had always been there with everything I needed to help in life. I owed him something he needed.
I really didn’t live on it, feeling a little disinhibited by wine, but I decided to do something for my father. I got up, went through the room, secured his glass of wine (I finished his glass) and sat next to him on the couch. What happened then?
I saw the contour of the hic penis in his sweats. I took my hand and slightly followed the contour with my fingers. While I rounded my head, the whole thing cracked a little and started to get tough. I sailed around my fathers’ penis a few times enjoying his balls every time to caresss them slightly. It didn’t take long for her penis to become really hard and really big under her sweats. Dad didn’t shake his sleep at all.
I knew he wasn’t wearing underwear, but it still surprised me when I slipped his sweat size below his crotch that his penis fainted straight. It was nice. My father had a very pretty penis. It was long and straight, not too thick, and very steep. I looked at him for a minute or two until I noticed that the erection started going south. I then unsticently started to caresss him to the attention. As I played and suffocated my fathers’ penis, I couldn’t stop admiring. I was so focused on her consciously looking that I didn’t even think about it, but just started kissing my dad dick’s beautiful head.
I gave sweet kisses at first, but when I started feeling excited, I started kissing my dad dick by allowing my tongue to stick my saliva on his whole head. Still not stirring, but without me, I started making love to my dad dick with my mouth. I kissed it and licked, rubbed my wet lips up and down the tree and finally opened my mouth and started kissing it. I think that’s what could be considered the ultimate blow as I claimed my mouth was my pussy and I fucked my dad dick with her pushing deeper and faster on her dick. I even blew my head like my hips were getting more and more excited.
He didn’t even move. I fucked his dick violently with my mouth, but he was so faint that he didn’t even know it. That was better. I kept sucking, kissing his dick with my mouth and all I could think was how much I wanted him to come to me. Very little time, I felt the quiver of a charge ready to unload and slow my mouth fucked, swollen along my daddy well and up to the head, never leaving his beautiful tail leaving my desiring cuntmouth. And then I felt the unchanging feeling of hot coming squirting in my mouth. My dad came in my pussy and I swallowed a ball after shooting her huge load like she was sucked in my pussy. I envisioned her entering my pussy and it made me pass the edge by giving me the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. I searched for a few minutes, I screwed up my fathers again until we’re done.
I spent a few minutes with my head at his crotch lick and kiss his wonderful cock, slowly being distanced by my orgasm with my father, loving his dick gently and sincerely. Finally, I told his dick “until we met” while I slipped my fathers sweated out of the couch, gave my father a kiss on the cheek and led to my boyfriend’s house. I had a happy smile on my face to the house. A true sense of accomplishment.