He’s looking rather anxious. After months of furtive glances, making it clear to each other what we wanted, Dad finally came to my room yesterday, and without a word being spoken he joined me in bed and fucked me. It was all rather rushed, and at the end he rushed off, muttering ‘never again’. We haven’t spoken about it. But now Dad is here again, and I still don’t want to speak. I want him back in my bed with his cock inside me again, but not rushing things on this occasion. We can talk when it’s over - or at least the first fuck is over. Then I’ll tell him how happy he’s made me. How I love him so much, and want that love to take a physical form, ideally several times each day.
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AuthorSome Gay Family Erotica thoughts from Fergie Boy Archives
May 2020
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