I’ve seen that look many times before. Dad’s pretending to be annoyed that I’ve come to his room as soon as Mum has driven off. He’ll tell me to go away, and I’ll plead with him to let me stay. As always he’ll relent, saying this will be the last time. And as it’s the last time, we’ll really go for it - Dad fucking me for hours in all manner of positions. The pretence that this is the end adds fire to the passion. But it’s never the end. I’ll be here again tomorrow, seeing that expression, thrilled to the core knowing what’s going to happen.
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AuthorSome Gay Family Erotica thoughts from Fergie Boy Archives
May 2020
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