Dad’s having an afternoon nap, which he likes to do on a Sunday. I’m sitting on the balcony along with him - far from asleep, but happily dreaming. I’m dreaming of giving that armpit a lick, smothering my face in his manly chest and giving sexy nipples a chew. And I’m dreaming of kneeling between those legs and making a meal of that big daddy package - first with the shorts on, then pulling them off so I can suck my dad’s big fuck-off dick.
“Don’t you dare, boy!” says Dad, who it would appear is rousing. “There are too many nosy neighbours around. Let’s move the show to the bedroom, and then we both can stop dreaming.”
Some Gay Family Erotica thoughts from Fergie Boy