I definitely don’t have a ‘BAD DAD’. He’s getting on in years, and his hair is turning grey, but he’s kept himself in excellent shape. He’s fit as a fiddle, and has the stamina of a bull, with a raging libido to go with it. Something he just demonstrated by giving me one hell of a pounding. Screwing me for an hour before he finally bred me and made me blow along with him. We’re taking a break, but are far from finished. We might have come but we still want more. And I think Dad’s giving me a hint that we should turn the tables for the next bout - something I’m more than happy to do. Just look at that ass! What son would turn down a go at that? Not me! I was over the mood when he finally let me screw him. He waited until I was twenty before offering it up, but now we have a very balanced relationship, both extremely happy in either role. So it’s Dad who’s going to get a pounding next, after I’ve eaten him out.
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AuthorSome Gay Family Erotica thoughts from Fergie Boy Archives
May 2020
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