That’s Dad in his favourite chair showing off his manly bulges - one of his many preludes to sex. All of the bulges will get some attention, starting with the exposed ones - the biceps and thighs. Then I’ll move on to his beefy chest, gnawing at the cotton before taking off the tee-shirt to feast on bare paternal flesh. By this point, I’ll be aching to touch my favourite part, but I know the rules that Dad sets - I have to wait until permission is given to play with his fabulous package. It’s an agony of torment. despite all the other treats I get - to see his cock straining in his pants, with precum soaking the material around the knob. He drives me mad with teasing denial, which makes me work with all the more passion on the rest of his body. But can you imagine the euphoria when he finally relents, and accepts what he’s fought to delay. The oral sex I give him is wonderful but brief. We’re both so inflamed, it lasts only a few minutes before Dad takes control and fucks me like a savage. Again it’s brief, but so fulfilling - both of us coming in a maelstrom of rutting. And then I’m allowed to suck him again, taking my time, savouring every second - knowing that he’ll also take his time when he decides to screw me again.
Some Gay Family Erotica thoughts from Fergie Boy