Then with hazel eyes locked on my father’s pair, I gave his armpit an adoring lick. He hissed in a breath as I quivered all over. It was another of those electrifying moments. For me, it was the heady scent that the oxter hair trapped, plus the salty tang of my father’s sweat... and then there was the symbolism of the act, which I found a serious turn on when engaging like this with a man like Dad.
Extract from 'Part of the Family Job'
Some Gay Family Erotica thoughts from Fergie Boy