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Subject: Shipwrecked With Dad 8 Dad and I made out for a while longer at the hidden beach spot, still naked and horny. He always knew how to make me feel in every part of my body. He ended the kiss and sighed. “Kevin, I don’t want you to think I’m being possessive, okay? But there’s no turning back because our relationship is no longer the same. I take relationships very seriously. I’ve never had sex outside of a relationship before, and I don’t plan to start. Your mother was the only person I was with during our entire time together.” I wasn’t surprised by that because it was how Dad was. He was a good man and a good father with a good heart. He was loyal and honest, faithful and devoted, loving and caring. And now, a good boyfriend. Maybe husband one day? Or was I just getting ahead of myself? Then again, incest was illegal. But maybe my husband in heart? Dad was love. “Before her, Kevin, there was someone very special to me, a man my age. He was my first love, and istanbul travesti we were exclusive together for four years from when we were fourteen. But once we were eighteen, he decided he didn’t want to be gay anymore, so he ended up marrying a woman and having a son with her who’s probably around your age now.” My eyebrows rose. I’d never known this. But then again, I’d never thought to ask anything that would make the topic come up. “I only know that because we bumped into each other once years later and chatted briefly. Never saw him again.” “Aw, Dad…” “It’s okay. But I’ll tell you more about that story later. Right now, I want to enjoy my beautiful son.” He smiled and resumed the kiss with more hunger, a little faster. His middle finger continued rubbing my virgin hole. I tried to keep up with his kissing pace, my heart so heavy with emotions that I could faint. Horny, happy, in Heaven, in love… Dad was love. He moved his lips kadıköy travesti to my cheek for a few tender kisses, then my earlobe for a nibble. In my ear, he whispered, “I’d die for you, son. You’re my life.” “Oh, Dad…” I was too overwhelmed with love and bliss. I felt like the luckiest person on Earth. After kissing my neck and back to my face, he stopped and grinned. “How serious are you about this protein thing you mentioned earlier?” I giggled and blushed. “I meant it.” “Yeah?” I nodded. “You want to suck Daddy’s dick?” Another nod, and I blushed really hard until I buried my face in his chest. And I’d just realized how much of a stringy mess of precum I’d made all over my upper legs and on Dad’s skin. He got me to face him, and he pecked my lips. “Don’t be shy. This is part of making love. And I want to suck my son too. You remember me mentioning sixty-nine during our sex talk a few years ago?” I nodded. “I think so. bakırköy travesti Is that where we suck each other at the same time while facing opposite directions?” “That’s exactly it. But just remember that I’m pretty big down there, so don’t worry about taking all of it in your mouth. Whatever you can, okay?” “Okay, Dad.” He let go of me, got down on the sand, and lay on his back, facing the ocean. He smiled like he was in love with me, which he was. I felt it from him, and it made me love him more. Smiling back like a dork, I turned around and got on my knees, my legs on either side of his body. I scooted back and accidentally brushed my crack against his face. Tittering, I said, “Sorry.” “Don’t be. I actually want to do something real special to you. Don’t think of it as gross, okay? Just trust me.” I kind of had a feeling of what he was about to do. If I was right, then I was relieved I hadn’t used the bathroom after my last shower. I was nervous, though. How would it feel? I was on the verge of having sex with my own dad, and despite the surrealism of it all, I was ready. I was ready to explore so much more with him like never before. Dad was ess (c)2021, Rod Rey. A.R.R. Please donate to Nifty!
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