I'm sitting here in the basement, still recovering from the greatest blowjob I've ever received, while my dad finishes licking my cum from his hand.
We're both tipsy on whiskey, fully erect, and having a blast as bukkake porn casts a dim light in the darkness of the room.
It's my turn now.
His hairy boner aches against his belly.
"All right, lemme give this a try," I smirk and get down on my knees between his wide-spread legs.
"Just enjoy it, kiddo."
I have a feeling I will.
"Feel free to guide me along if you want," I sheepishly say.
"I'll let you know what I like, don't worry."
I take a big sip from my glass and lean in. Pick up his shaft and put his helmet in my mouth.
Its warmth and texture make it feel like a living thing, which is kinda cool.
I take in a few more inches of my dad's penis and glide up.
And down, slowly. It feels bigger in my mouth than I was expecting.
Down here I notice the black hairs that climb his belly. His bush is full and masculine.
I smell a little crotchy man odor, but am not bothered by it.
I close my eyes and give myself permission to just make the fuck out with his dick for a while.
My tongue strokes the length of his penis and wraps around the head. And repeats.
My father's hand tenderly brushes along my bangs and his finger moves gently along my cheek as I continue sucking.
I feel his dick twitch from within my mouth. I liked that.
His manhood swells within me.
His finger creeps up to my lips and pokes into my mouth. I lift my mouth from his cock and take his fingers in further.
He pushes his fingers in more and presses down on my wet tongue.
We lock eyes. He has that dazed, sex-look on his face.
Like we're sharing something special and he's in no rush to end it.
This is wild.
His finger smeers against my lips and I return to his powerful meat.
"Grab my balls and suck on the head, Micky," he whispers.
I appreciate the direction.
My hand holds onto my dad's big and full balls, while my mouth starts slobbering all over his head.
I start doing a shallow bobbing motion up and down over his helmet at shifting speeds. And shuffle each testicle.
I can taste some pre-sum and am pleased with myself.
"That feels good. Now lick my balls."
Balls!? I'm nervous for a moment. And then find myself just diving in, impulsively, while rubbing his hairy legs with my hands.
I anticipated not enjoying his testicles in my mouth, but they're kind of fun.
I know how much I enjoy my balls getting licked when a chick is willing to lick them. So I'm happy to be giving this pleasure to my dad.
Part of me came from his seed. Seed that was lodged up in this nutsack that's in my mouth right now.
And in a weird sort of way I'm paying homage to the source of my life right now.
Mmm, yes. Thank you, manly, hairy balls for helping to bring me into existence.
I pull out a pube from my wet lips.
And return. My tongue scratches against the hairs within the crease between his balls and thigh.
And my nose shoves across his pubic hair.
I'm cleaning him up! Like, what the fuck!
I get lost in his lap for a long moment.
Tasting the hints of sweat at the underside.
Brushing up against the hairs that line his taint.
Whoa, am I bi? Is this what it means to be bi?
I return to my trance, suddenly indifferent to the answer to that question.
I'm special, that's for sure.
My eyes are closed. I feel his knuckles lightly touch my face.
He must be stroking himself.
As my tongue doubles down for some exploration, I recall a memory:
A year or two ago we were at an uncle's wedding at a VWF hall. I stepped away to pee.
The small bathroom had a trough urinal and a separate toilet with no stall. The concrete walls were a pale yellow.
