Handling Dad's Tool

The day's that followed my first session with dad in his tool shed saw a lot more cock sucking than D.I.Y I can tell you. He simply couldn't get enough of my silky lips sliding down his big hard dick. I became very skilled at pleasuring him. Then one Saturday morning while mum was out having her hair done I entered the lounge. Dad was sitting on the sofa in his dressing gown.

"What do you think of these?" He asked opening the gown. He had on a pair of silver lycra cycling shorts "my dick feels lovely in these come and cop a feel. Then get your mouth down the front for a lovely spunky taste test" his big hard dick was stretching against the silky smooth fabric. "Pump me off!" He said caressing his cock. I slid beside him on the sofa 

"We'd better keep the new sofa clean" I said looking longingly at his lovely dick "mum will be mad if we mess it up"

"Fuck the sofa and you're mother it's me I want you to mess up!" He said laughing.

"That" I said rubbing the tip of his silky dick "goes without saying" I kissed him fully on the mouth, slipping my tongue over his. He moaned as I took hold of the tool he'd given my mother and made me with and I let my fingers explore him. I moved from his thighs, up his dick and into the elasticated waist band of his shorts. I slid my hand inside and took hold of his sticky wet knob.

"Oooohh!!" He gasped as I slowly worked his shaft. It became stickier and stickier as I upped the speed of his naughty wank. I pulled down the front of his shorts, his dick sprang up. He cried out and shot his lode. His spunk burst out all over us. My hand was drenched as he ejaculated his milky man cream in spasms. His belly and chest glistened with his cum. I slid my hand down his still dripping cock and began to clean up his sticky mess with my eager, willing tongue"

"Good boy!!" he gasped and it wasn't long before he was enjoying another orgasmic eruption.