You will surely know how to treat this.
One day I was a bit late returning home. My mother had gone on a trip alone since it was a four-day holiday. It was strange for me to know that my father hadn’t travelled with her. So once home I found my father having a coffee and went to him, kissed his cheek and asked him.
-Is everything ok between mom and you, dad?
-Things are a bit wrong now -he took a deep sigh-, but well, hope it’s only a temporary disagreement.
I was fast then pulling down my pants.
-I find you a bit sad now, dad. I know the medicine you need. Look at this ass of mine and pierce it again. You know it’s yours.
Eustace Reynolds knew well that I was totally on his side and complied. Soon I could feel again that hot cock that made me battling inside me. Even if he was a little depressed, he was exquisitely gentle with my bum, as if all he wanted was making love to me whenever he fucked me. He was also getting used to having his lips in mine all the time he was fucking me. Since I was his remedy now, I would be totally sweet with him these four days. Finally he ended up shooting a long stream of his nectar again inside me.
The next day, I remember I had spent half the afternoon with my friends and when I returned home, I found my father totally nude and looking at me with a totally hard cock. Even sad as he was, he couldn’t help but be totally lustful with me. He pointed at his dick and told me.
-You will surely know how to treat this, Edwin.
And of course I instantly bent and took that tasty dick I knew so well by now and started to give it a new blowjob.
How I loved my father’s attitude now, no more insecurities. He loved the sex I was allowed to give him and knew besides that’s what I wanted so this time when we were alone was gonna be a lot of sex.
I was already totally used to the taste of that hot dick he had, used to first alight my hungry tongue at his sexy balls, used to always go slowly up in no hurry till always after a long time my tongue rested at his glans, then swallowed and soon I was starting everything again from licking his balls to swallowing his shaft and beginning a long time of edging. He constantly thanked me, kissed me, touched me, always assuring me that nobody could give him that fun and noticing that way Eustace Reynolds’ sweetness had me still crazier with lust for him.
The culmination was always me drinking an increasingly more aroused and longer stream of cum every day and first he gave me a long five-minute kiss.
Thus we were all those days. I can’t remember how many blowjobs I gave him; how many times he fucked me. But I was a little sad that things between my mother and him seemed to worsen day by day.
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