Sorry to hear that! My folks split when I was 13 but I stayed with my dad. He and I are still active whenever I get home to Indiana.
Sorry to hear that! My folks split when I was 13 but I stayed with my dad. He and I are still active whenever I get home to Indiana.
He took things real slow. For a while, all we did was shower together. i think it was his way of easing me into being naked in front of him. we washed each other some, but the showers were pretty innocent. afterwards, we would have these long father/son talks in the bathroom before we would put our clothes on. the talks kept getting longer and longer and we would spend more time together naked. one night he came in my bed room after i had gone to sleep and started scratching my back. after a while, he slid his hand down the back of my underwear and started rubbing my butt. that was the first time he had ever touched me really in a way that was purely sexual. that was about all he did that night, but he kep coming in for the next few nights and going a little further each time.
i am a 23 yo male and i have had fantasies bout older since i wasa preteen...
I myself never had sex with my dad (that I can remember anyways) but when I was younger I often had dreams where we would have sex. I saw him naked in the bathroom once, he was washing up in the sink. I think thats the only time I ever saw him naked, hes not really attractive to me. I'm more into hairy men for some reason... He was pretty bare I however am not
But I do LOOOOVVEEEE father-son stories, I'm not quite sure why... They just always seem to do the trick for me lol.
hey jt, where at in Indiana? I'm in lower Michigan and would love to join you two
i don't live in Indiana anymore, but my dad is still there in SW Indiana where I grew up. I get home every few months for a very important visit. we're still very close.
I was the one who started the topic Seen My Dad Naked Tonight under the fetish forum. I havent seen him naked since then, but I have been walking around in front of my dad alot more lately only wearing my jockstrap and one time naked from the bathroom to my room. This morning I fell asleep on the couch in just my jockstrap, and my dad woke up after 7, and came and sit on the couch before he left so that was hot that I was there laying there in just my jock when he sit there. And last week I was washing dishes at the sink in my jock only, when my dad came home for lunch and sit on the couch so I know he had to of been staring at my ass and all.
just keep walking around in the house in the strap, or maybe nothing at all, and see what he does.
This is the kind I remeber my dad wearing. Growing up it was fascinating to watch him walk around in them. There was a war going on in my mind “don’t stare it’s not right” vs. “white fabric, bulges, hairy body, bulges, fascinating bulges”
When i stay at my parents i often wander about the house just wearing a thong if it's just me and my dad at home, cos it turns me on so much him seeing me. He's never said anything about it to me though, and I know he's not gay, so nothing would ever happen. I wear all sorts of underwear around him though, from jocks to sheer underwear, to thongs, or just some tight boxers. Always have the best wank after!
Hello Richard K.K if you are reading this. Have a nice day! I need your underware! No skid mark! LOL.
This is a hot topic for me!
I am increasingly attracted to my grown-up step-son.
I'm still pretty good looking and my son is handsome. I think so anyway, although he doubts it himself. He's str8, I think. But not had a girlfriend for the last couple of years.
We are spending more time together these days, lounging around drinking beer and watching TV. We have never been closer, but I am finding the closeness is increasing my attraction to him.
He's a soft sort of man, not macho and I am wondering if, in his sex-deprived life, he might want to mess around with his step-dad.
But it is difficult to initiate any move.
I do remember being fascinated by seeing my dad in his white undies and would try them on occasinally. Daddies are supposed to be masculine protective and loving. The idea of pleasing daddy is primal and erotic. Here is a story I wrote:
I had just turned 18 and my parents were going through a messy divorce. They were high school sweethearts but my father had a dark secret: he was a gay man. He grew up in a conservative military family and he himself worked in the military for many years. My own coming up had stirred a lot of conflicting feelings in him. My coming out was the catalyst for his coming out. My mom was devastated. She would never forgive me. Mom moved in with her folks and I stayed with dad. I had the option to go with her but our relationship was strained by my coming out and the subsequent coming out of her husband. I loved my dad and was more than happy to stay with him anyway.
Dad was very handsome and well built. He had mischievous eyes, a moustache and a hairy chest. Dad and I got along well except that he was very disapproving of any man I was dating. According to him they were l jerks and not good enough for me. I was angry at this attitude but at the same time I felt strangely flattered. Not that I was dating many guys. I was spending most of my free time with dad. I enjoyed seeing his warm comforting smile and mischievous eyes. It felt warm to be near his masculine body. I felt guilty and tried my hardest to suppress my feelings. But it was quite difficult to suppress my urges. The sight of dad walking around the house in white briefs would make my heart race so fast I would feel dizzy. A couple of times I had been lucky enough to see him naked. I was fascinated by his cock. It was rather large, larger than mine. He was uncut and the foreskin completely enveloped his cockhead. It looked much different than my smaller cut cock. I longed to see it up close and study it more. I would anxiously wait for him to leave the house and I would instantly run into his room and find his dirty laundry. I pleasured my self for hours fondling his socks and inhaling the sweet, musky, yeasty essence of his white briefs. I noticed that he started to look and smile at me more often. I would look away but it was difficult not to stare into his dreamy eyes. His looks gave me goosebumps. I wasn’t sure if it was just my imagination. I started walking around the house in my briefs because I knew they seemed to catch his eye. I felt guilty about doing this but could not control myself. Watching him trying to keep from staring at me was intoxicating. One night he came home from work late. He went out or drinks with co workers and was tipsy. I was lying on the couch reading. I was wearing tight blue briefs. His eyes fixated on my briefs and then he quickly looked away. I felt guilty for tempting him. Guilty for trying to be make him attracted to me. He was my dad after all, what on earth was I thinking? He looked at me again. “God damn” he said. “How is it that you don’t have a boyfriend?”. “Because you chase them off” I replied. “You’re too good for them” “You deserve better. You are a prize. If you weren’t my son, I would worship you, I would” and then he stopped. “Never mind” he said. “No” I protested. “Finish your thought. If I wasn’t your son, you would what? What would you do? Because whatever it is that you want to do, I want you to do it”. That was it took. He pounced on top of me and locked his mouth on mine. I felt him push his tongue into my mouth and I greedily welcomed it sucking it in with all my might. His hand were all over my body and he reached into my underwear and grabbed my erect cock. He caressed my cock and balls and slid off my underwear. He was ontop of me and he started exploring my body. His moustache felt ticklish. He was still fully dressed as he took my cock in his mouth. I felt myself on the verge of coming but I desperately wanted to see, feel, smell and taste his cock. It was a challenge to get him to stop sucking me. After firmly pulling his head off of my crotch I took control of the situation and started taking his clothes off until he was in his sexy white briefs. His large cock was bulging out of the white fabric a drop of moisture permeated the tip. I buried my face in his crotch and inhaled the sweet fragrance of daddies underwear. As sexy as he was in his underwear I knew it was time for them to come off. I ripped them off. There he was. Mischievous eye looking more mischievous than ever and all mine to enjoy. I gazed into his eyes for a moment, kissed him and buried my face his crotch. I sniffed his balls and pubes. After jerking off to his underwear for so long it felt unreal to smell the real thing. He smelled so good it was difficult to stop sniffing him. I kissed his cock and played with the long foreskin I had dreamed about for ages. I took his cock in my mouth and he moaned. It felt good to have daddies cock in my mouth and hear him moan in pleasure. To feel daddies cock moving inside of my mouth. I sucked him and felt his cock swell in my mouth. I was in ecstasy as my mouth filled with daddy’s foreskin juice and precome. He pulled my mouth off his cock and took me in his arms. There we were father and son. Our naked bodies entwined together as we kissed and our cocks rubbed lovingly together. What could be more natural? We explored each other’s bodies and made love all night long. Daddy came in my mouth as I sucked him. I almost choked at the copious amount of fluid that exploded out of his body and into my mouth. I swallowed daddies come and felt it coat the back of my throat. In the morning we awoke and started fooling around again. He had me lie on my stomach and he caressed my ass. He kissed the sole of my foot and started kissing my leg slowly moving up until he got to my ass. He spread my cheeks and kissed my asshole. My body shuddered. He covered my ass with kisses and then buried his face in. I felt my heart race as I felt his tongue and moustache tickle my asshole. Having daddies mouth on my ass stirred something inside me. He glanced over and saw that he was jerking his cock as he rimmed me. Daddies tantalizing cock. I had never had anal sex before but I knew that instant that I needed daddies cock inside me. I pulled him up and pushed my ass onto his cock. He moaned and rubbed his cock against my crack. We stayed like this for a while until I grabbed his cock and pushed it onto my tight virgin asshole. “Oh daddy I want you to be the first”. “Are you sure that you are ready for this?” “I need you inside me” He got up from the bed and went to get some lotion. He spread it on me asshole and probed me with his fingers. I felt my asshole relax and I felt his fingers enter inside me. He spread some lotion on his cock and pushed it against my asshole. Slowly he started to enter me. It hurt a little bit but the idea of him inside me was so stimulating that my asshole relaxed and welcomed him inside. He moaned and thrust. He kissed my neck and his moustache was ticklish. It felt so good to feel his powerful body on top of mine and have his cock inside me. Every time he thrust I would jerk my cock in ecstasy. He picked up the pace and I clenched my cheeks as hard as I could. He hissed and bit me ear. I heard him scream as he pushed his cock inside me and flooded my insides with his come. This pushed me over the edge and what felt like buckets of come shot out of my cock…
Just to give some visual perspective. Here are the undies my dad wore. Not exactly the sexiest looking underwear, but on him they were quite captivating. The white soft fabric in contact with daddies privates. How could you not want to sniff it?
Here is more what my dad looked like, so you will have to picture him in the undies. Hairy, handsome and rugged he was a sight to behold. And he looked soo cute in the undies:
Here is what his cock looked like: Even unerect it was quite large. It was always a real treat to be lucky enough to catch a glimpse him nude. His foreskin looked raw and scary and would always draw my attention. I remember hearing daddy piss in the bathroom and thinking about the warm liquid flowing out of his penis.
Intimate father-son bonding:
The idea of Dad’s underwear is deeply erotic.
Dad is a strong loving masculine presence meant to protect and comfort you.
The idea of Dad’s underwear, soft fabric in contact with his private regions, surrounding his treasured family jewels and absorbing Dad’s precious bodily fluids and aromas, is quite arousing. Can I please have a sniff?
tasty walnut - great story - thanks for sharing
Since i moved away from home, my dad moved his computer into my bedroom, so sometimes when im home, he'll come in in the morning to use the computer. If I know that it's only me and him in the house, sometimes i'll make sure im sprawled across the bed naked and hard, pretending to be asleep when he comes in, or sometimes just wearing a thong. It's so f-ing hot!
dunno why, but tightie whities on a guy is a turn off for me.
I remember the first day I realized I was falling for my son. We were on a family vacation by the beach. I remember being captivated at a what a strapping and handsome man my son was developing into. I didn’t think anything of it but found it difficult to take my eyes away from his beautiful young body. I remember noticing several women on the beach admiring him. That’s’ my boy, I remember thinking proudly. His bathing suit fit him so perfectly I remember thinking he could be a model. I had a camcorder I recently bought and was shooting lots of footage of our extended family. But I made sure to capture as much footage of him frolicking around the beach in his bathing suit as I could. Lucky for me the camera had a very good zoom lens so I capture some great close-ups.
We were staying with my wife’s family. After the beach we returned to their house and everyone took turns showering and getting ready. I walked into the bathroom to shower and locked the door. I was about to enter the shower but froze when my eyes caught sight of my son’s bathing suit. I picked it up and my heart started to race. I turned it inside out and felt the soft fabric. Fabric that not long ago had been in contact with my son’s ass, my son’s balls and his cock. My son’s cock. I had sprung a huge aching erection. I mustn’t have these feelings, its my son, I thought. But there was the bathing suite and there were some pubes and my heart was racing. I turned on the shower to cover any noise I might make and jerked off while fondling his bathing suit and thinking about him on the beach.
I edited the beach video and removed all extraneous footage so that it featured only my son. This video became my primary beating off material. When I was alone at home I would go to my son’s room and swipe a pair of his used undies. If I was lucky I would get his sweaty underwear from after the gym. I would jerk off while sniffing the undies and watching the video.
Then the unexpected happened. My son came out of the closet. This was a shock to me and my wife. It stirred up a lot of feelings in me. If my son was brave enough to come out it was time for me to do the same. So I did and my wife left us. She was hurt and angry but it was difficult for me to believe it was a complete shock for her since our sex life was basically nonexistent. It felt good to finally be out. I dated men and it was fun but I had not stopped longing or my son. If anything my feelings were growing stronger since we were alone at the house. I was insanely jealous of his boyfriends and did my best to scare them away. I had always loved my son but was I falling in love with him?
I still loved the video but as luck would have it my son started walking around the house in his underwear or sometimes a jockstrap. I remember one time sitting on the kitchen table as he did the dishes in tight blue briefs. I could not stop staring at his perfect ass. I actually drooled on the kitchen table. My cock felt very constricted in my underwear and pants. At first I thought that he was walking around in his underwear because he felt more uninhibited now that his mom was away. But I started to wonder if something else wasn’t going on. I started to feel like he was putting on a show for me. Or was it just my imagination?
One night I came home from work after having drinks with coworkers. I was feeling very relaxed and slightly tipsy. There was my son on the couch in skimpy undies. I stared at his sexy body and my eyes were drawn to his crotch. Was it my imagination or did he have an erection? He caught my eye and I felt flustered. I didn’t know what to say. “How is it that you don’t have a boyfriend?”. I blurted out. “Because you chase them off” he replied. I became overcome with emotions.“You’re too good for them” “You deserve better. You are a prize. If you weren’t my son, I would worship you, I would” and then I stopped. What was I thinking? “Never mind” I said. But he protested and told me that I could do him whatever I wanted. I looked at his crotch. Definitely an erection hiding underneath that fabric. An erection that I desperately want in my mouth. I pounced on him and me started making out. It was so nice to kiss him and taste his mouth. I greedily explored the insides of him mouth with my tongue. My hands finally got to explore the luscious body I had longed for. My mouth finally got to taste my son’s cock. And how nice he tasted. His cock was exquisite. My cock is large and uncut. It’s scary looking. His cock on the other hand was beautiful. Like a work of art. Perfectly sized with a delectably pink head. I stared at the head. His piss slit was accumulating moisture which I happily lapped up with my tongue. We explored eachothers body all night. We rubbed our cocks together. Daddies larger foreskin draped cock rubbing lovingly against son’s cut cock. Funny how much heat you can generate rubbing two sticks together. We certainly were shouldering. I sucked his fingers, his toes, his nipples, his balls and of course his cock. He was very intent on sucking me and I let him have at it. To me my cock was always ugly looking but apparently not to him. He was fixated on it. He nibbled my foreskin and slipped his tongue underneath, savoring his dad’s juices. I lay back an enjoyed the sensations of having my cock enthusiastically sucked on by my loving son.
In the morning I awoke first. He was lying on his stomach and I was staring at his perfectly shaped firm young ass and beautiful slightly hairy legs. I started caressing his ass and he woke up. I kissed the sole of his foot and worked my way up his leg, kissing as I went along. I got to his ass and I spread his legs apart. I looked at the beautiful pink hole and kissed it. I felt his body twitch. His ass was covered with soft hair. I covered it with kisses and buried my face in, pushing my tongue into his fresh pink asshole. He moaned and pushed his ass against my face as I jerked my cock and rimmed him. I thought about other things we could do. As if he read my mind he pulled me up and positioned his ass on my cock. He told me he wanted me to be the first. My mind said “YES YES YES YES”, but I didn’t want to rush him. I asked if he was sure and he said he was ready. I know I certainly was. Infact I was concerned I would not be able to enter him without blowing my load. I worked his asshole with my fingers sliding them inside him as his asshole relaxed. I entered him very slowly. My cock is rather large and I did not want to hurt him so I was very slow and gentle. I felt my cock slide inside him and be enveloped by his warm silky moist insides. I was close to coming so I did not thrust at all but just let my cock rest inside him. There we were father and son bonded together in the most intimate carnal way possible. I kissed and bit his neck and gently moved my cock around inside him. “How do you like it to have daddies cock inside you?” I asked. “Feels so good” he moaned and clenched his cheeks on me. The clenching felt unreal. I puckered my lips and sucked air. He knew the clenching pleased daddy. He continued clenching and moaned “fuck me daddy, fuck me daddy”. I didn’t answer but if I did it would be “YES YES YES YES”.
that was great
I was much younger when my dad first started making advances, but he started by walking around the house naked when we were home alone. He wouldn't come into the room I was in at first. Instead, he walked around in other parts of the house, but he could tell that I was peeking, getting a look at him in the buff. Once he knew I was looking, he started showing off more little by little.
I've always been extremely close with my dad and 2 brothers. He was a single parent when I was growing up and we had a small apartment so we always saw each other naked. My dad was always somehow hotter than other dads I saw, like my friends for example; my dad was fit and theirs were fat, but I never had a desire to sleep with him. I'd never forget this one time though when I was 14, dad came in our rooms to wake us up for school with a huge hardon (he sleep naked), I was like dad wtf...he just looked down and said "oops didnt realize haha"...From that point on I took it as a challenge to see what I could get away with. So for breakfast one day, I think I was 15 or 16, I walk into the living room while he was watching T.V. completely naked with a boner and sat down at started watching also. He looks over and says, "Uh son is there some point your trying to make". I was like nope, next thing you know my brothers come in and are like "Dad y does he get to walk around naked with boners", dad was like "fine if you wanna walk around naked with your dicks hard be my guest, just dont scare the neighbors". We all looked at each other and laughed. After I realized my dad was relaxed about it, I never did it again. Me and my dad are still really close even though I'm in college now; when he drives 5 hours to see me every other week we always sleep naked together.
P.S. My dad isn't gay or bi he actually has a GF now for 3 yrs but he's not afraid to be nude or physically close with me and my brothers, but nothing ever sexual.
What did you do? Were you excited by seeing your dad’s erect cock? Scared? Both? What did it look like? Were you drawn to it? Dad’s penis is a magnetic intoxicating thing that draws you near it. Did you fall under its mischievous spell? Did you long to caress it? Did you long to please your daddy?What were your impressions of his cock?
How soon afterwards did you actually touch it? How did it feel like to touch your dad’s erect uncut cock. Did you get to suck it?
what area do you live in?
would love to meet that hot dad son duo that posts on craigslist
Back to daddies pipi. I was weird looking, but irresistably cute (like a pug dog). So big. So veiny, so much wrinkly foreskin. My eyes were always drawn to the extra foreskin at the tip. So much captivating wrinkly skin on dad’s pipi.
I'll try your ideas and let you know.
He's 25 years old and old enough to know his own mind, so I think doing what you suggest will give him the opportunity to let me know where he is at as regards his affection for me and his willingness/interest.
I remember trying on dad’s underwear. I was engrossed by them. The idea that they were in contact with his penis and balls and now were in contact with mine was deeply arousing. These underwear have a horizontal fly. I remember my cock would always slip out of the fly. Dad never had this problem because his penis was so big. I wish he had this problem because he used to walk around the house in his underwear all the time and it would have been delightful to see his cock pop out. I watched him pee once and he pulled down the underwear to do so. His cock was too big to be maneuvered through the fly. I watched him pee, warm water flowing out of the tip of daddies foreskin covered cock. Suddenly I’m very thirsty.
Sadly I never sniffed dads used undies. I tried on and sniffed his clean undies. I really really wanted to sniff his used undies but there was one problem. He was a horny bastard (I didn’t inherit his giant cock unfortunately but I did inherit his insatiable libido). He and mom were always at it. As much as I wanted to sniff his used undies I was completely turned off by the idea of the possibility that they might be tainted by his activities with mom. Even when she was away I knew he had affairs so I could never be safe that his underwear was untainted by his sexual activities. And I was interested in smelling dad, not the women he was with. I stood guard and waited for an opportunity when I was certain that his undies would smell of him and him alone but sadly it never arose and soon afterwards I moved out of the house to attend college and never moved back. I met men who were more than happy that I wanted to sniff there privates. But seeing this topic brought back the memories of ogling dad as he walked around the house in his briefs. Trying on his underwear. And of course the heart pounding I experienced at seeing him naked. And in an alternative universe I wish dad lusted after me. And we got to make out. And I got to suck that scary but beautiful cock of his. And sniff his low hangers. And have him slide that cock deep inside me…Well the next time my BF fucks me (probably sometime this weekend) I know I will be prettending it's my dad.
I'd like to meet an adult dad and son
i wear moms underwear.....
it turns me on
My dad didn't wear underwear, except under dress pants. Then they were tighty whiteys, but being he was hot, he looked hot even i tighty whiteys. He did wear a jock though, when he played softball. I found them, and tried them on. His newer ones didn't fit, dad was much bigger and more muscular. However, in the back of the drawer were a couple of older jocks that did fit decent. I used to wear those under my clothes, to school, work, and then when I could around the house. He caught me in a jock of his once, when he came home unexpectedly during summer break. After that, he forwarded his old ones to me, after we talked about why and how and what I was doing. He wasn't pissed about me wearing his jocks, just that I didn't ask.
Here is part two of my father and son story. I hope people enjoy it.
Son & Dad part 2 Mommie dearest:
After that first night daddy and I were inseparable. Often times physically inseparable. We spent long nights snuggling naked in bed staring into each other’s eyes as our hands explored our each other’s eager bodies.
Meanwhile I tried salvaging my relationship with mom. It seemed to be working out but then things took an unexpected turn. She wanted to get back with dad. She wanted us to be a family again. She didn’t care that dad was gay and said she didn’t need sex but only wanted intimacy with dad. If only she knew how intimate dad and I had become. I tried to dissuade her and she seemed disappointed that I did not want to help foster the reunion. Then an event transpired that changed the dynamics completely.
For a while I had been head over heals in love with my son. Now I was finally able to express my feelings of love and passion for him, emotionally and physically. I was finally able to give my son the affection he deserved. It felt so good to wake up in the morning look over and see my sexy son lying naked to me. My first meal of the day was often eating my son’s fresh tight pink asshole.
My wife was pestering me to get back with her. She often would barge into the house unexpectedly (she still had keys). One day she barged in at precisely the wrong moment. Or maybe it was the right moment?
We had just gotten back from the gym. Or cloths were dripping with sweat. As soon as we walked into the house and slammed the door dad and I started making out. We were like animals. Our lips and bodies locked together we fumbled spastically towards the couch. Our mouths were locked together since we first came in. We pawed off each others close and soon were blissfully naked. When our lips finally separated dad started kissing my body. He kissed me from head to toe and his mustache felt delightfully bristly and ticklish. I lay there writhing in ecstasy, lost in dad’s kisses and the delightfully bristly and tickly sensation his moustache produced. I was keenly aware of his hard uncut cock rubbing against my body. I needed to see it.
I needed to taste it. I needed to slide my tongue underneath dad’s tender foreskin. I changed positions and gave dad’s low hanging balls a deep sniff.
They smelled of honey and baking bread. I inhaled dad’s scrotum into my nose. Soo nice. I brought dad’s large erect penis to my lips. The penis I had dreamed about for so long. Dad’s generous foreskin was concealing his luscious pink cockhead.
I sucked dad’s cock. Dad’s foreskin produced generous amounts of smegma.
After sucking him a while I could feel dad’s secretions coating my mouth. I gently stretched open his foreskin and slid my tongue beneath it and his cockhead. I wanted to slurp up every last bit of dad’s foreskin secretions.
He moaned in ecstasy as my tongue stimulated the nerve ending rich inside of his foreskin. He pulled me up and we kissed. I was getting overwhelmed by the idea of Dad’s cock inside me. I turned around and pushed my but on his cock. He wrapped his arms around me and he rubbed his cock against my crack for a while. I grew impatient as he rubbed me crack. “Please daddy please put it inside me” I moaned. He ran to the bathroom and slathered lube onto his cock. He returned and positioned me so we were face to face and my legs were spread wide and over this broad shoulders. Dad slowly and gently eased his cock into me.
My asshole relaxed and warmly accepted him inside. He kissed me and gently started thrusting. Every thrust produced waves of ecstasy as his large cock massaged my insides and rubbed against my prostate.
Our blissful moment was rudely interrupted by the sound of breaking glass. We looked up to se mom standing there watching us. She looked shaken and pale. She had brought us pie and had dropped the glass plate. She looked at dad. “What, what are you doing with him?” She looked at me. “You. It’s all your fault. You are the one who tempted him. You are the one who seduced him. You are the one who stole him from me”. In a way she was right. I did tempt and seduce him. And I had usurped her role as wife. I was the one who gave him back rubs now. I was the one who massaged dad’s tired feet when he came home from work. And I satisfied him in a way that she never could. Daddies insatiable and irresistible cock was pumping so much of his seed into my bottom that had I been a woman I would have been pregnant with octuplets. I tried pushing dad off but he would not bulge. “How dare you talk to him like that” dad shouted at her. “He may be guilty of stealing my heart but he never stole me from you. You never had me to begin with” “Now get out and don’t come back”. With that she stormed out of the house. I felt sad but I knew it was for the best. She needed to get over dad and needed a clean break. This shattered her unrealistic expectations of getting back with dad. And now dad and I could be alone together without her interference. Dad’s cock had stayed inside me during the entire incident. I looked at dad’s face. “It’s for the best” he said. Now we can be a family.
His “stealing my heart” comment resonated in my head. The memory of mom quickly faded as we got lost in each others googly eyes. Dad kissed me and started thrusting agin.
“I love you” he said.
I felt my body melt. “Oh dad I love you too, I love you so much” . We kissed and he continue thrusting. I moaned as I felt my dad’s cock moving around inside me.
I love to get my nose into some still warm dad boxers. makes me hard to think about it
I know of said it before but its hot wearing your own dads undies. I love to wear my dads undies, just knowing that your cock and balls are in the same place that your own dads cock and balls have been is hot! Sniffing the area where they have been oh hell yea!
Here's a twist to the thread:
I got my grwon-up son's briefs out of his laundry and put them on. Boy was that exciting!
I like to steal my Dads underwear if they have a lot of pee pee stains.
cigar man any more stories i would ride you all day