The first time I thought I had sex with my dad I was really disgusted and I felt bad. Years later I would have discovered that everything in life depends on our circumstances.

Dad lost his wife a few years ago, and he made himself a lonely man. He lost all hope in humanity and himself and severely depressed for a long time. I felt so sorry for him and tried to talk to him and spend time with him to help lighten his pain and suffering, but it didn’t help.

One night, I was at my dad’s house talking to him at dinner. We had a drink and we were talking about relationships. He told me how much his wife was missing, but sometimes everything he thought was sex with her. My father and I had always been open to each other, so this conversation was not out of the ordinary. But, she started walking to fall asleep and “sometimes I think I just need sex.” While standing there on the couch in his sweat with his glass of inclined wine almost overthrowing, I felt a sense of piety and duty. After all, this asleep had always been there with anything I needed help in life. I owe him something he needed.

I didn’t get used to it, feeling a little ihibited by wine, but I decided to do something for my father. I just got up, walked through the room, secured his glass of wine (I actually finished his glass) and sat next to him on the couch. What happened next happened.

I could see the hic penis profile in his sweats. Always so gently I took my hand and I slightly followed the profile of it with my fingers. When I rounded my head, the whole thing trembled a little bit and started to get tough. I sailed around my dad penis sometimes pausing his balls every time to caress them lightly. It didn’t take much for his penis to get really hard and really big under his sweat. Dad didn’t get upset by his sleep.

I knew she didn’t wear underwear, but she surprised me a little bit when I stuck her sweat life under her contour that her penis jumped straight. Sounded good. My father had a very nice penis. It was long and straight, not too dense, and very rigid. I just fixed it for a minute or two until I noticed the erection started south. Then I began instinctively to caress him to the attention. While I was playing and destroying my father’s penis, I couldn’t help but admire it. I was so focused on it intentionally staring at that I didn’t even think about it, but just started kissing my dad’s beautiful fucking head.

At first I gave soft kisses, but when I started feeling excited, I started to kiss my father’s dick allowing my tongue to bang my saliva on all his head. Still not stirring, but with me no more concerned, I started making love for my fucking dads with my mouth. I kissed him and licked him, rubbed my wet lips up and down the tree and finally opened my mouth and started fucking. I think this is what might be considered the last shot as I pretended my mouth was my pussy and I fucked my dad dicks with it pushing deeper and faster on his cock. I was also gyrating my head as if it were my hips getting more and more excited.

He didn’t even get upset yet. I continued to violently fuck his dick with my mouth, but he was so faint that he didn’t even know. Maybe it was better. I kept sucking him and fucking his dick with my mouth and all I thought was how much I wanted him to come inside me. Very shortly I heard the quiver of a loaded ready to download and slow my mouth fuck, stll going all the way down my dad tree and up to the head, never leaving his nice dick leave my cuntmouth desire. And then, I felt the unmistakable feeling of hot come squirting in my desirable mouth. My father was coming in and I swallowed shot after shooting his huge load like he was sucked in my pussy. I imagined it entering my pussy and that thought made me go beyond the edge given me the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had. I got cut off for a few minutes, still fucking my dad spent the dick until we were both.

I spent the next few minutes with my head at his horse licking and kissing his wonderful cock, slowly being distance from my orgasm with my father, loving his dick gently and genuinely. In the end, I said to his dick “until we meet again” while I slid my dad sweat up, fell off the couch, gave my father a kiss on the cheek and drove home to my boy. I had a smile of satisfaction on my face all the way home. A real sense of acocklishment.