.I knew we only had a couple of hours but I didn't want to rush our first time..I lay you back and lay next to you...All the while my lips and tongue ...ere glued to yours...I licked your lips with the tip of my tongue..then thrust it deep into your mouth were your tongue met it...I loved the feel of your tongue wrestling with mine...soft and lively it was...My hands were caressing your entire body, careful to only touch the sides to your thighs and arms..You had a light cotton dress on...When my. My panties were soaking wet, my pussy afire with desire as my tongue and mouth worked on his throbbing and enlarged cock. My right hand held his cock in my mouth, and I started to stroke it. First slowly but then as my father's hip thrusting increased, I knew that he was close to ejaculating. I increased the speed of stoking and was helping my father fuck my mouth! Suddenly, and with no warning, his hips lurched upwards, his mouth let out a loud groan and I felt his hot juices pump into my. A couple of Christmases later. By that time, I was in my mid-teens, and it had been a couple years since I had seen my father, I was at that point in life when things you never knew about began to come to light. I’m sure everyone has one of those times. You discover your parents are into BDSM, or that your father can only get off if he’s being ass fucked by your mother. You know what I mean, weird shit you didn’t really want to know about, but learned anyway. Dad … well, I’m sure everyone have. As if the sickening pain in his chest weren’t enough, the speaker’s fist connected with his temple. His vision spun and his ears rang.“Nice shot, Alecto!” One of the drunkards behind the speaker called.“Well don’t just stand there, grab him!”Two pairs of arms were around him surprisingly quickly, hulling him up to his knees. He nearly screamed as his chest protested against the adjustment.“That a boy, on your knees where you belong.” Alecto snarled, unbuttoning his pants.One of the men holding.