Sam and Me
I'm not eighteen. I didn't go to college. I don't have a super big cock. I have okay looks. I have a shitty job that pays well. I hate it. I haven't had sex with a female in three months since my mother died. I couldn't find a woman to replace her in every way. She and dad taught me how to fuck and eat a pussy. They taught me to suck a hard cock, swallow cum and take it in the ass. I loved eating her pussy after dad planted a load in her. I made her cum again while doing her. Dad let me clean his cock sometimes after he fucked her.
Dad and I were crushed when she got killed in an auto accident. Sam, my dad, had me sleep in his bed and spray her perfume on my body to help pretend she was next to him sleeping. We both tried to date women, but we never hooked up with one like mom.
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"I guess it's just you and I." Sam said as we ate supper. Three months had gone by since moms passing and no sex.
"You and me, dad? We haven't done anything together since her death." I looked at him and said. "I need some cock. I need to feel a cock in my pussy." I stood up and walked around the table and stood behind his chair and put the palm of my right hand on his nipple and squeezed his tit as I whispered in his ear, "Let me blow you." At fifty years old he still was a good-looking guy. I nice cock of close to seven inches and thick. Best of all he knew how to use it. He always shot a cup full of hot, tasty cum.
"I know, baby boy, but I'm not over her yet."
He stopped my hand from moving to his tummy. "Let me replace her. I love and need you daddy." I kissed the back of his neck and said, "Fuck me like you fucked mommy. I'll be mommy, for you. I know you need to cum. You need me to suck that beautiful cock."
"Not yet," he said. "Give me time to think."
I raised my head and stood straight up and walked to the kitchen sink.
"Okay. But I still need to taste some cock." I grabbed my cock. "I'm going to cruise the park for cock."
Sam looked at me and smiled, "If I were you, I'd go to the adult bookstore tonight after seven."
7 P.M.
I took a shower and dressed in a baggy pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt. No underwear. It was almost seven.
"I'm going out, dad," I said to Sam as he watched the news. "I'm going to get some. I'll be thinking of you as I suck and fuck."
He looked away from the large, tv, screen and said, "Do not bring anyone home with you."
"I won't dad."