Daddy's Crush

You pick up a folder titled: Daddy's Crush and start reading.

My son was talking to his girlfriend on the phone. That was not unusual. He was going back and forth telling her to hangup and she would say something, then he would say something. I don't know why it entered my mind, but at just that moment I knew I had to go up to him.

I sat down on the floor in front of my son. He kept going, talking and talking. I reached out and slowly unzipped his pants. I wrapped my hands around his delicious cock.

"Dad!" He looked down at me with shock. But he didn't stop me or remove my hand from his dick.

His girlfriend said something. He apologized to her with some excuse and hung up.

He looked down at me and I started cupping his balls, then jerking his shaft. I looked up and he was not angry, or at least didn't seem so. He also wasn't stopping me. So I licked his shaft then shoved the whole thing down my throat.

"What the fuck are you nnnn doing daddy?" he asked.

"Whatever I want baby," I said to him. "I have wanted your dick forever."

He grabbed my head and pushed it down further onto his cock. He said, "Stop it!" and yet he pushed my mouth deeper onto his cock. It was quite hard, and I could tell he enjoyed it as I flicked my tongue over his cock head.

"You don't want me to stop, son," I said. "Because I can feel your cock getting hard and harder." I sped up, intentionally making a gagging sound as I kept going down on him.

He stood up and removed his dick from my mouth. I whined.

"What the fuck? You're my father! I have a girlfriend."

"I don't like her and I'm a better girl," I said, blowing a kiss at him and winking.

"But you're a man," he said.

"That's different than not wanting it, babe," I said. I stood up, and kissed him. I let a little of his own cock's juices roll down his mouth. "We can pretend anything you want. Want me in mommy's clothes?"

"Yes," he said. "I mean no-- I mean, I don't want to fuck you dad."

I looked down at his cock. I giggled and twirled around, arranging it so all he had to do was push forward and his cock would be in my ass. I guided his hands up to my chest.

"Close your eyes and imagine. I can be anyone for you," I said. "And I love your more cuz I'm your father."

I wasn't sure why I was doing this. Even as I was, something in me was trying to stop it. And yet there was a war in my mind: even the part of my mind that didn't want to do this admitted I'd imagined it.