Woke up this morning with Tom tonguing my arsehole. It felt as it has done these past ten weeks, absolutely amazing.

When we were placed in lockdown I knew he'd suffer, as his sex drive is immense.

A few days in, I offered him a blow job. He declined at first, but visited my room later on naked and erect.

It was just a blow job either, although I did kiss, lick and suck away on that beautiful dick of his for a long long time. Once he'd made his mind up, talking to me the whole time I was giving him head, he fucked me doggy as I knelt over the end of my bed.

He kept on telling me I was his. That from then on I should now see myself as only his. But then I already did, even though I'd been fucked by lots of older men by then.

I was his first, his first gay experience and we've not looked back. Every day since, at least once a day I've taken his cock into my mouth and arsehole.

Dads way of looking at it, is I'm now his wife. I dress up accordingly and put on make up for him. And my father fucks me as I used to hear him fucking my mum.

When I'd cum all over his stomach this morning, after riding his dick as he thrust upwards, he had me lick it off. For the first time we kissed.

And that's why I'm confessing. The kiss has sealed everything for me. Now I know it's not only sex. My father loves me not just as his son, but also his lover and wife.

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