jakespot4: It was like Dad was trying to get me to look at him. The things he was wearing around me
jakespot4: It was like Dad was trying to get me to look at him. The things he was wearing around me were far more revealing than they should be. I could make out his dick and everything.“You want to get up? We can go get some breakfast?” He asked standing there.I just stared at him, I couldn’t help myself. He knew I was looking but didn’t stop me, or move. I felt my dick harden in my boxers. “See something you like?” Dad asked point blank.“I don’t know,” I replied, I kept looking. “It’s okay. You can look,” Dad said and clearly was getting harder.It was surreal seeing him like this, he was always so reserved and conservative when him and Mom were together. Maybe he was just frustrated, needed attention.“Are you getting hard?” He asked like it was normal to ask. “I am,” he added. “I can see that. Yeah, I’m getting hard,” I admitted to him.I wasn’t exactly shy about being sexual. It may have been strange because he was my dad but I really don’t care. I fished out my dick and showed him, it’s stuck out of the fly of my underwear. He had a proud smile on his face as he pulled down his sweats and freed his dick. “This could work for breakfast,” I told him and gave him a devilish grin. He walked over to the side of my bed and I wasted no time getting my lips around it. I wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass. I was going to suck my dad’s dick dry. -- source link