My father and I

My Father and I I'm going to tell you a story -- not just any story, but my own. Or rather: the story of my family. I am twenty-three years old and have an older sister who is slightly younger than 21. A little over two years ago we attended swing houses encouraged by our parents; however improbable it may seem, don't be surprised because after reading what I'll tell you now, you will know how things happened and in addition to enjoying good moments of pleasure, you'll believe that sex without taboos can be an additive element for joy and security. My family has always been an ordinary one (at least I thought so) and nothing happened that differentiated us from the families of our friends and acquaintances. My father is a company administrator, and my mother is a university professor. Today he's forty-four years old and she's 41. In our house there was always a respectful relationship between us; my parents cared about our education and gave us everything they had to give. Until one day, the year I turned sixteen, an accident precipitated a sequence of events that revealed to us unimaginable pleasures life had hitherto concealed from us. My father was run over after lunch while crossing Avenida Paulista in São Paulo. Nothing very serious. The inconvenient is that he broke his arm and had surgery to implant platinum pins. His arm became immobilized and our routine at home changed because we had to do practically everything for him (not counting that much of his immobility was manual but we all followed his wishes). My mother bathed him when he was at home, but on Fridays she would go down the mountain very early to teach in a college in Santos and only come back Saturday for lunch. And that's where it all started. On one of those Friday afternoons I went to take my father bath. He waited for me standing up in his booth with suspenders and immobilized right arm wrapped by plastic bag. He picked up the soap and asked me to wash it. And that's what I did: my nervous hands passed over his body and realized, then, that it gave me pleasure to feel his muscles and his hair. I put the soaps on his back, thighs, chest and when passing a little below the navel he sighed. "What is it, father?" -I said.-"All thinking about your mother bathing me; you are almost like her, very good". He stirred, but said nothing. For a few seconds I played with his hair between my fingers. The indecision took over me: what to do? To continue? How far would he and I have the courage to go? Seemingly feeling my hesitation he said in a purring voice: "That's it, boy! Continue!" I swiftly passed my hand into his pocket, as if it were just an unintentional bump, and slid both hands down his hips, bringing them up to his buttocks. And soaped through. He put his good arm against the wall and stood like this, leaning back with legs apart; he whimpered low while I smoothed his ass. And moved sideways, forward and backward, but in a very discreet and seductive way. There was no resistance: if I had forced, surely two or three fingers would have passed through the ring without effort. With movements his sunga had descended a little bit but not enough to expose its pinto nor its butt. I was already at the height. My dick wasn't hard but I felt that any moment it could complain about the pressure my jeans exercised on him. My mouth was dry and, as if unintentionally, I pushed it against my father's back. My hand remained in its groove smoothing his ass. With the other hand I released his cock from the sling and began a punch to him who moaned into my hands and fingers. He didn't say anything, just agitated himself. My lips and tongue walked across his back. My fingers were still playing in the entrance of my old man's ass, but the position didn't make it easy to introduce him. Even so, there were three fingers that went in and out at least two centimetres. "Almost like your mother"... he sighed, "but very good!" We stayed this way for a few more minutes and he started laughing. And said: "Put your hand here, feel how fucking your mother sucks on my dick. This is what fucked you up". And I start spitting into my hand. Along his back as if I was licking his stick. I could feel the gooey fucking coming out of his pussy in waves that seemed to have no end, and when his dick started getting soft... Outside the box, I leaned against the sink and put my dick out in a gentle back-and-forth motion. It was the fastest punch of my life. When I opened my eyes, I noticed my father accompanying my enjoyment. He stared at my cock and his fucking exploding mirror right before me over the basin. I could have put my dick in my father's thigh and enjoyed it. lf he sucked my cock, I would even like to suck his... he enjoys on the mouth of my mother ... He might as well give me a hand job instead of staring at him ... I was madly horny, ready for anything crazy and dying to get back into the bathroom of his suite. And that's what I did. When I walked in, my naked dad stood up trying to wipe himself off with just one hand. If I hadn't been so excited, he would have found it funny. He saw me and felt a smile on his lips. I didn't resist. And he said in my ear as his hand grabbed my pin and punched me: <unk>Let me suck your tongue...<unk> I showed my half-open mouth and waited for his lips to press on mine. His tongue advanced inside of my mouth, curling up into my tip. His hand was squeezing my pin. Not knowing what to do, I caught his ass and tried to reach his neck. His lips were compressing mine and I almost suffocated. He walked away and saw his appetizing tongue waiting for me to wrap it with my mouth. My finger was already in his anus and my tongue plunged deeply, almost violently into my father's mouth. We both moaned and gasped... "Come on!" he said, and we walked up to the bed. He turned on the lights and pushed me gently. I fell down lying there. He came closer and dropped with his mouth onto my penis. He gave little bites and passed his tongue over all of my glans while his hand was beating a soft punch. He moved nearer to me and began interspersing sucking at my dick and kissing in my mouth. He spit on my dick's head and started sucking it gently again. As he leaned over, his ass was a few inches away from my face. I pulled his buttocks apart and admired him "The one who taught me how to suck cock is your mother!" he said during one of the breaks. I grabbed his penis and shoved it into my mouth. I had never sucked a man before; I didn't have any clue what having an arsehole drooling in my mouth would be like...but so what? I suckled, licked and mumbled...the one in front of me...I separated the buttocks and it seemed to open up for me...i inserted a finger and my father groaned. My cock was deep down his throat. My finger slid into his ass. The position was kind of awkward but the dick in my mouth was great. My dad would move his hips as if he were putting on a kiss, almost suffocating me when it reached the bottom of my throat, meanwhile i didn't think about stopping. With the mobility that his operated and bound arm allowed, my old man got up and took a condom out of the drawer and put it in my pocket. He slowly climbed up and positioned himself to sit down and carry the stick on my ass. The idea of eating my father's butt left my dick sore with erection. Looking at me, he went downhill and I was going into him happily. My penis slipped smoothly inside him. "This is the first time I feel a real fuckin 'ass... delightful"... she would say as she moved back and forth, tucking my cock tastefully into her arse. <unk> Those toys of your mother broke the branch, but yours has no equal... that, my boy, entangles me, stuffs everything ... we'll stay like this all night long... I could not stand it anymore. He went up and down, rolling gently. <unk> The toys ... never again, only when there is no other way. That, my son, fucks me, goes deep... <unk> When he descended, his bag hit on my thighs and at that moment, then , he stopped with the pinched act in the tail and then rolled around making my stick rotate inside him. He controlled the movements and I was about to joke. His erect dick was pounding on my belly as Dad sat eagerly. I grabbed it and started punching him. Moans and sighs mingled with obscene words and the noises of our bodies in motion as my dick went in and out of his ass. And he mocked me. His cock sneezed in jets from its pints falling onto my chest and my face. He got off my stick, pulled out a condom and shoved it all into his mouth. It was enough for me to make fun of and he sucked my fuck greedily. Drenched everything and came licking at the very cock that had spit upon my breast. And kissed me. I felt his tongue dribble our punches down my throat, he almost choked me... it was a crazy long kiss, licked and splattered on my mouth and face. I don't know how long it took me to fall asleep, but I woke up with my father cowering over me. Lying behind me, leaning on his good arm, he was crawling into my thighs while kissing my neck and shoulders and saying things in my ear: "My hot breast... what soft skin you have, my white one... ah... this bundle of virgin waiting for my pussy... will eat you, my sweet, affectionately"... I'm going to fuck you like your mother's ass...wake up, my little whore ...<unk> Those words were reflected quickly in my butt that started blinking while I even unintentionally began rolling gently rubbing myself on it...I was lying sideways and looking for a position that would help him get into my virgin arse. I had never given the tail but had seen some movies and imagined at that time he would have some difficulty with his hand covering my ass by stretching out as much as possible. The old freak had already smeared cream on my ring and was wearing condoms... son of a bitch, if I didn't wake up he would have eaten me in my sleep! Without waiting, he inserted the head. It hurt and I saw stars. Slowly it went in...in....In along with pain I felt pleasure to please him. I wanted from that day onwards we would eat each other, if you suck, one was another's booze, whore ...and he kept shoving his huge cock into my ass. Seemed like a mile of dicks took an eternity to pull me up. So he stood still and kissed me. Too bad his right hand could not caress my pintoons... The pain had passed and the tip of his stick was at the bottom of mine. I began to relax and asked <unk>fuck me, father, eat my ass the way that I ate you... call me your little traveler but he eats me ... thinks I'm his mother and eats... He started coming out slowly... What a delight, this chest comes out, my butt thanked him and I sighed. But it came back in again, this time a bit faster and, it seemed to me, deeper... and I groaned swallowing that stick. And the movements would repeat: enters exits exit enters para entra entra entraentraentraentraestraestraestraestaestaesta.... He stayed inside me, still for a long time hard sometimes with some spasms and he would kiss me and say that he wanted to eat me always... Okay friends this is the beginning of the story I want to tell you.