Sleeping Dad - GETTING CLOSER TO DADDY - Tape 2

Sleeping Dad | GETTING CLOSER TO DADDY | Tape 2

getting closer to daddy Tape 2 Sleeping Dad

Mr Dixon and his son Danny Dixon

I’ve never been very close to my dad. Not because of any fault of his or anything. We just didn’t really have much to say to one another. Even when I got my first couple tattoos, something I know he is quite fond of, we barely spoke about it.

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I think he doesn’t want to seem like he’s hovering over me or anything. But I always wished we were closer. And it’s a little strange, I know, but ever since he caught me in my room, things have been better.

For one thing, it’s like we have a shared secret. Something that’s just between the two of us. Whenever I come home, I can tell his face lights up and he’s excited to see me. He must know I’m excited to see him because my pants instantly get tighter in the groin! Despite this, though, we haven’t really done anything since.

My hole was sore for a while after and he would occasionally check in with me to make sure I was okay with what happened. He would even gently and awkwardly ask if my butt was okay. I would blush and try to tell him I was fine, but I could tell he was nervous.

I was a little awkward, too, not really knowing what to do next. I wanted more of him but I didn’t really feel comfortable just coming out and saying it. Everything was complicated and simple pats on the back or hugs seemed charged with anticipation. Was this the moment we’d be together again? Was this a sign? An invitation? Starting from barely talking to now having taken his cock inside me was messing with my head.

One night when I was getting ready for bed, I saw him sprawled out on the couch, legs spread in one of his colorful boxer shorts and his white tank top. It was a sight I’d seen many times in my life, but now in the dim-blue glow of the TV, he became something more than just my tired dad.

His arms looked big and strong, reminding me of how he wrapped them around me when we made love. His furry legs caught the light, seeming to make him glow. And between his thighs, I could make out the massive bulge of his manhood, hanging heavy and loose.

Normally I would either try to wake him up or put a blanket on him, but I found myself in the unique position of being able to sneak a closer look at him. I carefully made my way to him, trying to avoid all the creaky spots on the floor before I got to the couch. From there, I got a face full of his socked foot.

Something about the way his socks smelled always got me excited. I never really thought about it as a sexual thing before, more of something like a comfort. It was the smell of my daddy, and I liked it. And having it fresh on his foot was something I’d never really had the chance to experience. The gentle, fragrant scent filled my nostrils as I quietly inhaled, keeping an eye on him in case his eyes should open.

I knew I should walk away, but the moment was calling me to go further. I wrestled with it, but my curiosity and horniness got the better of me.

I moved down his body, trying not to disturb him as I traveled toward his groin. Before I was even in reach of his concealed shaft, I could smell the powerful musk of his balls. They were sweaty and woody, almost like he’d been out hiking or chopping pine trees. It was just like how it was when I first got my mouth on him before. My head began to spin thinking about how much I loved that scent, what it meant to be so close to it, and what it was like to taste him before…

At that point I knew I was all in. I couldn’t go back now. I got a slight hint of the strong scent of his armpits. The long, dense hairs seemed to diffuse them out. I held my breath and moved closer up. I was practically on top of him as I brought my face into his open pit. His arm hung over his head and the deep well of fur was on full display. My eyes kept eyeing over to his, looking for a sign that he was awake, but becoming distracted and fixated on my destination.

When I was inches away from the source, I allowed myself to breathe in. It was intoxicating. I took another deep breath and felt like I was going to fall over. I didn’t know how long I planned to stay there, but taking in all the beautiful fragrances of my old man was something new and exciting that I didn’t want to stop.

At one point I thought I saw him move, and I froze in place, but seeing him lay still, I held my breath and just waited for something to happen. I felt my hands and neck get sweaty, fearing I’d be caught. I took one more deep breath and was about to pull back when I heard the faint whisper, “keep going…”

I couldn’t believe it! He was awake! Had he been this whole time? Was this a trick? A trap? I didn’t know what more I could do except follow his words and “keep going.”

I took another deep breath of his pit, though this time, he seemed to arch his chest closer to me, practically placing my entire face in the hollow of his torso. Then, slowly and gently, I felt him place a hand on the back of my head, holding me in place as I inhaled his scent.

To say this was just simply exciting doesn’t do it justice. I was rock hard in my underwear as my old man let me explore his body. Even though it was dark, the light of the TV was enough to see him smile back at me when I looked up at him, giving me the okay to enjoy myself. This was the moment I was waiting for. The moment where we could do again what we’d done upstairs in my bedroom!

I looked down at his shorts and I could see his intense, powerful babymaker practically breaking through his shorts. And I’d done it! I was the reason my dad was so turned on. And he was the reason for me.

All I could think about was getting him inside me again, feeling his throbbing member stretch out my hole and fill me up with his thick cock. And now, I know if I want it, I just need to go for it!

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