Description: Sometimes I feel like no matter how much cock I get, and no matter how hard I get it, it still never feels like enough. I was always wet and ready to go! But I’m young and horny, what can I say? One afternoon I was scoping out the apps, which on the one hand always (eventually) netted me a jackpot, but on the other, took a lot of work and time to actually find said jackpot. I was in the kitchen, on my phone, exchanging some pics with some guy when my Dad walked in. He came and stood over me to see what I was looking at. I had absolutely nothing to hide from him at this point. Mr. Richards… my dad, you see, he’s one of those cockwielders I’ve been getting on the regular. Even though I knew I didn’t have to hide my sex-capades from him, time had taught me that my Dad had something of a protective-and-jealous side to him. I don’t think he wants to keep me all to himself per se—I even think he would love to be in the room while he watched someone rail me, or even be the one doing the railing in front of someone else—but I think he did often fear that maybe I would lose interest or get bored in him. Couple that with his natural fatherly instincts and yeah, let’s just say he had a hard time hiding that side of him whenever I was being out in the open with stuff like this. It’s interesting though, that a totally handsome DILF like my Dad had the same insecurities as anyone else. I just would’ve never guessed. Back in the kitchen. Dad stood over my shoulder, watching both my screen and then me and then back and forth for more than a few moments. He made some small talk about the whole thing, trying to play it cool. But before things got too awkward, he just came out and asked me if I’d rather just go up to his bedroom and he could give me what I was looking for. Took him long enough, but he should know by now that he could have me anywhere, everywhere, however he would like. It took a mere minute or two for us to zoom up in his room. It was a blur of movement—we were barely in there before his pants were sliding down past his knees and his long, thick knob was sliding down my throat. I always loved showing him my skills, which he would confirm by moaning while my head bobbed up and down, working my mouth over his meat with precision. Every time we would play, there would come a moment when suddenly I remembered I had my Dad’s cock in my mouth, and that thought alone could honestly soak my jeans. Soon enough, those jeans had to come off too though, and Dad asked me to swing myself around and sit on his face while I got back to work on swallowing his sword. The thought would get me wet again, except this time, the realization was that my hunky Dad had his tongue inside me, and boy did he know how to use it. His form and method was made all the better by being equal parts ravenous and tender. He was eating his trans son's bonus hole out, after all. Dad had me get on all fours and pulled a dildo out. He stuck it in and out of me as he jerked me off, his own cock stiff and rigid the entire time. It wasn’t long though before he had to get his own real meat back inside me. Now I was perfectly opened up and wetter than ever, making that slide inside even easier. My hole swallowed his cock and I turned my head to watch him slide in and out of me. It was hot seeing all his muscles flex with each thrust. He laid me down on my side and spooned me, sliding back inside and thrusting harder and deeper into me as his fingers rubbed my T-dick. I couldn’t hold back anymore—looking right at him, us breathing into each other’s mouths as he kept pumping in and out of me, I came and my whole body vibrated as he kept up the pace. After the haze of orgasm wore off he got on my back and slid into me once more. He was great at using his tongue, but knew how to use his stiff rod even better. I could tell he was trying to hold back his own nut as much as possible, but it was getting harder and harder for him to control as he picked up the pace. He began moaning loudly and as his balls tightened up, he pulled his cock out of me and sprayed my belly with all his cum. Do I really need the apps? Maybe, maybe not. But either way, it’s good to know I have a consistent backup plan right here at home.