Growing up, I´ve always had a very close bond with my father and received lots of hugs and kisses. I loved him with all my heart, and that hadn´t changed in any way, even though I've gotten older. I´ve always snuggled close to him when we sat together watching TV and being in his warm and reassuring company. I´ve done that for as long as I can remember. Now that I was eighteen, it was unfortunately not acceptable to be cl...

I placed my lips on Dad's hairy skin by his chest, kissing my way to his one brown-pigmented nipple. The taste was slightly salty due to the thin morning sweat covering the skin. I boxed the nipple with my wet tongue and quickly headed for the other while my hand fumbled around the outside of the silky boxer shorts simultaneously. Dad moaned softly, writhing in lust at my physical love. I backed down toward his long body...

Almost two weeks had passed. Everything had changed since the day I'd lain with Dad and watched John Wick on the living room couch, where we had the naughty and nerve-wracking hot moment with each other. Since that day, we hadn´t lain beside each other while watching television in the living room as a family. I don´t know why. But Dad had intentionally lain down, so I couldn't snuggle up to him. In addition, there had als...