Home Alone with Dad by parva noctua

Inch by inch his huge cock stretched me. I gripped and bit the pillow tighter as I felt it in every bit of surface area. Finally, I felt his hips touch my ass and he was all the way inside. He stayed there for a few seconds before pulling back out and sliding all the way back in.

“Oh my GOD!” I screamed into the pillow as he started fucking me. Not fast, but not slowly either.

“Oh, good boy,” he groaned as he picked up speed. As he fucked me faster and harder, I started getting used to it and it started feeling better and better.

“Oh my god, Daddy. Fuuuuck,” I moaned into the pillow. He took this as permission to start pounding into me, giving my ass no mercy. He groaned and grunted and moaned and screamed.

Then he leaned down and pressed his body into mine. Grinding into my ass in circles.

“Ooohhh fuck” I moaned. “Daddyyy”

“Yes, Jason… take Daddy’s cock. Oh, you’re such a good boy. Mmm.”

Soon he started fucking me faster again, his thighs slapping against my ass. Then he groaned again in my ear.

“Oh yes, Jason! Take Daddy’s cock! Oh, take Daddy’s cum. Oh yes!” Then I felt a warmth starting to fill my ass as he slowed down, grunting a few more times.

He stayed still for a couple of minutes. I felt his softening inside me before he finally pulled out and got off of me. I turned around to see him pulling his boxers back on.

“See if the guest room is warmer than your room,” he said.

“Um… OK,” I said. I sat up, feeling a bit of his cum leaking out of my ass as I put my underwear back on.

I got out of bed and looked at him as he got back in. Then I left his room, closing the door behind me and made my way to the guest room.

It was warmer than mine. So I climbed in the bed, curled up and went to sleep.

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