I made little plans on how to get closer to him. I made excuses to be close to daddy whenever I could. That night I played with myself for the first time.Īfter that day I was obsessed with daddy’s cock. My heart did a flip! Some instinct in my being recognized a cock as a good and special thing, my privates got warm and wet, my mouth got dry while still feeling like I was drooling over that amazing part of daddy. My eyes were glued to his crotch, admiring the long red shaft and purplish head, he had a raging hard-won going. I was obsessed! I think its because of a certain time when my mother and father were taking a shower together and because my mom got out of the shower before my dad, I was able to see him nude in the open shower door. I always made excuses to be near or to be touching his genitals, like if we were standing in line I would stand in front of my father and lean back against him so I could feel his stuff pressed between my shoulder blades. He would walk around the house in boxer briefs and I could almost always catch a glimpse of the outline of his stuff. I’ve always been fascinated by my father’s package. I’ve always been sexually aware, my first encounter was at a very young age.
