I wrote this short story to envision particular fantasies more clearly. Would love to know what you think of it, and if you would like to read more about this particular couples’ journey.
Both humans mentioned in this fictional story are 18+ year old fully consenting adults.
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I had thought of this day for many years – and now, it was finally here. What I mean is, I had dreamt of the day I would get to see the fat, trimmed head of my daddy’s forearm-length cock in person, with my own two eyes. I wanted to see all maybe 10 or more inches of this powerful rod which pushed wave after wave of delicious seed into my mother 21 years ago and sent her into an easy pregnancy resulting in…me.
Anyway, here I was, sitting at my parents’ kitchen table, eating a bowl of lucky charms (but mostly the charms! shhh) and I heard the stairs creak. I turned, prepared to run up and give my father a hug good morning! And beg him to make coffee. But, it seemed, this morning, I didn’t have to beg him to…ehhhehm…*pep up* if you know what I’m saying.