My dad was drunk and on his pills while watching p*** on the living room tv.. It’s just us two boys but every now and then he get’s so drunk he has zero care of who is around him when he gets hard- he has to j*******. Everyone calls him a show off but I think he’s addicted to it. I was walking to the kitchen from my room and he called me to come and check out the girls t***. I walked in the living room and looked at them. “Nice” i said smiling at him while he still stroked his d*** kinda slow. I felt weird so i started to walk off when he said “hey son, come hang out with daddy. we don’t ever bond.” He said as he kept stroking his d***. I was confused and felt something was off but I sat down and went along with it. Daddy put his arm around me and pulled me next to him on the couch in front of the massive tv blasting p***. He held me in under his right arm kinda tight like a one armed hug with his hand sprawled across my chest. His hand was massive compared to my chest. He had pressure on my chest as if to let me know he wasn’t ready for me to move yet. He kept stroking his d*** and began going faster as he squeezed his arm around my neck harder. He asked me if I was daddy’s boy and i said “yeah” and he told me to say it. “I’m.. daddys boy” i said as he jerked and now you could see he was pre c****** so much his d*** was covered in it. The sound of it smacking as he jerked echoed in the house. He moaned a little and held me tight still. “Say youre daddys boy again.” “I’m daddys boy.” I said as he moaned again. He picked me up with his one arm and put me on top of his lap, where his d*** stood straight up between my legs almost past my bellybutton as he squeezed my legs together around his d*** as i sat right above it, and he said “daddys just gonna use your legs son.” And he closed his eyes looking like he was nearly blacked out drunk swaying and mumbling. He thrusted into my legs and his d*** hardened even more and grew bigger between my legs and his hands engulfed my thighs on left and right pushing them together for his d*** to have something tight to f u c k. His d*** was massive compared to me. I remember it being so big when I was 10 that when he made me s*** it when he was drunk my lips were swollen for two days. Daddy says he doesnt remember any of this when he wakes up and gets mad and says “No i didnt! Shut up kid!”
