THE RICHARDS FAMILY Sex Tape four - Coming Home Late
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Asher Richards
Mr. Richards
ftm
Fingering
Barebacking
Begging
Massive
Desire
dark
Spanking
Ass
fingers
legs
Dad
naturally
men
mercy
Leather
Fantasy
finger
Wet
Pump
Riding
Missionary
sexy
milk
cock
Belly
Fucking
Big Dick
Brunette
Deep Throat
Bareback
Muscle
twinks
bareback
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blow jobs
brunette
deep throat
fingering
fucking
muscle
first time
one night
from behind
eye contact
coming home
big hands
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tape
home
son
massive
sexual
desire
boy
one
father
night
alone
dark
help
talking
lap
spanking
bare
ass
wanted
slide
legs
back
head
dad
pants
sitting
open
surprised
see
weird
very
second
eye
men
bad
having
think
really
get
house
love
touch
kiss
mouth
rest
tongue
mercy
leather
fantasy
turning
perky
cheeks
red
big
face
always
forbidden
last
finger
wet
hole
slit
stairs
right
riding
missionary
favorite
sexy
milk
load
cock
little
belly
punished
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Duration: 8:27
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Saying that my son Asher and I have developed an unorthodox relationship would be a large understatement. Ever since we began to explore a erotic relationship, the line between it and my fatherly duties and responsibilities had become murky, particularly as my carnal desire for the boy became stronger and stronger. That's not to say that both of those sides can't coexist within me. But 1 certainly would hope that as a father, my paternal instincts would overpower my lust. 1 night, I realized it was well past Asher's curfew. I sat alone inside the dark, semi-frustrated, yet also appreciating the solitude. I couldn't help but fantasize about giving him a stern talking to that seamlessly led inside laying him over my lap and spanking his bare butt. I wanted to let my finger fucked 'accidentally' slide inside between his legs and linger longer than they should. I went back and forth inside my bj with this. Do I put on my 'dad leggings' and gives him an actual lecture? No spanking? Would he or would he not be turned on by it? How would I even discipline him if he enjoyed the discipline?I don't know how long I had been sitting there, but suddenly I heard the door open. As the lights flicked on, Asher came inside. He was surprised to watch me up, and naturally asked what I was doing sitting there into the dark like a weirdo. I was being weird, wasn't I? Weirder even, the very second we made eye contact, I became completely disarmed. Instead of a stern talking to, I instead started rambling about being worried about 'other guys' and what they would do with him. Which was mostly a lie, mostly. I am, into fact, worried about bad guys coming inside contact with my FTM son, but I'd be lying if I hadn't thought about other guys having their way with him for me to view. Worse though, I think Asher knew he wasn't ever really going to got inside trouble not abiding by house rules. All he had to do was say 'I love you, Dad' as he came inside for an embrace, and any memory of punishing him vanished. His brush led inside a kiss which sent my bj spinning. Before I knew it, my leggings had been unbuttoned and unzipped and I completely melted as I watched my cockhead pop in my boy's mouth and rest on his tongue. He looked up at me as his fellatio bobbed up and down. He let his tongue slide the length of my shaft, knowing I was completely at his mercy. He let me help him gotten undressed and I had him got on all-fours on the leather ottoman. The spanking fantasy rushed back inside my blowjob. But instead of turning those perky cheeks red with my gigantic hands, I dove into face first to taste him. Every time I plunged inside him it felt like the first time, yet always as forbidden and flavorful as the last. I let my gigantic middle finger dip in his warm, leaking hole as I let my tongue glide up and down his slit. It wasn't long before I had him stand up against the railing of our stairs and I slid right up inside him from behind. He was so warm, so inviting. He craned his fellatio back as he cooed and moaned as I began to pump into and out of him, letting me kiss him as I did. Whether it was this position, or him rides me, or missionary-my personal favorite-my son looked Beauty into all of them. If there's anything I could guarantee at this juncture inside our relationship, it's that he'd always be ready to help me milk a load out of my penis with very little work. I shot all over his belly, realizing that it was I, perhaps, that needed to be punished. I was going to have to work at regaining my role as a serious parental figure... 1 that wasn't absolutely spellbound by my boy's bonus hole.
