Page 34 of Don't Let Your Mind Go There

He wrapped his hand around his cock, rubbing it slowly while his eyes took in the sight in front of him. “Sure you’re ready for this?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m ready,” I assured him. “I want to taste it.”

His jaw clenched, and his grip around his cock tightened. “Good. Keep that mouth open wide.”

“Do I have to swallow?”

My question surprised him. “If you want to.”

I would decide that once I tasted his piss for the first time.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

I tilted my head back more and opened my mouth again. Dad stepped closer, and with the tip of his cock aiming at my mouth, he emptied his bladder right onto my tongue.

I wasn’t sure what to think at first. The taste wasn’t one I necessarily liked, but having it be Dad’s piss, and seeing how much he was enjoying this, the taste became secondary.

“Pretty girl. So fucking perfect.” He kept praising me until no more piss came out of his penis.

I didn’t want to swallow, but reflexively, a few drops ended up down my throat. There was a puddle of pee in my mouth, while the rest kept running down the sides of my chin and onto my tits.

Dad took one more step toward me, and with one hand cupping the back of my head, and the other wrapped around his semi-hard shaft, he pushed it inside my mouth, making more of his piss flow down my body.

I put my lips around his cock and sucked on it slowly before he pulled back again, and with a satisfied grunt, he squatted down to be on eye-level with me. Pinching my chin between his finger and thumb, he pulled me closer and kissed me.

The thought of him tasting his own piss was yet another thing that excited me. I liked how little he cared about these things. Things that most people would find disgusting and even degrading.

But to me, everything we did was out of love.

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After spending a couple of hours in the shower, Dad washed my body and hair. His hands were gentle, and he made sure to massage my shoulders and scalp until I felt good again.

After he showered himself, he wrapped us both in towels, drying us off and putting our pajamas back on. He put the toilet lid down and made me sit on it so he could blow dry my hair. It didn’t take too long, and afterward, he took me to the living room where he made me lie down on the couch.

“Will you lie with me?” I grabbed his hand to keep him there.

“I’ll be right with you, baby. I’ll make us tea.”

I smiled and nodded, squeezing his hand gently. “Okay.”

He smiled back before letting go off my hand and heading to the kitchen.

There wasn’t a TV in this cabin, but we had managed to go two weeks without one. Still, in moments like these, I wished there was a TV in this cabin.

The fireplace was the only thing I could watch, but it wasn’t on.

“Can we make a fire?” I asked.

“Sure.” He came back into the living room, and I watched him put wood into the fireplace to make the fire. It took him a moment, but once it was lit, he went into the kitchen again.

He was back shortly and put two cups with steaming hot tea onto the coffee table. “Let it cool down first.”

“Okay.”

I watched him take a deep breath before he came to sit on the couch next to me. I lifted my head and rested it on his lap, and I turned onto my back to look up at him.

We looked at each other, and he brushed back my hair, keeping it out of my face. He was lost in his thoughts, and I wondered what he was thinking about. I had some things on my mind myself, but I wasn’t sure if I could talk to him about them.

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