CAMPING WITH MY FATHER - Sex Stories

CAMPING WITH MY FATHER

... tossed them over by my panties, then laid up against my back.... his now soft member nudged up against my ass, as he reached around from behind to gently fondle my boobs, while we both drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up in the same position, with my father’s hand resting on my tit, and his morning wood lodged up against my lower back. I smiled, and turned over to face him in the sleeping bag, and realized he was still asleep. I reached between us, found his engorged penis with my hand, then laid my head on his chest and gently stroked his rigid morning stiffy under the sleeping bag cover.

Eventually he began to stir and, after a few yawns and stretches, he slowly opened his bleary eyes and said, “Mmmm... ‘morning, pumpkin.”

As he woke up, I gradually increased my hand motion, tugging on his morning wood a little more eagerly. He started rocking his hips into my kneading palm, moaning his pleasure and mumbling, “Aaaahhh.... that feels good, sweetie.... hmmmmm.... yeah, keep going.... just like that.... hmmmmm....”

He laid flat on his back.... his eyes closed and his hands clasped behind his head.... and with a euphoric smile on his face, relished my early morning handjob.

I pushed the sleeping bag down to his knees, so my hand was uncovered, and happily continued jerking my father’s stiff erection. After a few more strokes, he let out a grunt, shoved his hips into my pumping fist, and blasted several streams of hot, creamy splooge onto his belly, ...

... and all over the fingers of my stroking hand.

“Oh yeah.... yeah.... shit, I’m gonna cum, Mel.... ah.... ah.... aaaaaahhhhhh.... yeeeaaahhhhh.... aaaaaahhhhhh.... yes.... hmmmmm.... my God, that feels great.... hmmmmm....”

I giggled as I watched semen erupt from the tip of my father’s thick hard-on, then splash onto his belly and ooze all over the palm of my pumping fist. I gradually slowed down my stroking hand, as he moaned and mumbled about how good it felt. I continued to gently slide my fingers up and down his slick, glistening pole.... being careful to avoid the oversensitive tip of his cock.... as he enjoyed the throes of the day’s first climax.

As he remained lying on his back, with his eyes closed and his hands behind his head, I grabbed a towel and wiped off his splattered stomach and my dripping fingers. Then I bent over, and sucked the head of his softening penis into my mouth to finish cleaning it off.

I laid my head back on his chest, and we stayed like this for a while.... my hand gently fondling his now flaccid dick.... as we both finished waking up to the first day of the greatest camping trip.... ever.

It was a gorgeous, summer morning in southeast Arkansas. Like most summer mornings in that part of the country, it warmed up very quickly.... and by the time we were ready to start the day, it was already hot enough to go skinny dipping in the river to clean up.

Over the years, my father and I had discovered several really great camping spots, ...