“Hey It’s Ok… Its Ok. Let’s Just Sit Down.”

“Hey it’s ok… its ok. Let’s just sit down.”

Dad settled you back in his lap, gentle, heavy hands running down your thighs, his palms big enough to cover each of them. He sighed quietly, tilting up a little, and you whined as you felt him press even deeper into your cunt.

You’ve been having lap time like this for awhile. Usually he just rubbed you, one thick finger dragging down the front of your shorts, over your little cock and squishing between your folds through the cloth. He’d get you all wet while he rocked up against you, and then he’d hug you close when he slipped a finger inside and his jeans chafed as he humped harder.

But tonight was different.

It started the same, he offered to watch your favorite show with you, and you crawled up on the couch with him in excitement, but then, after the theme song, he said you were going further tonight. He pulled out his cock—his big adult cock that you had only seen close up when you went pee together—and had you rub against that instead. Without your shorts. And with your underwear pulled to the side, too.

He just had you slide along it for a bit, the TV playing in the background, his slow breathing warm in your ear, and you made the little sounds you always did and your toes curled as your little cock ran along the hard, thick, outside of his. You could see the plump veins twitching beneath his skin, and watched as he reached around to stroke his tip a bit, the foreskin pulling down when he thumbed at it.

But then Dad moved you and rubbed against you himself. It was just like his finger, he said, he was going to press in just the same, and he did, but when he started going, it was so much bigger, too much bigger for a kid like you. And you tried to get up. And he stopped you. And he pulled you back down. And now you could feel his fly scraping against your ass and your hole—young and wet and dripping—was stretched too-wide over his too-big cock.

“There we go honey, isn’t that nice.” Dad’s voice was low, so low and heavy as he nosed into your neck and rolled into you that it almost sounded like a growl. “That’s it. That’s it.”

He didn’t rock much, just kept you there. Hands on your sides, moving slightly but mostly just rubbing over your smooth little tummy, pressing on the bulge there and making you squirm.

It did get better after a bit, especially when his hand slid down to run slowly over your kid parts. Smooth and sticky and steady. You whined again, toes flexing where they couldn’t touch the floor, twitching down onto the girth of him as heat slid down to your ankles. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. Dad keened quietly, fingers pressing flat over the little nub of your cock.

Then, all at once, he hissed and went still, and everything inside became warm. You moaned, all quiet, and he panted in your ear, tensing and untensing as his hand pressed hard over your cock, making it light up and tightening your whole body up hot.

You screwed your eyes shut, hands coming up to grip on one of his arms as your hips ground down of their own volition, confused and fuzzy and desperate to feel more of that thick, pumping, warmth inside you.

When you blinked your eyes open again, there was a bigger bulge in your belly, and your skin felt stretched even further. Dad’s hand ran over your tummy again, pushing ever so slightly, and you felt something hot gush out around his cock. He kept playing with your kiddo parts idly, even though you were tired.

“Go to sleep hun,” he murmured, petting your hair. He was still hard inside, you could feel it. He seemed to wait a moment, letting your breath even out, before one of his rough, wet, fingers left your cock to drag down around your entrance, feeling where you were still connected. He tugged at it a bit, breath stuttering, and the touch made your whole brain buzz.

“Rest baby,” he whispered. “Poppa’s got you.”