Daddy Milk

From my earliest memory as a young boy, the site of a naked body didn’t bother me at all. In our house both my parents never hid their bodies and would often walk around the house naked. I too walked around naked, but to me the only meaning of this was normality.

It all began as far back as I can remember was when I was about 8 years old. I bathed with my parents but mostly with my father. I was in the bath with my father and he did the normal things, playing with the bubbles in the bath with me and with my bath toys.

Now it was time to wash. My father washed my hair, my arms, my back and everything else that needed washing except for my cock. That came last.

As most children do who bath with their parents, they would also wash parts of there parents in return, usually their backs. Dad soaped up his hands and massaged the soap into my little cock. It used to get hard from the rubbing but I was too young to understand what a boner was. I just never paid any attention to it although it did feel nice.

This time I asked dad if i could wash his cock.( i didnt use the word cock, not at that age) I soaped up my hands and tried to wash it the best i could. Dad put his hand round mine and showed me how to wash it the way he washed it. (Later I was to learn that I was actually jerking him off)

This continued for about a week at bath times and to me it was all normal. The next time when I washed his cock he told me that it need extra washing, so again I soaped up my hands and kept washing and washing and washing. Dad just kept telling me to keep going.

I’d say i’d been washing it for about 15 mins when he let out a moan and it started leaking out milky looking liquid.