Father Stretch My Hands Part 2 Novels & Stories

“Try touching it.” I looked at his eyes and when I saw he was serious, I gulped hard. My fingers reached out to his shaft. I could see my fingers were slightly trembling but I pushed through. When my skin touched him, his breathing hitched for a moment. That gave me the courage to carry on. I wrapped my fingers on his appendage. I never considered my fingers as small, but his manhood sure did make my hands look like a toddler’s hand.

I opened my mouth a little, but didn't say anything. Reaching my other hand out, I took hold of Teddy's arm. Then I turned his hand over, so his palm was facing upward. He glanced down, frowning at what I was doing. Without a word, I held his hand while I ran the fingers of my other one slowly up the underside of his forearm. He sucked in air so sharply, it sounded like a hiss. Then I watched as my brother's entire body shuddered. When I reached the middle of his arm, I changed direction and slowly trailed my fingertips back down toward his hand. He inhaled sharply again when my fingers ran over his wrist. So that was a sensitive spot on him, was it? I forced myself not to grin while I conti

I pleaded as his hands still roamed. “Isn't that the fun part?”

“Feel Daddy’s fingers.” I moved my fingers in and out slowly, curling them the way she liked. Grace moaned louder, her hand moving down and wrapping around my hard cock. She started stroking me while I fingered her. “Fondle me, Grace,” I said, my voice husky. “Do what you’re seeing in the video.” She stroked me faster, her soft hand moving up and down my thick cock. I groaned and fingered her deeper. The room was filled with the sound of the p**n and our heavy breathing.

NATE Fuck. Tension bubbles inside me like hot lava, rushing through my veins and spreading all over my entire body at the ferocious scrutinizing eyes of my father on Tasha. I can't believe he is back. Tonight of all fucking nights. I slip my fingers into Tasha's hand under the table, trying to calm myself with the distraction of the softness and warmth of her fingers entwined with mine. She tightens her grip on my hand. I can feel her unease, but her face wears a calm expression that contradicts the storm swirling in her eyes as she continues staring at my father.

“Tread through your feet, bending one knee and the other to stretch your calves.” I slip my hands around the front of his pelvis, thumbs on his back to show him a little more. I swear I hear a low growl come from his throat. It’s not threatening, but my body responds automatically. I pull my hands away and step back. Okay, buddy. You’re on your own.

Knees apart, head tipped back, mouth parted as if I asked him to bare his throat instead. I pour oil into my palm and rub my hands together until its warm. My hands smooth over his thighs and buttocks slowly, kneading the muscles until slick starts bubbling from him. Using two fingers, I circle the pretty star-shaped hole languorously, coaxing sounds from him like a conductor. I press in to the first knuckle and he clenches around me before slowly relaxing. The stretch takes him in small, careful swallows. I watch his belly tense, then loosen under my free hand.

To him it seemed like an odd place but then again, what did he know. Natasha reached out and pushed at the insides of her son's knees. He opened them wide and she moved forward. Her hands were shaking as she reached for his dick. Her fingers wrapped around the hot hard shaft and like his dad, there was an inch or so of shaft and the spongy head above her hands.

I wouldn't hold anything back. That thought sort of busted me out of myself. I just kinda sprang into action, I guess. My right hand reached up and seemed to find its own way to the fly on Tyler's boxers. There wasn't no button or anything like that, just a slit in the front of the boxers. My hands were small, and my fingers slipped easily inside. I could feel the heat of Tyler's body and I heard him gasp as my hand brushed against his half-hard cock. I didn't hesitate now. I fished my hand around inside of my son's boxers, I felt the smooth, hot flesh of his cock against my palm and I wrapped my fingers around it. I pulled my hand back quickly, slipping Tyler's penis out through the slit in

He looked at Chris with an aggrieved expression as he failed to verbalize his thoughts. “Look at daddy's hand.” Chris extended an open palm in front of Chris Jnr “Do any of the fingers look like the other?” Chris Jnr shook his head. “Do you think daddy likes one finger more than the other?” Chris Jnr shook his head once again. “That’s right. Daddy doesn’t dislike any finger because it is only when they are all together will they make daddy hand, the hand that he uses to hug you, little treasure and mommy close to my heart.” Chris had a gentle doting expression as he patiently explained.