Snowed In, in a Caravan!

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We have always been mad keen caravaners and not only in the summer. We have a very expensive all-weather caravan and my Dad and I had gone up to Ditchling Beacon....


....and there, on Wednesday morning, we knew we would be remaining. We weren't worried. Dad always packs plenty of essentials and we had plenty of gas so we weren't going to starve or freeze. We had gone up there to test out some new amateur radio equipment he had bought.

So, Tuesday night turned into Wednesday and Wednesday turned into Thursday and I was getting, antsy. I am used to a very regular, (actually very frequent) masturbation life, and I guess I was ready in every way. There was no privacy at all though. The caravan toilet is there, I suppose, but no way could I jill off without dad knowing.

I wondered about him too.

So Thursday night, I said 'How long do you think we will be stuck up here?' He said 'Oh, it will be Monday or Tuesday of next week before they dig out the road up here.' Then he looked concerned and said 'Er.. I hope you brought anything you might need?' I looked at him. 'You know, your period?' I laughed. I only just finished one, so that wasn't a problem at all. Then he said 'Umm maybe you would like me to go for a walk for a while?' Dad knew! I said 'Maybe you want ME to go for a walk for a while too?'

Again, a difficult silence and we both looked out of the caravan windows, the snow was coming down hard and heavy and it was a white-out. Far too dangerous to go wandering off.

I don't know why, but I said. 'Hey. Look. We both need to take care of business, so, hell, why not?' Dad agreed and went to one end of the caravan and I settled across the bench seats in the front. I couldn't see much, but I could see his hand and arm working and if I scooted down a fraction, I saw his cock. Something about seeing the thing that made me was so erotic. I slipped my jeans and knickers down to mid thigh and I saw dad taking little looks.

Masturbating together was a real blast, but I found myself having the most erotic thoughts. What if he came over to me? What if I opened my legs and guided him inside me? All very bad thoughts, but also HIGHLY arousing. I was wetter than I have been for a while. I saw pre-cum on him and imagined just how easily he would slip that thing up me. I also realised that since mum died eight years ago, how little sex he has had.

Then I heard him grunt and saw him spunk onto his tummy. Seeing each convulsion tripped me over nicely. There is a certain scent to sperm, isn't there? Almost metallic in a way. Either way, the scent of it tripped me over into a really satisfying little cum.

OK, so now it's the day after. I am left with very bewildering feelings. You see, later that night, in my sleeping bag, I had the most erotic dreams and woke up in the night and had to rub one off again. All I can think about is dad's cock and how it would feel inside me. The thing is, it is so erotic!



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