secret

He just can't help getting achingly hard every time his son calls him dad, even though it's a normal thing to do. He huffs his sons boxers while fucking his fist when he's doing laundry. He doesn't like any of his sons friends. What if they have bad intentions? As if his intentions are pure.. One night he just can't take it anymore. He climbs into his sons bed, the poor boy unconscious and helpless. He takes his time preparing the boy, even when he wakes up confused. He just puts a hand over his sons mouth. "Shh. Daddy needs this." He does apologise over and over again as he's cumming into his little boy who's crying by now (which turns him on even more). And he does let his son have ice cream for breakfast, after all he deserves a reward. Maybe he'll be more compliant next time.

Hastily kissing down his little boys happy trail burying his face in his boycunt and greedily lapping at his growing tdick. "My god, you've grown so much, kiddo. Let daddy do this."

"I'm almost done. fuck. just a little more. come on, be a good little boy and stay still or I'll make you go out with cum dripping down your thighs."

after we're done I'm too tired to go anywhere. but maybe that was his plan all along, so he could have his sweet boy all to himself..