September 4th, 2023
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Description: I arrived home after running some errands and was pleased to discover that my son Asher was already home from work. I was even more pleased when he announced that he desperately needed a shower–and asked if I would care to join. He didn’t have to ask me twice! As my sweet, sexy son and I entered the shower stall, I couldn’t help but notice that Asher hadn’t once taken his eyes off of me since I had arrived home. Honestly, I felt like the luckiest dad alive because these days, Asher doesn’t make any bones about his attraction to me. As we stood underneath the refreshing warmth of the shower spray, it was clear as day that Asher liked what he saw as he gazed at my wet body. His lust was confirmed by the look of giddiness in his eyes when I flexed my beefy pecs for him—which he always eventually begs me to do when I have my shirt off. I feel the same way about touching his tattooed body, tracing its firm musculature, kneading it till it yields. With a look of pure love and adoration, Asher went in for a kiss. My son and I have always been close, and so I fully acknowledge the fact that he looks up to me—he always has. But things have changed in the best way possible. Asher didn’t just look up to me, he wanted me. I really am the luckiest dad alive. As our shower concluded, I couldn’t help but notice that even after we had toweled off, Asher’s T-dick was still wet and eager. And he wasn’t the only one that, despite toweling off, was not fully dry in the nether regions: my cockhead was dribbling precum like you wouldn’t believe. I threw our towels to the side and instructed my son to follow me into my bedroom. We barely made it across the threshold before we started making out. My manhood bobbed up and down as my son’s cherry-red lips and bubble-gum tongue worked their magic. I couldn't keep my hands off of Asher’s fine, tiny-dancer shape and build. Regardless of how Mother Nature had formed Asher, his masculine transformation gave him a certain ruggedness that was most definitely appealing and easy on the eyes. Asher suddenly pushed me back on the bed. He had decided he was going to be in charge and show Daddy who’s a good cocksucker. For being so young still, Asher had really become quite a master at giving head. Asher’s oral training came straight from me—I taught him to use the same techniques and mind-blowing maneuvers that I used on my own father. My son demonstrated for me how even a tiny, little mouth such as his could now fairly easily take my entire girth with one swallow. The way Asher could use those juicy, cherry lips to suction onto my sensitive cockhead was something he had figured out how to do all on his own—I sure hadn’t taught him that! Head this amazing absolutely needed to be reciprocated. It took less than half a second for Asher to get into a 69 position after I told him to. The moans, cries and wails of our chemistry were noticeably getting more impassioned, even animalistic. I pulled Asher off of me and I rolled onto my back. Without a word, he jumped on top of me and giggled into my ear as he positioned his bonus hole and slid all the way down on my aching daddy dick. As Asher rode me, we couldn’t help but gaze at one another with wonder. How could a father and son get so lucky? Our sexual communion and evolution was hard to put into words. Luckily for us, because of how close we already were before Asher’s transformation, this massive leap in our relationship no longer needed words. We had gotten used to letting our eyes, tongues, and fingertips do the talking. Asher’s passion seemed to be unquenchable. It was damn near uncontrollable at times. This scared me a little bit, but only in so much as the thought of him ever leaving my side or even my bed was becoming less tolerable to me. I desperately tried to match his passion. I made love and fucked this boy in every position I could think of until I knew I had reached the point of no return. When I came, I think I may have counted eight or nine solid blasts from my rod. But I nearly passed out, delirious from the exertion as I was, so there may have been more. When I came to, I slowly pulled out of Asher’s still vise-tight bonus hole. The semen was already oozing out from around the girth of my shaft, but I was a dam blocking far more inside. Until, of course, I pulled out…
