Description: I’ve really got a lot on my mind lately. To make a long story short, I’ve started to fall in lust with my son Asher. I think—and, maybe fear—love is not far behind. You see, I cannot stop thinking about him. His gorgeous eyes, lips, his smile. That cute face, that perfect body. I could go on like this all day. We’ve been fooling around, which is already one line I’ve crossed. Since we started having a sexual relationship, I noticed that Asher was engaging in dates with other men, as well. I’ve seen him texting on his phone late at night and then leave, but come back in a couple hours or so. It drove me wild to think of another daddy's dick inside my boy. So this particular evening I decided, somewhat half-heartedly, to put on some dress pants and a polo. I just wanted to go out for the evening and wind down, try to get my mind on something other than the sound of my son’s voice when I’m powerfucking the blazes out of his insanely hot boypussy in the late afternoon. Given how easy it was for me to remember, and how much I wanted it again, I wasn’t sure if anything really could get my mind off of Asher. As I was passing through the living room, I couldn’t help but notice my boy sitting on the couch with his phone in his hand. He had on a crooked grin as he stared at the screen, and his hand rubbed down on the crotch of his jeans. Who could my feisty twink son be sexting this time? Was he planning a dick date? Any enthusiasm for going out vanished. I needed to know. No reason to be coy. I’m his dad. I just straight up asked the kid who he was messaging. Of course, he was talking to “nobody”, just some random dude who had sent him a message. I knew better than that; Asher was clearly looking at something that made his eyes and erotic smile light up. I wanted to be the one that made my son light up and smile like that. I wanted to be the one that made him touch himself. How macho and studly could this other guy be that he made my son get all hot like this? I couldn’t stop myself. I reached out and grabbed the phone from Asher. Of course the boy protested, but the look I shot him earned his silence. I looked at the phone screen and the very first thing I saw was a macho-looking, forty-something muscle dude with a nearly foot-long monster cock in his hand. God I was jealous. I couldn’t help it. But, I also understood how Asher—or any horny boy— could be drawn to looking at that huge daddy dick. It was truly remarkable. It wasn’t much bigger than my own dick, but damn, even I was mesmerized. I asked my son if he’d sent a reply or pictures back to this man. Asher immediately piped up that he hadn’t and wasn’t going to. I should have felt better after that, but for some reason, I just didn’t. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, I think my son and I had a kind of breakthrough. After a pause that seemed to last forever, Asher finally spoke. He looked right at me with an intense, but doting look and confessed that, in fact, he wanted me, not the man on the phone screen. The sweet-faced, hungry boy licked his lips and he confessed that he thought I was way sexier. My son’s big blue eyes damn near took my breath away. Asher studied my face for every tell; I was momentarily speechless. This was going somewhere very quickly that I didn’t expect. I was falling hard for the boy. My yearnings took over. He had always been so honest and straightforward with me about his thoughts and feelings. It was almost like my own son was teaching me how to live boldly. So, I took the cue and slid right up next to him. I told him with my eyes, my hands, and my smile just how much he meant to me. I told him how I never stop thinking about him, and how badly I need to be inside of him. Asher didn’t need to use words to supply his answer. He simply placed his hand against my face and let my hands wander all over his smooth form. I had the boy stand up while I sat down on the carpet. I slathered my tongue all over that delicious T-dick. I swirled it around with my lips and tongue, exploring its taste like wine. Asher’s delighted cries egged me on, inspired me to do more. Eventually, I laid him back on the couch, sucked on my fingers to make them slippery and wet, and then pushed them into my son’s bonus hole. Asher wailed with intense pleasure. I put my tongue in the savory space my fingers had just slid out of. I looked up at my boy. His precious face told me that he was desperate to cum. Asher’s hand wandered down towards his T-dick, but then hesitated and he looked at me as though for permission, or guidance. I encouraged my boy to touch himself whilst I sucked him off. I was so proud of my son. I asked him, after some time playing with his privates, if he wanted to do it with me. He nodded with undisguised enthusiasm. I showed Asher how to touch himself and I worked my hands and fingers like a magician. Soon, my son arched back and came. I kissed his oozing, soaking wet boy pussy. I realized most of my clothes were still on, lost as I had become in pleasing Asher. I hurriedly yanked them off and aimed my cannon of a cock right at my boy’s tiny extra entrance. I could neither hesitate nor go back. I simply buried myself deep inside of him and all the way to the hilt. Asher sang like an angel and I roared like a beast. My son’s tight fuck-tunnel was squeezing my monstrously hard cock like a fist. Damn, it felt awesome! We fucked passionately like that all evening. I lost count of all the times that I made Asher cum, but I remember the incredible sensation of my boy’s dripping wet slit, pulsating and gripping my cock. We both eventually, and simultaneously, erupted. Asher and I took quite some time to come down from his climax. As my massive load came pouring back out of my son’s well-fucked hole, I let out a long sigh of relief, happy that we both decided to stay in.