Description: It was an incredibly exciting thing to have a trans son like Atlas who was so eager to dive back into our physically intimate relationship at the drop of my pants. However, I do worry that as his father, I might be prioritizing the wrong things by engaging in this kind of behavior with him. I am still his father after all, and must set a good example for my son. I want what is best for both of my sons, although I do worry less about Nico than I do Atlas. He’s a bright boy, but for some reason he’s having a hard time focusing on what he is supposed to be. It seems that his yearning for male attention had to stem from somewhere and the apple really doesn’t fall too far from the tree, as I know I can’t restrain myself whenever I see my hunky son start to take his clothes off. Having us all play together as a family was not something I had ever really anticipated, but was not something I would ever regret either. Part of me hoped that because Atlas was getting so much attention at home and spending less time chasing other men to play with that he might be able to get himself back on track a bit. But it seems like old habits die hard as I have caught him lingering around the house, trying to catch my attention. The problem is, it’s working! Just the other day he had brewed me a fresh pot of coffee when he knew I hadn’t much time before I headed out the door. Gazing at me with those big puppy dog eyes as he fixed it just the way I liked. It broke my heart to have to leave the house with him looking so disappointed. I knew that I would catch him at it today, however, as today was the day I worked from home, which gave my son the ability to pencil himself in whenever he desired. That morning I made sure to set myself up in a more open space to try to get my work done, so that the moment he saw where I was he would know where to find me. Sure enough, when Atlas had come downstairs for breakfast, eager to make that pot of coffee he craved, I felt his eyes locate me sitting by the table. He remained fairly well behaved for most of the morning, more than likely nursing his coffee to wake himself up. However, once the morning rolled into midday, I caught a glimpse of his silhouette out of the corner of my eye. Sure enough, my son Atlas was lingering within my peripheral vision. Once I detected him, the usual overwhelming excitement overtook me. I suppose I can’t expect him to fully understand boundaries when I give in to him so easily, but can you really blame me? To see Atlas’s muscular frame hugging the fabric of his clothing so tightly was tempting enough, let alone when he pushed it even further up to reveal more skin. It becomes difficult to resist your urges when the person seducing you knows exactly what will turn you on. And did my bonus hole boy ever know exactly how to rev his daddy’s engine. I was typing mindlessly, completely distracted from my work as he slid into the seat next to me. I could still feel his eyes washing over me as he reached out to touch me, forcing the bulge in my pants to tent to the heavens. Once he was on his knees, he pulled out my big cock, feeling it grow in his grasp before guiding it between his lips for a blowjob. I release a deep sigh as I spread my hairy legs to give him full access encouraging Atlas to deepthroat the cock that made him as he gazes up at me with those eyes again. Atlas straddles me on the chair as he slowly lowers himself down onto my raging hard erection, our lips finding each other as he starts to ride his dad’s dick. I couldn’t help but start to sing my son’s praises as he took every inch of my meat while cooing back in satisfaction. It got me so worked up that I started to get pretty dominant with him by the end there. Maybe I am still a bit more concerned about his constant sexual distractions after all.