-1-I laid in bed as I remembered what happened two hours ago in this very room. I think I was still in a state of shock. Not traumatized shock like most people would expect me to be in after what happened but it was flirtingalong the edges of giddy shock. My eyes drifted close as I remembered bits of the event.
“Fuck me daddy. Fuck me hard. Fuck me harder.”
My eyes snapped open as I saw my hands on his sweaty skin. I recalled the feeling of his ass as it pushed backagainst the base of my cock and into my pelvis. I was momentarily mortified at the thought that he curved intome so well. My eyes started to close again as I remembered the feel of him on me, surrounding me, sucking mein and the drive to go deeper. I heard his voice as he called out to me again.
“Daddy. Give me please. Oohh yes... daddy is big. Aaalll I wanntt... Fuck!”
He knew how to fuck his ass back onto my cock. I remember looking down his back and saw his dark head as itrolled on the bed. His mouth was open as he gasped for air. He spoke to me with that mouth. He coaxed me,begged me, demanded of me acts that I never thought I would do.
“Love me daddy. Love me so much that it hurts. Yes daddy. Yess daddddyyy,” he moaned from that mouth.
I felt my body start to respond again. I looked down and saw that my cock was already hard. His 'daddy's dick'as he called it a few times. My cock twitched as I recalled him saying it in his lust filled voice.How could I have done that to him? To my own son. I watched him grow up and thought that he was turninginto such a fine young man. I've ruined him. I can hear future voices in my head even as I wrapped my handaround my hard member with my son's voice being the loudest in my head.I heard him saying, “Your cock feels so good inside me Daddy.”I heard another voice say, “He's a menace.”I hear my son again, “I knew you would like it. I wanted to do my best for you.”I heard yet another voice say, “He's not normal!”My son's voice was louder, “Fuck me daddy. Make me cum. I want you to cum in my boy pussy.”I groaned as the memory of his ass milking my cock washed over me. His warm tight hole became a memorythat I lived in again. I felt him bucking back against me again. His sweaty skin, his warm body, his thrashing headand his words. His erotic, lust filled, raspy voice as he said so many words.My hand started to move faster as I saw his light green eyes looking back at me.
He made me turn him over. Helooked into my eyes with love and want. He kissed my lips. He wrapped his legs around my waist and pulled medeeper into himself.
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