one, horny,

late at night, in the dark. It just happened. Feel me, Daddy.”

I’m not Superman. My cock was still hard and oozing cream. Kevin took

my hand and brought it to his young crotch. He pressed my palm against

his boner. His tool was hot and moist in my fist. Lube-drool flowed over the

pebbled knob and webbed my fingers with sticky juice.

I had no more than clutched his hardon in my fist and squeezed on it when

Kevi out a long sigh. I pumped his meat just twid long streams of jizz

arched out, coating my torso with slathering rivers of boy spunk.

He slept with me that night. I held him tightly to me by the waist, his rump

pushed into my groin. That was the first time I felt the soft, warm insides

of my son’s young body. I fucked him every day that we were alone. I was

obsessed after that, addicted to his tender ass flesh.

My wife returned and I screwed her in a perfunanner. Her fuck

was nothing pared to Kevin’s. The sed night she was back, I woke

in the middle of the night. My dick was so hard it ached. She was sn

in her bed.

I stealthily crept down the hall to Kevin’s door. I silently eased it open and

just as quietly, closed it. A low wattage lamp burned on the dresser. He was

lying on his belly, one coltish leg, half-drawn up to his chest. His perky little

butt was turned partway to one side, exposing a glimpse of his black-fuzzed