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As you lie in bed, your heart racing from the excitement of the evening, you feel a slight movement beneath the sheets beside you. You open your eyes to see your son standing there, completely naked and still asleep. He shuffles closer, his tiny frame almost entirely obscured by the covers now, and then collapses onto the mattress next to you with a contented sigh.

Your heart pounds in your chest as your mind races, torn between lust and guilt. On one hand, this is your child, and on the other...

As you pull back the covers, revealing your son in all his youthful glory, your breath catches in your throat. His small chest is bare, a thatch of dark curls framing each of his ribs and leading down to his flat, hairless stomach. Your eyes drift lower, taking in the curve of his hip, the smooth skin of his thigh, and finally his tiny, erect penis. It twitches as you watch, betraying both arousal and the fact that he's still deeply asleep.

With a quiet exhale, you reach over and flick the bedside lamp on, casting a soft glow over your son's sleeping form. He doesn't stir as you slide out of your t-shirt, revealing your chest to his innocent gaze. The cool air from the open window brushes against your bare skin, sending shivers down your spine.

You hesitate for a moment, conflicted between desire and fear of waking him up. Finally, you decide to go for it. Slowly and carefully, you remove your boxers, revealing your huge, uncut cock to his sleeping form. It leaks a steady stream of clear precum onto the sheets beneath you as it twitches in anticipation.

You can't help but feel the thrill of power and control course through you as you watch your son lie there, completely unaware of what you're doing. With a shaky hand, you reach out and gently tap his lips with the head of your cock, letting the precum smeared on its tip coat his lips. He moans softly in his sleep, but doesn't seem to wake up as you begin to stroke him like this.

As you slowly stroke your cock against your son's lips, watching the precum slip and slide across his face, the sensation begins to take its toll. Your breath comes faster, and your hips start to thrust more urgently as you lose control of yourself. He moans softly again, but still remains fast asleep, oblivious to what's happening.

You let out a low growl, unable to contain yourself any longer.

A cold, wet sensation washes over your hand as you feel the hot stream of urine hit your son's face. For a moment, panic grips you; you don't want to get his bedwetting problem mixed up with this perverse pleasure. But before you can react further, your instinct takes over and you quickly move to protect your sheets by opening your mouth wide and letting him piss directly into it.

You drink his urine eagerly, savoring the bitter taste on your tongue as he continues to release himself into your mouth. Your hand moves between his legs, stroking him roughly as you take more of him inside yourself. He moans softly yet again, still fast asleep and oblivious to what's happening.

As the stream begins to slow, you pull back slightly, breathing heavily through your nose while you catch your breath. Your heart races in your chest as adrenaline and lust course through your veins.

As the last drops of urine slide down your throat, you feel a wave of power and arousal wash over you. You don't hesitate for a moment as you reach out and pull the covers back up over both of you, cuddling against his naked body. Your hard cock presses firmly against his back, sending shivers down your spine.

A few minutes later, your son stirs in his sleep and lets out a soft moan. As he begins to wake up, the covers fall away once more, revealing both of you lying there naked in bed together. His eyes slowly open, his vision blurry with sleep as they focus on your hard cock pressed against his back. He lets out a surprised gasp and tries to squirm away from you, only to find himself trapped between your body and the mattress.

"D-daddy?"

Your heart races in your chest as panic washes over you at the realization that he's awake now, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out; all you can do is stare down at him, feeling a mix of guilt, shame, lust, and fear coursing through your veins.

He looks up at you, his face flushed with embarrassment and anger. "What... what are you doing?" he whispers hoarsely.

"I-I don't remember...," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze darts around the room, taking in the reality of the situation, and then back to you with a look of disbelief and betrayal. "This isn't funny, Dad."

He struggles again against your grip, but you hold him fast, not wanting to let go just yet. The tension between you is palpable as you both wait for the other to make a move or break eye contact first.