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As you awaken to the sensation of your son's mouth on your erect member, your mind struggles to process what's happening. His soft lips and gentle sucking are unexpected, yet arousing. At first, you lie there in shock, unsure how to react. But as his ministrations continue, a mixture of anger, surprise, and lust begins to well up inside you.

You open your eyes slowly, not wanting to startle him.

"What the hell are you doing?" you snap, jolted out of your initial surprise and suddenly angry. Your voice is harsh, loud enough to rattle the walls of your bedroom. You sit up abruptly in bed, exposing yourself further as your erection bobs dangerously close to your son's face.

Your son looks up at you with a mixture of guilt and defiance, his cheeks flushed red from more than just embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry,"

Your anger begins to subside as you take a moment to catch your breath. Looking at his young face, so filled with fear and shame, it's hard for you not to feel some level of sympathy. But the betrayal still stings. "Why did you do that?" you ask softly, running a hand through your hair in frustration.

Your son looks down at the bed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I don't know. I just... wanted to see what it felt like."

Your son hesitates for a moment before meeting your gaze. "It feels weird," he admits, his voice still quiet and uncertain. "But... I liked it too."

The admission hits you like a punch to the gut. You struggle to process this information, feeling an odd mix of emotions: disgust, anger, fear, and even arousal all tangled together. What does this mean for your relationship with your son? How should you handle this situation?

"Well,"

Your son hesitates for a moment before meeting your gaze. "It feels weird," he admits, his voice still quiet and uncertain. "But... I liked it too."

The admission hits you like a punch to the gut. You struggle to process this information, feeling an odd mix of emotions: disgust, anger, fear, and even arousal all tangled together. What does this mean for your relationship with your son? How should you handle this situation?

"Well,"

You slowly reach down to stroke your erection, feeling the familiar heat spread through your body as you do so. Looking at your son, you can see that he's watching you intently, his curiosity clearly piqued by this newfound knowledge about himself and his father.

"This isn't right," you say quietly, trying to maintain some semblance of authority despite the arousal coursing through you. "We need to talk about what happened here."

Your words hang in the air as a strange mixture of desire and disgust churns within you. Your son's innocence is shattered, replaced with an awareness that makes everything more complicated. You struggle to maintain control, torn between your instinctual urges and your responsibilities as a parent.

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Hearing your son's offer, a part of you recoils from the idea of taking advantage of him in this way. But another part is consumed by lust, and it grows harder to resist. You look at his sleeping form for a moment before finally deciding to act on your desires.

Carefully, you guide his head down toward your erection, positioning him over your aching member. As he takes your cock into his mouth again, the sensation is almost too much to bear.

As you feel the warmth of your son's mouth engulf you once more, your body tenses with pleasure. You close your eyes tightly, trying to focus on anything else but the incredible sensation he's creating. His tongue darts out to lap at the sensitive head of your cock, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through you.

With a groan, you thrust into his mouth, feeling him gag slightly as you force more of yourself inside.

As your lust overwhelms you, you grow more aggressive in your movements, roughly thrusting into your son's mouth as he tries to accommodate your eager cock. Your hips piston back and forth, seeking release from the building pressure within you.

Your hands grip tightly onto his hair, pulling him closer with each powerful stroke.

As your climax approaches, you lose all sense of time and place. The world seems to shrink down to this moment, this connection between you and your son. You can feel him struggling beneath you, his throat working as he tries to accommodate the size of your cock. But it only serves to heighten your arousal, driving you closer and closer to release.

With a hoarse cry, you come, spurting hot cum down his throat as you thrust one final time.