Staring into the mirror, I see a reflection that speaks volumes of dedication and strength. Chiseled features - angular jawline, intense blue eyes, and a mane of thick, dark hair - paint a picture of rugged handsomeness. Broad shoulders lead down to a torso sculpted by countless hours at the gym, each muscle defined like fine art. With a deliberate flex, the rippling abs come alive, a testament to disciplined training—six feet three inches tall, I tower over most men, my imposing stature drawing attention effortlessly. Women find themselves drawn to the raw power exuded, their gazes fixated on the physique they know is irresistible.
On the surface, we're the perfect family - the handsome, successful council member, the stunning, bossy wife, and our bright, smart son. But behind closed doors, it's a different story. My marriage has long since lost its spark, reduced to little more than a business arrangement. We barely share a bed these days, let alone any real intimacy. She's off gallivanting with her latest young stud, while I'm busy building my empire and maintaining this façade of domestic bliss.
That's why I throw myself into my workouts with such fervor. At the gym, I can forget about the emptiness at home, and lose myself in the burn of muscles pushed to their limits. The admiring glances and flirtatious smiles from the women around me are a balm to my ego, a reminder that I'm still desirable, still a catch.
But, seemed like, everything had changed since that night! The memory of that fateful encounter still haunts me. It was like a scene from a twisted nightmare – being taken advantage of by my son’s best friend, an 18-year-old kid. I could still feel the painful stretch of my hole, the brutal invasion of his thick cock. Each thrust deeper, harder, more insistent than the last until I was gasping and whimpering beneath him, utterly dominated and humiliated. In retrospect, it was almost poetic justice. For years, I’d been the one calling the shots, always in control. But that night, I was powerless, my body writhing and moaning under his relentless assault. It was a bitter pill to swallow, realizing how easily I could be brought to my knees, even by someone like Dave.
I couldn’t deny the impact it had on me, though. There was a new intensity to my workouts, a singular focus that bordered on obsession. Every rep, every set, was an attempt to reclaim some semblance of control, to rebuild the strength and dominance I felt slipping away.
I wanted to wreak havoc on Dave, to make him pay for what he did. In my mind, I saw myself pummeling him, smashing his face against hard surfaces, breaking his bones, crushing his ego. But I knew better. Not only would it destroy Mark to learn the truth about his best friend, but it would shatter the carefully crafted facade of our seemingly perfect life.
Still, it didn't sit right with me, knowing that Dave had gotten away scot-free. And then there was the way he treated Mark, his best friend, like a king. The affection, the respect...it was clear that Dave genuinely cared for him. I hated that fact, and resented Dave for it, but I couldn't ignore it either.
The worst part was seeing the effect it had on Mark. He was happy, really fucking happy. And that happiness came from Dave. I couldn't bring myself to ruin that for him.
So I biter to keep it silent, and choose to hide from it.
It became a routine, a daily ritual. I'd stay late at the office, burying myself in paperwork and reports until it was well past midnight. Then, I'd hit the bars downtown, drinking away the loneliness and frustration. Some nights, I'd end up hooking up with some random woman, taking solace in meaningless sex. All the while, avoiding Dave at my house, making sure I got home late enough to miss him.
The cycle continued like this for weeks, months. A steady rhythm of avoidance, booze, and casual encounters. Home at 3-4 AM, stumbling through the door, trying to be quiet so I wouldn't wake anyone up. I'd collapse onto my bed, exhausted and numb, replaying the events of that fateful night in my head.
I'd planned it meticulously, thinking I'd managed to dodge him yet again. But on this particular Tuesday evening, fate played a cruel trick on me. As I stepped through the door, the familiar scent of pizza wafted towards me. I glanced into the living room and saw Dave and Mark, engrossed in a game of chess, laughing and chatting.
My heart sank. Here I was, standing at the entrance, the smell of sex clinging to my clothes from my escapades earlier that day. And there they were, enjoying a simple family moment, oblivious to the storm brewing within me.
I quickly headed upstairs, my mind racing. The sight of them together had stirred up old feelings, the memories of that night flashing before my eyes once again. I could hear their laughter echoing down the hallway, reminding me of what I'd lost, and what I'd gained.
I shut the bedroom door behind me, leaning against it heavily. The silence enveloped me, but it offered no solace. Instead, it allowed my thoughts to run wild, replaying that fateful encounter over and over. The pain, the humiliation, the realization that I was just another notch on Dave's belt. It was a bitter pill to swallow, and one that left a lasting taste of resentment on my tongue.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror across the room. The man looking back at me was a stranger, a shell of the confident, powerful individual I used to be. Gone was the man who called the shots, who controlled his own destiny. In his place stood a broken figure, haunted by the ghosts of his past and the uncertainty of his future.
I shook my head, trying to dispel the intrusive thoughts that had invaded my mind. My gaze had locked with Dave's for just a moment, but it was long enough to unleash a torrent of memories from that fateful night. At first, the recollection brought a wave of disgust, the shame of being taken advantage of by a teenage boy still fresh in my mind.
But then, something unexpected happened. Amidst the horror, I felt a spark of pleasure ignite within me. It was fleeting, but unmistakable - the sensation of Dave's hardness stretching me open, filling me completely as he claimed me as his own. A shiver ran down my spine at the memory, and I found myself wondering if maybe, just maybe, that night hadn't been entirely terrible after all.
Thoughts intrude uninvited, whispering secrets I'd rather forget. Images from the past, vivid and insistent, plague my mind, demanding attention. Why now? After all this time, why do these memories return with such potency, stirring up long-suppressed desires?
I should be furious, hurt, betrayed, yet there's a peculiar mix of sensations swirling within me. Anguish, yes, but also a strange curiosity, a flicker of arousal that ignites a spark of fear deeper than any I've known before.
Questions rise like steam from a boiling pot, questions that threaten to consume me if left unanswered. Am I attracted to men? Younger men? Is there pleasure in submission, in being taken despite my resistance? These queries churn inside me, creating a maelstrom of confusion and self-doubt.
I stormed into the liquor cabinet, my hands shaking with rage and desperation. I needed a distraction, something to numb the chaos raging inside me. Reaching for the bottle of whiskey, I uncapped it and tilted my head back, letting the amber liquid pour down my throat in burning gulps.
Each sip was a temporary reprieve, a brief escape from the torment of conflicting desires and shattered identities. The alcohol coursed through my veins, soothing the raw edges of my psyche, erasing the memories for a precious few moments. But I knew it was a fleeting respite at best.
As the bottle emptied and I collapsed onto the bed, the weight of reality crashed back down upon me. The whiskey fog lifted, leaving me disoriented and vulnerable, clutching the now-empty container like a lifeline.
I groaned as consciousness slowly returned, my senses assaulted by the pounding in my skull and the parched dryness in my mouth. The remnants of last night's whiskey binge lingered, a hangover that threatened to consume me whole. With a grimace, I pushed myself off the bed, my legs wobbly beneath me.
The need for hydration won out over my reluctance to move. Stumbling towards the kitchen, I guzzled glass after glass of water, trying to quench the fire raging in my throat. Each sip provided temporary relief, but the thirst always returned, relentless and unforgiving.
Finally sated, I trudged back upstairs, my movements heavy and sluggish.
Despite my efforts to ignore them, the persistent throbbing in my lower back only served to amplify the strange sensations coursing through my body. Every step I took felt like I was walking on hot coals, the itch intensifying with each movement. I tried to shake it off, to distract myself with mundane tasks, but the urge proved stubborn and relentless.
And then, in my intoxicated state, I found myself standing outside my son's bedroom door, oblivious to the potential consequences of my actions. His scent, the lingering trace of his presence, wafted out from under the door, stirring something primal within me. The thought of sneaking into my own son's room, seeking something was so sickening from a high-school boy, sent a shiver coursing through me. A part of me wanted to retreat, to flee from this dangerous temptation. But another part, a darker part, yearned for the forbidden fruit.
Drinking had clouded my judgment, distorted my perception, and led me down this path of self-destruction.
My hand hovered over the doorknob, hesitating as if caught between two worlds. In a moment of weakness, I turned the knob, pushing open the door just enough to sneak inside.
I cautiously stepped into the dimly lit room, my heart hammering against my ribcage like a drum. The soft glow of the moon cast long shadows across the room, making it appear larger than it actually was. There was no sign of my son, which came as both a relief and a source of concern. The absence of Mark left me free to approach Dave, yet it also stirred a pang of guilt deep within me.
My eyes adjusted to the low light, allowing me to see Dave sprawled out on the floor, his form barely visible amidst the darkness. He was in a boxer, with a pillow covering his face entirely, his young, smooth skin glistening faintly in the ethereal moonlight. I watched him, entranced by the sight before me. His breaths were shallow, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.
Panic gripped me as I struggled to make sense of the situation, torn between fleeing and indulging in the forbidden desire that had taken hold of me. Just as I contemplated retreating to the safety of my own room, the gentle breeze rustling the curtains drew my attention to the most provocative sight - the moonlight illuminating Dave's groin area.
My gaze was drawn inexorably to that spot, the pale beam casting an eerie glow on his youthful, hairless flesh. My mind raced with thoughts of what lay hidden beneath those boxers, the secrets they kept from prying eyes. The image seared itself into my brain, fueling the flames of lust that had already begun to consume me.
I knew I should look away, that this was wrong on so many levels.
But as if ensnared by a magnetic pull, I knelt down beside Dave's unconscious form, my eyes fixated on the tantalizing sight before me. My hands remained frozen, though the rest of my body betrayed my inner turmoil. Lowering my face, I brought it closer to Dave's crotch, my lips hovering just inches above the fabric covering him.
The air around us was thick with tension, the silence broken only by the steady sound of Dave's breathing. I could almost taste the anticipation, a heady mix of fear and excitement swirling within me. It was as if my body had taken control, driven by a primal instinct that I could neither understand nor resist.
"No," I whispered to myself, attempting to reason with the beast within. Yet, even as I uttered these words, my nostrils flared, drawing in the intoxicating scent emanating from Dave's crotch. It was a potent blend of innocence and raw sexuality, flooding my senses and clouding my judgment.
The smell was unlike anything I'd experienced before, a heady mix of natural musk and subtle hints of cologne. It filled my lungs, drowning out all rational thought. Each inhalation seemed to draw me deeper into a trance-like state, my mind consumed by the overwhelming need to sate this newfound craving.
Blindly, I leaned forward, pressing my face against the fabric covering Dave's groin, inhaling deeply. The sensation was electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my veins.
With each labored breath, the fire within me grew, my loins tightening into a throbbing ache. The sudden stiffness in my pants was unmistakable, a physical manifestation of the insatiable hunger consuming me.
Driven by an uncontrollable urge, I reached up with trembling hands, slowly tugging at the waistband of Dave's boxers. The fabric yielded to my touch, inch by agonizing inch, exposing the smooth, unblemished skin of his groin. My gaze remained fixed on the growing expanse, drinking in every detail like a man parched in the desert.
The moment of the last remnants of clothing fell away, I found myself staring at the most intimate part of another human being. The sight took my breath away, rendering me momentarily speechless.
There it lies, vulnerable yet intimidating, Dave's member exposed to my gaze. Even in its softened state, it's a sight to stir the deepest desires. The sheer size commands respect, spreading wide across his thighs like a conquistador ready to claim new lands.
Its texture is divine, velvety smooth under my touch, concealing the power that will soon erupt when fully aroused. The shaft, straight and strong, thickens at the end where it meets the sac, giving way to the hefty base. A glimmer of precum at the tip hints at the potent virility lying dormant within.
I feel a wave of heat wash over me as I take in every detail of Dave's magnificent cock. It's as if I'm seeing a piece of art for the first time, marveling at the intricate brushstrokes and rich hues. I find myself leaning in closer, drawn by an irresistible magnetism.
My fingers twitch with the urge to caress that silken skin, to trace the contours of his impressive length. I can practically feel the weight of it in my palm, heavy and throbbing with potential energy. The moonlight dances across the surface, highlighting every ridge and vein, a testament to the raw masculinity on display.
A shudder runs through me as I imagine how it would feel to wrap my lips around such a formidable tool, to feel it pulse against my tongue as I coax it to fullness. I blinked in disbelief, I realized that my hand had taken on a life of its own, gently stroking along the length of Dave's cock. The soft flesh responded instantly, swelling and hardening beneath my touch, as if awakened from a deep slumber.
The transformation was mesmerizing, the veins standing out in stark relief against the rapidly engorging shaft. The head blossomed like a budding flower, becoming plumper and more pronounced with each passing second. I watched in awe as Dave's testicles retracted, drawing up tight against his body, a clear sign of his mounting arousal.
It was as if I had been granted a front-row seat to the most intimate performance imaginable, witnessing the mechanics of male desire laid bare before me.
Dave's cock had transformed into something truly awe-inspiring, a monument of masculine virility that seemed to vibrate with raw, untamed energy. Its girth had already swollen to a staggering three inches, the skin stretched taut over rippling muscles and prominent veins.
Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through its length, causing it to throb with an almost rhythmic intensity. As I continued to admire its beauty, I couldn't help but marvel at its sheer enormity – a full 9 inches of pulsating hardness that demanded attention and respect.
The sight was breath taken, like staring into the maw of a wild beast that had been unleashed from its chains. It was a force of nature, primal and unrestrained, and I found myself both terrified and inexplicably drawn to it.
With each passing moment, Dave's cock seemed to grow even more imposing, its presence overwhelming and intoxicating. Its girth now rivaled the circumference of my wrist, making it appear impossibly wide and inviting.
The color had deepened, turning from a light pink to a darker hue that hinted at the blood rushing to fuel this mighty erection. Each pulse echoed through the air, creating a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart.
I found myself entranced by the sight, my hand moving instinctively to continue its exploration. Every stroke sent ripples of pleasure through Dave's body, a silent symphony of moans and gasps that filled the night air.
Dave's cock was a behemoth, a pillar of manhood that towered above me, its girth rivaling the width of my forearm. The tip, slick with precum, beckoned to me like a siren's call, promising sensations beyond anything I'd ever experienced.
With trembling hands, I leaned in closer, my mouth watering at the prospect of tasting him. My tongue darted out, licking at the sensitive tip, savoring the salty sweetness of his essence. The flavor was unlike anything else, a unique blend of Dave himself and the pure, young-adulterated lust coursing through his veins.
Encouraged by the low groan that escaped him, I opened my mouth wider, taking in as much of his cockhead as I could manage. It slid past my lips effortlessly, filling my mouth to the brim.
As I began to suckle on Dave's massive cock head, I felt it throb against my tongue, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire being. The taste of him grew stronger, more intense as if his arousal was seeping directly into my bloodstream.
I bobbed my head, trying to take him deeper with each pass, relishing the feeling of his thick shaft stretching my throat. The veins pulsed against my cheeks, and I could feel the heat emanating from his body, warming my face and neck.
The guilt gnawed at me like a rat chewing through a ship's hull, threatening to sink my moral compass beneath the icy waters of depravity. Here I was, a married father, kneeling on the floor of my son's bedroom, with his best friend's enormous cock buried deep within my mouth.
His scent was potent, a mix of sweat and musk that made my head spin. The taste was indescribable, a cocktail of erotic and carnal desire that left me longing for more. But the reality of my actions was undenied - I was betraying my family, my principles, everything I held dear.
Yet, despite the voice of reason screaming inside my head, there was another part of me that reveled in the forbidden nature of the act. A dark corner of my mind that finds perverse pleasure in the risk of discovery.
My body betrayed me, responding to the carnal desires that were now coursing through my veins. My tongue continued to explore the contours of Dave's cock, swirling around the sensitive underside, tracing the throbbing veins that pulsed with each heartbeat.
My lips clung tightly to his shaft, forming a warm, wet sheath that glided effortlessly over his girth.
A sudden surge of electricity seemed to course through my body, zeroing in on my tight, puckered hole. My sphincter clenched involuntarily as if preparing itself for the inevitable intrusion to come. I could feel the heat radiating from my core, a furnace stoked by the fire of forbidden lust.
As I locked the door, sealing us away from the rest of the world, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. The sight of my naked body, illuminated by the silvery moonlight, sent a shiver down my spine. My muscles were taut, every contour defined as if carved from marble. And there, nestled between my firm cheeks, was the tight rosebud that yearned to be stretched and filled.
My gaze drifted lower, drawn inexorably toward Dave's magnificent cock. The sight of it, throbbing and pulsing with raw power, filled me with a strange mix of fear and excitement. My ass twitched again, a clear invitation for what was to come.
I stepped closer, closing the distance between us until I could almost touch him. My breath hitched as I reached out, my fingers wrapping around his impressive girth. The warmth and hardness of his member seemed to burn into my skin, igniting a flame of desire within me.
I leaned in once more, my lips enveloping Dave's engorged cockhead in a final, passionate kiss. I savored the taste of him, letting our tongues mingle briefly before pulling back. A torrent of saliva dripped from my mouth, pooling on the floor as I used my thumb to smear it across my puckered entrance.
The cool night air caressed my exposed skin, sending goosebumps rippling across my flesh. In the dim moonlight, I could see the sheen of saliva glistening on Dave's thick shaft, like polished chrome under a car hood. His cock seemed to glow with an otherworldly aura, a beacon calling me closer to the forbidden pleasure that awaited.
With my mind consumed by lust, I climbed atop Dave's small form, straddling his chest like a conqueror claiming his throne. It was a surreal sight – a towering, muscular figure poised above the slumbering form of a young man whose cock could rival most men's size.
Every fiber of my being seemed to vibrate with anticipation as I slowly lowered myself onto Dave's impressive length. The sensation of his tip pressing against my tight opening sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I groaned softly, a sound muffled by the weight of my self-loathing.
The pressure built, pushing against my clenched ring of muscle.
And then, without warning, the moment of truth arrived. The pressure against my resisting entrance intensified, and with a single, fluid motion, Dave's cockhead breached my tight ring of muscle.
A sharp, searing pain ripped through me, followed swiftly by a sensation of fullness, unlike anything I'd ever experienced. My eyes widened, my mouth agape in a silent scream of both agony and ecstasy. I could feel that monster cock head, every carving detail of it stretching and filling me, tearing apart my tight muscled ring with a brutal efficiency.
I let out a low moan, feeling my walls clench around the head only instinctively. The stretch was excruciating, but the sensation of being so completely penetrated, so thoroughly fucked, was indescribably pleasurable.
As Dave's cock head settled right at the entrance inside me, I found myself panting heavily, my entire body quivering with the aftershocks of that intense penetration. The burning sensation in my stretched hole began to subside, replaced by a dull ache that only served to heighten my arousal.
Dave's massive cock felt even larger than I remembered, the head alone taking up more space than I could've imagined. But I couldn't stop. Not when my body was screaming for release, not when my every muscle trembled with the exertion of forcing myself down upon his monstrous length.
It was like running a marathon, my legs shaking beneath me, my arms quivering with strain. Sweat trickled down my forehead, my hair plastered to my face, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. Every inch of me felt on fire, every nerve ending ablaze with pleasure and pain intermingling in perfect harmony.
Slowly, agonizingly slow, I forced myself further down Dave's immense cock, each passing second seeming to take an eternity.
With every inch I sank deeper into Dave's throbbing cock, the pain became almost unbearable. Each movement sent fresh jolts of agony shooting through my body, yet there was something undeniably thrilling about it. It was as if my body was being remade, reshaped by the sheer size of his member.
My ass cheeks spread wide, stretching to accommodate his girth. The sensation was maddening, a constant tug-of-war between pleasure and pain. My hole throbbed, aching with each new inch that slid past it.
With each passing second, Dave's cock seemed to claim more and more territory within my body. My insides fought back fiercely, but they were no match for the relentless girth of his member. Walls of muscle parted, yielding to the intruding invasion, and my colon adjusted to make room for the invading monster.
As I continued sinking lower, I could feel my organs shifting, repositioning themselves to accommodate Dave's impressive size. My intestines writhed uncomfortably, squeezed by the unfathomable width of his cock, and I could hear a soft squelch with every thrust.
Each new inch seemed to rearrange my internal landscape, creating a cavernous space that welcomed Dave's cock as if it were meant to be there.
And then, suddenly, I felt a strange sensation, like I was being split in two. A new wave of pain tore through me, accompanied by a sense of overwhelming fullness. I looked down to find Dave's cock buried deep within me, the base pressed firmly against my asshole.
I realized then that I had taken the entirety of his massive length, every inch of it stuffed inside my ass. His cock had rearranged my insides, reconfigured them to fit snugly around his monstrous girth.
In that instant, reality blurred and morphed into a surreal fantasy. The pain, the discomfort, the sheer impossibility of it all faded into the background, leaving only the overwhelming presence of Dave's cock dominating my senses.
I felt...full. So incredibly, mind-bogglingly full. Every fiber of my being was consumed by the sensation of being utterly stuffed, packed to the brim with the largest, most imposing cock I'd ever known. It was a feeling bordering on madness, yet somehow, inexplicably, it stirred something primal within me.
Despite the initial shock and pain, a strange craving began to build, a hunger for more of that incredible, overwhelming sensation. I found myself pushing down harder, desperate to sink even deeper onto Dave's magnificent length, to lose myself entirely in the blissful chaos of being so thoroughly, so magnificently fucked.
With every passing second, the pain subsided, replaced by a warm, pulsating pleasure that radiated from my ass and throughout my entire body. I could feel Dave's cock throbbing within me, each beat sending waves of ecstasy coursing through my veins.
The sensation was indescribable, a symphony of sensations that left me breathless and trembling. My ass clenched involuntarily around Dave's massive cock, squeezing it rhythmically as if begging for more.
As the initial shock subsided, I found myself growing emboldened, urged on by the incredible sensations coursing through my body. Slowly, tentatively at first, I began to lift my hips, pulling myself up along Dave's immense shaft until only the tip remained nestled within my stretched hole.
Then, with a deep breath, I lowered myself once more, sinking down onto his throbbing cock with deliberate intent. The sensation was exquisite, each inch sliding past my rim igniting a fresh surge of pleasure that set my nerves alight.
I repeated the motion again and again, finding a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. Up and down, my muscular body rising and falling, impaling itself on Dave's glorious sheer girth.
With each rise and fall, I could feel my muscles being pulled taut, only to snap back into their original shape moments later. The sensation was maddening, driving me to the brink of insanity with every repetition.
It was strange, bizarre even, how such a violent act could bring forth such intense pleasure. But there was no denying the addictive pull of it, the way my body craved more of that intoxicating rush with every passing second.
My mind whirled with thoughts too chaotic to grasp fully, thoughts that were lost amidst the torrential flood of pleasure that surged through my veins. All I knew was that I couldn't stop, wouldn't stop. Not when the world beyond my own pleasure-seared consciousness held nothing but darkness.
With each downward plunge, I could almost hear Dave's muffled moans beneath the pillow that concealed his face. The idea of him knowing, of experiencing this from his perspective, sent a shiver of excitement coursing through my veins.
What would it be like for him? To wake up, dazed and confused, only to realize that his best friend's father was balls-deep in his massive cock, riding it like some sort of perverse carousel?
But could he really blame me? He was the one who had initiated this twisted dance of pleasure and pain. He was the one who had brutally violated me, tearing open my ass with his monstrous cock, forcing me to ride him like some sort of living fuck toy. He was the one who had awakened these dark desires within me, who had turned me into this insatiable beast that now craved nothing more than to be filled, to be used.
'Yes, this kid was responsible for the man I had become - the strong, muscular family man who now found solace only in swallowing men's cocks, in submitting completely to their every whim and desire. He was responsible for making me take my son's best friend's massive cock in my ass while he slept.'
And so, with renewed vigor, I rode him harder, faster, determined to wring out every last drop of pleasure from our forbidden encounter.
As the minutes ticked by, the room grew thick with the heady scent of sweat and sex. My muscular frame glistened with a sheen of perspiration, each flex of my powerful arms and legs causing my heavy breasts to bounce enticingly.
Dave's massive cock continued to stretch and fill me to the brim, the force of my movements causing it to throb and pulse against my inner walls. I could feel his precum dripping steadily into my bowels, the slickness allowing me to slide up and down his impressive length with ease.
Lost in the haze of pleasure, I let out a low, guttural moan, the sound echoing through the silent bedroom.
Just as the waves of pleasure were cresting, threatening to break upon the shores of my sanity, the door creaked open, casting a bright beam of light across the field of an erotic scene. A voice, deep and confused, echoed through the silence, “Dude, why'd you lock the door?” _ The figure in the doorway stood frozen, the light from his phone illuminating the scene before him.
Time seemed to slow as I locked eyes with the figure standing in the doorway, his mouth agape in shock. For a moment, I thought I might pass out from the sheer horror of realization - that the massive cock I had been riding, sucking, worshiping all night long... was not Dave’s, but belonged to my own son.
The truth hit me like a sledgehammer, crushing my heart and leaving me gasping for air. How could this be? Had I somehow mistaken my own child for another? No, it was impossible...
But the evidence was right before my eyes, Dave was at the door and my son was underneath me
The shock brought me to the brink of collapse, the muscles in my lower abdomen began to tighten involuntarily, squeezing the massive cock buried deep within me. The pulsations caused by this involuntary action only served to intensify the spasms that rippled through the throbbing member, signaling its imminent release.
I felt the first wave of hot cum surge forth, filling me to the brim. It was like when I ever had experienced just with the one at the door before, the feeling of being so completely, utterly filled. Each spurt sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body, pushing me further toward the edge of ecstasy.
But then, my son's small hands gripped tightly onto my ass, I was frozen in place, unable to move despite the overwhelming urge to pull away. His touch, though innocent, only served to amplify the sensations coursing through my body, rendering me immobile and defenseless against the onslaught of his erupting cock.
Each wave of hot cum that surged forth added to the swelling sensation in my belly, making it clear just how much my son had stored up inside himself. I could barely contain the amount of sperm he had released, my stretched-out six-pack abs feeling as if it was about to burst under the pressure. My muscular abdomen strained against the weight of the gallons of cum filling me up, each spurt sending new waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
I tried desperately to find a way out of this compromising situation, my muscles tensing and relaxing in vain attempts to dislodge my son from atop me. But the relentless flow of his cum continued unabated, each spurt triggering another surge of pleasure throughout my quivering body.
The relentless pumping of his hips sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my core, each thrust driving his throbbing cock deeper into my spasming hole. The tight grip of my ass cheeks around his waist anchors him firmly in place, ensuring every inch of his engorged length gets to explore the depths of my inner sanctum.
The sensation is indescribable, a symphony of pleasure conducted by his youthful vigor. Every pulse of his cock against my prostate elicits a chorus of moans, my vocal cords straining to express the exquisite torture I'm enduring.
My mind races, thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm. But all coherent reasoning is lost amid the cacophony of pleasure, drowned out by the incessant pounding of my son's pulsating cock.
And the final remnants of my son's cum trickled out, the realization of what I had done began to sink in. My mind raced, trying to comprehend the enormity of the situation, yet my body still pulsed with the aftershocks of pleasure. I was a mess, covered in sweat and cum, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath.
"Uhm... Dad? What's going on?" The words floated lazily from my son's lips, their innocence cutting through the fog of lust and confusion clouding my senses. As I looked down at his face, illuminated by the faint glow of the light from Dave's Phone, I realized the full extent of what I had done.
His cock slipped free from my ass, the sudden emptiness causing a jolt of discomfort to ripple through my body. With a sigh, I slowly rose to my feet, my legs wobbling slightly beneath me. My heart pounded in my chest, echoing the thunderous rush of blood through my veins, each beat a stark reminder of the madness we had just indulged in.
As I passed Dave, still standing frozen in the doorway, I felt a pang of embarrassment wash over me.
Like a zombie, I stumbled towards the bathroom, leaving behind the carnage of my indiscretion. As the door swung shut behind me, I felt a sense of relief, a brief moment of solitude amidst the chaos. Lying in the bathtub, I stared blankly at the yellow light above, its warm glow casting long shadows across the puddle of cum underneath me.
The smell of my son's cum lingered in the air, a pungent aroma that seemed to permeate every corner of the room. Slowly, I became aware of the warmth spreading through my lower half, a tangible reminder of our twisted escapade. The sensation was oddly soothing, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within my mind.
Slowly, the surrealness of the situation started to sink in. The warmth of my son's semen seeping out of my bloated belly, pooling around me in the tub, served as a constant reminder of the act we had committed.
My limbs felt heavy, my muscles weak. The world outside the confines of the bathtub seemed distant, irrelevant. All I could focus on was the slow trickle of cum pooling around me, a physical manifestation of the debauchery I had indulged in.
