Three whole days later and I still couldn't believe what had happened. One minute, my son asked me to put sunscreen on him and the next I was pushing my c*m back in Brad's asshole. I was the worst. I was a horrible human being and father. I had taken advantage of my son. It didn't matter that Brad had seemed to want it just as much. I shouldn't have let things go that far. I shouldn't have let myself give in to my sickest, deepest desire. What could have happened if someone saw us? What if the staff hadn't left? What if Beatrice had come home earlier and decided she wanted to take a swim? There were so many things that could've gone wrong.
But, damn, I had wanted it so badly. I just couldn't help myself. Watching my boy come apart because of what I did to him was unlike anything I'd ever
