I was so far gone, so completely transfixed by simply touching my son, that I didn’t even question it. I slid my thumbs inside his shorts and started rubbing slow circles on the top of Brad’s ass cheeks.
“Slide my shorts down a little, Dad.” My brain came to a screeching halt. “That’s where I’m sore the most,” Brad said and wiggled his ass as if I didn’t understand what he was talking about.
That’s where he was sore the most? His ass? I had no idea what was going on or how we had ended up in this situation, but I didn’t really care. Not anymore. My d**k was tenting my own shorts so hard it hurt, and it made all my decisions for me at that moment. ‘f**k it,’ I thought, and lowered Brad’s shorts all the way down, exposing his perfect ass and his balls. I shuddered at the sight.
After anot
