Dad's Indecent Proposal: Morning Wood

As the sun filters through the curtains, the sleepy son stretches, his morning wood tenting the sheets. His father, already awake, watches hungrily from the doorway. "Morning, son," he greets, approaching the bed. "You're looking... ripe." The son, still hazy, smirks. "What do you mean, Dad?" His father's hand reaches out, cupping the boy's crotch. "This," he responds, "is what I mean." The son's eyes widen, but he doesn't pull away, his cock throbbing at the taboo touch.

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