As the clock strikes twelve, the house is silent, save for the soft creaking of the son's bedroom door. The father, a shell of his former self, enters, his eyes locked onto the sleeping form of his son. The son, roused by his father's presence, watches as the older man slowly undresses, his body trembling with need. The father's cock, thick and heavy, swings free, a testament to his forbidden desire. The son, despite his initial shock, feels a warmth spreading through him, his own cock beginning to stir as he takes in his father's body, now shrouded in the soft moonlight.