Devotional Deluge: Cumming for Father
In the confines of their small home, a devout son tended to his father's every need. One evening, as he massaged his father's aching shoulders, he felt a stirring against his thigh. His father, lost in his thoughts, didn't notice the son's growing erection. The son's mind raced, his thoughts tainted by forbidden desires. He imagined his father's hands not on his shoulders, but exploring his body. He imagined his father's breath not on his neck, but on his cock. He imagined his father's cum not on his back, but in his mouth. His fantasies grew too real, his desires too strong. He turned, his father's eyes meeting his. There was no judgment, no shock, only understanding. The son leaned in, his lips capturing his father's, his tongue seeking entry. His father groaned, his hands pulling the son closer, his body responding to the son's silent tribute.