The scent of Dad's aftershave fills the room as he slides into bed next to his son, his heart pounding with anticipation. He leans in, his breath hot on his son's ear, "You know why I'm here, don't you?" Son nods, his cock already hard, tenting the sheets. Dad's hand slips under the waistband of his son's pajamas, wrapping around his cock, stroking it slowly, torturously. Son bites his lip to keep from moaning, his own hand reaching for Dad's cock, their bodies writhing together in the dark, their secret love affair a dance of lust and taboo.