Three things happen: my breath gets shorter, the edge of my shorts rides up my thigh uncovering the head of my penis, and my young innocent eight-year-old son becomes curious as to what I am doing and why I am breathing so hard. He talks to his grandson: “Your daddy has done a good job hasn’t he?” “Unh-huh,” quips my quick son. He sticks my cock into my son’s mouth for him to suckle as my knees give out during an exploding orgasm. Dad is saying what naughty boy I am between slapping my ass cheeks and thrusting his huge member into me, and my boy is wiggling and moaning in ecstasy. His eyes light up in curiosity. He curiously watches me masturbate. His whole body stiffens, yet he grinds ever so slightly at my finger, encouraging me. Loving the feeling and the thought of my dad fucking me, I continue my cock sucking work in earnest. He curiously watches me masturbate. The sun warms my blood and gives me that familiar itch between my legs. His hand is so small and cool. “Oh, yes,” comes the reply. His whole body stiffens, yet he grinds ever so slightly at my finger, encouraging me. See? I like that!” he grunts as he grinds hard against my finger.
