This shouldn’t have happened.
Perhaps none of it should have happened. Fucking his son was bad enough, but Archie had made it clear right from the outset that it could only ever be about sex. A few months of fun, giving the lad some lessons with the help of his brother, Harry’s Uncle Jack.
But then his wife had to go away for a few days, and Archie just couldn’t resist. At least he had the decency not to sleep in the marital bed, but he spent the night with his son. They fucked like rabbits for hours on end then exhausted they feel asleep, Harry cradled in his dad’s arms, using that manly chest for a pillow.
And now it’s morning.
Archie knows his son is looking at him, admiring him , desiring him, loving him far too much, in a wrong and dangerous way. But he feels such happiness knowing all that. And he feels even happier when the sheets are pulled back and his morning glory is exposed.
“I suppose you’ll want to ride that,” Archie sleepily moans. “Give it a suck first, then shove it up your arse. We might as well start the day how we mean to go on. I’ll give Jack a call and he can join us a bit later, but right now I want this all for ourselves.”
It shouldn’t have happened, but Archie’s glad that it did. You can see that yourself - Archie Maxwell is one very content man, thrilled to be giving his son a… FAMILY EDUCATION