When I was a kid, I used to sit on Dad’s lap before going to bed and he’d read me a story. It was my favourite time of day. Now I’m older, I still sit on Dad’s lap before going to bed, and he tells me a story without any words. He makes it clear how much he wants me. How he wants to join me in my bed and pleasure me in all sorts of ways. And I make it clear that I’m all his, and that there’s no need to rush upstairs - he can have me right here on the couch. And the story is - he usually does.
Some Gay Family Erotica thoughts from Fergie Boy