Daddy’s Little Butt Boy

I saw Bobby stroking his hard cock. It was at least as long as mine and even fatter. The thick head was dark red with a gaping piss hole.
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My son Bobby moved in with me as soon as he graduated from high school. His mother and I had divorced when he was 10 and even he, at the time, agreed that it was best he live with her.
Not to put too fine a point on it and with all bias intended, my ex-wife is a total cunt. During the years Bobby lived with her their relationship deteriorated to the point that they barely acknowledged each other in the same room. So, when he showed up at my door the day after graduating with all of his belongings, I was hardly surprised.
I had a spare bedroom and he moved right in. He was taking a few months off and then intending to enroll in online classes. I’m sure he deserved a vacation after his life beforehand.
What can I tell you about the two of us? We’re similar in appearance, both around 6 feet tall. We both have dark hair, almost black, and blue eyes. I make regular visits to the gym so even at age 42 I’m in great shape if I do say so myself. Bobby inherited my build and my metabolism so he’s the slimmer version of me. I have a heavy beard growth and a hairy body. From what I could tell, Bobby never had to worry about 5 o’clock shadow like me and he didn’t have chest hair sprouting from his neckline.
So, the first few weeks, we mainly saw each other at meal times and the weekend. Moving to a new town hadn’t fazed him, it seemed. From what I could tell, he spent most of his...