Dad’s Dirty Underwear For Sale Pt 2

I wanted to let him in so he could see my stiff cock, hoping he’d succumb to his desires; to drop to his knees and suck it, but I was almost sure he wouldn’t fall for it.
Part 1
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The Sun had started to rise and I was already awake holding Dad’s jockstrap, still starstruck by what happened yesterday, and by how quickly he opened up to me. It shouldn’t have been too surprising considering the incest entries in his browser history, but one can never guess how someone will react when presented a chance to fulfill their taboo fantasies.
I was dying of curiosity to find out what the next steps would be for us, and my limp cock got harder and harder as I imagined numerous scenarios for this morning. Perhaps I could hand him his jockstrap, hold it as he grabs it then push his arm for a kiss? Or even sit with him and just slide it to him above the table with bed eyes. Then I’d fuck him right there. Suck his nipples, fuck his ass. Or I could just wing it, go with the flow.
The time spent on thinking about all the different outcomes made my cock ache to be stroked again. This wouldn’t be the first time I’d cum for Dad since our sexy dance last night. Last night at first I considered cumming on his jockstrap directly, like some sort of tribute, but it was better to preserve Dad’s original scents. No doubt this was for one of his clients, so I was glad I did some QA before shipping. Besides, I have my own order to arrive sooner or later, anyway.
After I came and cleaned my cock with my old cheesy sock, the one I’ve been using for about half a year now without...