"Hello? Ah yes dear, I was just calling to see when you would get home." I spoke to my wife on the phone. "Another week in New York? Well, I'll see you later. Bye honey." I hung up the phone as I parked the car in front of my house.
As I got out of my car and started walking up to my front door. I could have sworn that I heard faint moaning from the neighbors house, but I must've been imagining it. I heard the shower running as I entered the house, I guess my son of eighteen years is in there. This gives me an open window to jack off since the wife hasn't been home for a month. I haven't done it in weeks and I nearly creamed my pants today in the office when my boss squeezed his tight ass against my cock to get by in a tight spot. I'm certain he felt my dick, but he didn't say anything. I was tenting my pants just thinking it. I know I shouldn't be. But I am.
If he had just gotten in the shower, that should give me about 45 minutes to jack off, because I'm certain he's cumming in the shower.
Sometimes I sneak up to his room while he's showering to steal a old pair of his underwear to jack off too, his musk smells so good. And that's what I'm doing right now.
Clothes line the floor all the time, and this time was no different. I picked up a pair of used underwear with noticeable Previn stains, slid my solid cock out of my pants right there in his room and started pumping away. Moaning with not a care in the world. Bringing the sweaty damp cloth to my face, and down to rub my cock. But I stopped when I noticed something glistening on the windowsill. I quickly shoved my cock back in my pants, though at an awkward angle for sure, and made my way to the window.
Cum.
It was cum that was glistening on the sill. My sons cum. And I know what he was looking at when he orgasmed.
The neighbor and his boy were lying naked in what looked like piss soaked sheets. I put his underwear back and waited for him to exit his bathroom.
As time passed, I got increasingly impatient, horny, and... well, just EXTREMELY horny. I touched my finger to his cum, still warm. My sons batter. The slightly bittersweet smell entered my nose as I brought it to my lips. The taste sent my body into slight convulsions. I groaned, and my cock seemed to get a little stiffer.
"Daddy? What are you doing in my room?"
"Colben, I was just coming to tell you that your mother won't be in for what looks like another week," I paused and turned to the window. "Until, I saw something wet and sticky over here on the window."
He looked horrified, covering his groin, even through the towel around his tiny waist covered his manhood. His chest, glistening with water on his faint hair, was raising rapidly as he breathed harder.
