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“As my sweet, sexy son and I entered the shower stall, I couldn’t help but notice that Asher hadn’t once taken his eyes off of me since I had arrived home. Honestly, I felt like the luckiest dad alive because these days, Asher doesn’t make any bones about his attraction to me.
As we stood underneath the refreshing warmth of the shower spray, it was clear as day that Asher liked what he saw as he gazed at my wet body. His lust was confirmed by the look of giddiness in his eyes when I flexed my beefy pecs for him—which he always eventually begs me to do when I have my shirt off. I feel the same way about touching his tattooed body, tracing its firm musculature, kneading it till it yields.
With a look of pure love and adoration, Asher went in for a kiss. My son and I have always been close, and so I fully acknowledge the fact that he looks up to me—he always has. But things have changed in the best way possible. Asher didn’t just look up to me, he wanted me.”