Smoking with dad on the couch turns into us watching silly videos and laughing together, getting a little closer than we have before
Turns into dad feeding me hit after hit, encouraging me with, "you inherited my tolerance, here have another joint. Have another hit, you're not letting go enough, relax baby boy."
Turns into "you look warm, why don't you take your shirt and pants off. I'll do it too. What? No, it's not weird, fathers and sons do this all the time."
Turns into, "I'm sorry, your tits are just sooo easy to play with and daddy needs to stim. You want me to be able to stim right?"
Turns into, "I'm sorry kiddo but I can smell how wet you are. I can't control it. Just let me use your hand. I'm sorry, you just feel too good."
Turns into "I have to cum inside it's the only way to get this out of my system. I'm sorry kiddo, but I'm so pent up, and you want to help your dad right? You want me to feel good right? You make me feel so good baby I'm sorry I can't help myself."
Turns into a nightly ritual where he makes me get higher and higher, using my body to make himself feel good. Luckily, it makes me feel good too.
