The son puts the screws on

"Dad?"

The voice sounded familiar. It was my son. I didn't answer. He said again, "Daaaad? Are you there?"

I heard him walk away. I closed my eyes. I felt so dirty. So wrong. I put the panties in my drawer. They didn't belong in there anyway. I went to sleep.

***

The next morning I woke up feeling terrible. I had dreams about fucking my son. About being fucked by my son. I was turned on all night, and now I had a huge erection.

I masturbated while showering. I just needed to get rid of this feeling. I took care of it quickly, then tried to forget everything that happened last night. It wasn't going very well though.

After getting dressed, I walked into the kitchen to see my son sitting at the table, eating breakfast. I almost dropped my coffee mug.

He looked like a little girl. With his hair pulled back, he actually did look cute. I had never seen him like this before.

"Good morning dad," he said.