It was finally over,
Steven drove home in a semi-dazed fugue after leaving the attorney's office. His divorce had taken two and a half years but it was done. After his wife of 20 years had been caught In flagrante delicto. Steven had several samples of men's sperm in her panties: she was out of his life.
His car stopped at the highway exit, a Mexican girl was selling flowers. He looked over and asked how much.
"Ten dollars, senor." She said with an accent.
Steve handed her a ten dollar bill, and she handed over a dozen roses. The light turned green and drove home. The neighborhood was the same, but it felt different after years of fighting with his wife. He hit the remote and the garage door opened. Climbing out of the car, he walked into the living room with the flowers.
"Is it finished?" his son asked.
"Yes, done and dead with nail coffins hammered in." Steve replied.
His son was going on thirty, and was standing there in his tight fitting athletic boxers and a cut off muscle shirt, showing off his toned abs. Steven crossed over to him and handed him the flowers.
"For me, daddy?"
"For you, my loverboi," Steven smiled the most genuine smile he had.
He took a rose petal off a flower and lifted Jon's flimsy shirt. He wrapped the rose petal over a nipple and squeezed. Leaning forward, he kissed his son in the mouth, and sighed a sinfully expectant breath as his son grabbed his thickening cock.
"So we can be together," his son also sighed, the sexual tension had been building for years.
"Yes, you are mine now. You are my 'loverboi' and I'm your 'daddy'."
He led Jon to the couch, where an ottoman was pushed up to the edge. He pulled off his skimpy t-shirt, and cupped Jon's erect phallus through his boxers.
"What are you going to do to me?" whispered his boi.
"Anything you or I want!" Steven kissed Jon as he pulled down his boxers.
Jon put his arms over his head as Steven traced a line of kisses down his jawline to his collarbone before kissing and biting his son's nipples.
"Mmmm, so delicious." Jon sighed.
His hands started disrobing his father from his button down shirt and slacks. When he removed his slacks, a 8+ cock popped out, inflamed with lust. It was thick and the veins were engorged.
"This is mine now," Jon said breathlessly.
Steven nudged Jon down to the ottoman, and placed his cock at his son's lips. He shoved it in, and Jon's sinful mouth spread open to take it in. His gag reflex almost stopped him, but he soldiered on. Before he knew it, all 8+ inches were inside his whore mouth. Jon could feel the hairy balls of his father on his chin.
Jon mumbled something.
