When I woke up this morning, I realized right away that my son Marcus was already up and out of bed. I had originally thought that I would awaken to find the pale, dark-haired beauty still wrapped in my arms from last night’s explosive lovemaking. I didn’t dwell on his absence—I rose from the bed, threw a shirt and pants on, and made my way barefoot into the kitchen. I found Marcus at the breakfast table, silently eating his usual early morning meal. However, instead of the sunny, bright-eyed chatterbox that I always had experienced my son to be, he now seemed to be deep in serious thought. You see, it had started to become clear to me that as our newly-formed sexual relationship continued that Marcus had grown more insecure. He would get downright pensive sometimes when I would leave the house to run an errand or hang out with a friend. And when I would return home, Marcus would be visibly relieved, as though he’d been pacing back and forth while I was away. I could tell that he was probably worried that I might bring someone home. Honestly, he could also get a little chilly with me when I even glanced at another guy. I knew that I needed to try and do a better job at reassuring my son that not only is he the light of my life, but the only boy I want. Period. And you know, actions speak louder than words. So, as I quietly sat next to my son at the table, I decided that I would show Marcus just how badly I desired him…and only him. But my son also seemed to need a subtle lesson on the reality that I, too, have feelings. So as I sipped my coffee, I casually mentioned the fact that I truly wished that he and I could wake up in each other’s arms more often. That I would actually really like that. The look on my precious son’s face just about killed me. His eyes briefly welled with tears, and his armor fell. Marcus explained that although there had really not been any issues since he began living here with me, he nonetheless worried that I thought he was in the way. The boy also confessed that although he didn’t want to come off as jealous, he honestly was troubled by the imagined possibility that, sexually, he was just another fling to his dad. My heart broke in a million pieces. I realized that I’d really screwed up here. My casualness and seeming lack of exclusive interest had gotten to his sweet little head. Big time. I needed to get this situation remedied and put his insecurity to rest. I pushed my coffee aside, rose from the table, and knelt down before my son. I took his hands and looked deep into his eyes as I declared my love and dedication to him—and only him. He was my guy, my universe, my everything. Marcus solemnly considered this for a moment. Then, with a hint of sudden trepidation, he inquired if I wanted to have other guys over to spend the night. I chuckled gently and patiently, then sighed with feign exasperation. Of course I didn’t want to sleep with anyone else! Marcus smiled brightly for the first time in what felt like a long time. His eyes were filled with love again. So, I kissed him. And praise the sweet angels above, he kissed me back! The rest of breakfast time was not spent finishing off our meal. Instead, my hearty appetite was finally satisfied only after devouring the delectable meat of my boy. Marcus got so loud with his moaning that at one point I thought the neighbors might hear! My son seemed to especially love it when, after I’d engorged myself deep inside his tasty twink hole, I spun the breathless boy around and pushed him up against the kitchen wall. His eyes got real wide when he turned his head and saw my nearly footlong, throbbing cock approaching to impale him. I spat in my hand and slicked up my bobbing man-pole. My son was nearly begging me at this point to please, please put that daddy-meat inside of him. Once I was in my boy, we almost immediately found our hips, ourselves, moving in unison. As our fuck rhythm intensified, so did our cries of pleasure and delight. Marcus gripped the kitchen door frame and trilled with excitement as, with one last manic thrust, I delivered the hottest, sweetest cum shot of my life deep within him. Marcus trembled in my arms as I collapsed over him and held my exquisite son tightly to me. I kissed him all over his shoulders, neck and back as we both very, very slowly came down from our high. I gently pulled out of him so that I could enjoy watching the oozing creme of my orgasm drip out of his well-fucked boy hole. I couldn’t help but grin when I realized that this wouldn’t be the last good morning like this