Tyler didn't need my encouragement no more. With my smaller body wrapped tightly around his, my son was totally in control. I could feel his hips rumbling against me. I could feel my son's cock slipping in and out of me wildly. Tyler didn't have much rhythm, but he made up for that in his excitement. I could feel his balls slapping hard and full against my asshole as he rocked against me.

As incredible as that feeling was, it wasn't everything. Just feeling of the weight of my son's body against me, the writhing of his muscles and the slickness of his sweat was amazing. My arms and legs...