A son’s desire becomes his mother’s desire and more
Jacob Harris woke up a little after 8:00 a.m. He yawned, stretched, scratched his balls, and then threw the covers back to appreciate his morning erection, big and thick with the veins bulging, full of blood. But, of course, he had to pee. His “morning wood” wasn’t about sex so much and the name he’d heard his father call it—a piss hard—seemed appropriate because after he’d manage to take that long morning piss his cock would be flaccid, or nearly so. He yawned again, got out of bed and headed for the hall bathroom. He didn’t bother putting on any … Read more