My son Manuel

I felt guilty, I felt terrible, I was nervous, but the next night when Rodger was passed out on the couch in front of the TV (I knew he would wake up and come to bed later), I went up to the bathroom where I knew Manuel was taking his shower. I took a deep breath, opened up the door, and stepped inside.

When Manuel saw me, he gave me a big grin. He has such a sexy smile. He swept back the shower curtain, giving me an unobstructed view. He lathered up, not missing any chance to show off his beautiful body. I watched silently as he rinsed and washed his hair. As I looked on, his penis swelled into a proud erection. I thought his penis looked delicious. It was bigger than his fathers’, but not so big that it looked scary. It looked like it would fit perfectly inside me. I blushed deeply at that thought. The head was a deep red and purple; his testicles hung heavily below. He stepped out of the tub, dripping wet, and grabbed his towel. I was so close, I could have reached out and touched his bobbing penis. Slowly, sexily, he dried himself off as I watched and drooled. It was like being in my own private male strip club.