Son-in-law 1 (4/4)

One day, after getting out of the pool and eating, I lay down and fell asleep on the couch. I was going back and forth from the living room to the kitchen, clearing the table while the coffee maker was brewing. As I moved the chairs, they made some noise, and he seemed to hear it in his sleep and stirred a bit on the couch. I was afraid I had woken him up, but it seemed like he muttered something under his breath and lay on his back with his legs apart, revealing a considerable bulge under a lightweight athletic shorts.

I felt a sudden pressure under my short pants and retreated to the kitchen. The coffee maker was bubbling, and I tried to erase the image of Lalo lying down with his package clearly visible, as if saying, "Come on, Uncle Sebas, who better than you to enjoy this, godfather?"

I left the tray with my coffee and a cold glass to take a shot. The plan was to sit down and doze off watching the news while the little monster took his nap. But what happened was what would keep me awake on subsequent nights, and I didn't know or want to avoid it. My package was contemplating that young body, all beauty, all energy. I felt my cock asking for permission to grow, freeing itself from the fabric. I touched it gently. It got worse.

It hardened until it hurt. I got up. Standing at a certain distance behind where his head rested, in case he woke up suddenly, I gave myself a wild handjob. I couldn't take my eyes off his feet, his thighs, his nipples... My cum didn't take long to shoot out into the air. I stifled a groan of pleasure, something uncontrollable inside me.

A few small drops of my cum had fallen onto his hair, near the nape of his neck. I cleaned up the cum from the floor, but the cum in his hair dried among his curls.

I went back to the kitchen. I was a mix of shame and excitement. I struggled to shake off, again and again, the question that haunted me every few seconds:

What would his father think if he found out about this?