My 10 year old son gave me a footjob

The sun was beginning to set as I sat on the porch, enjoying the cool breeze after a long day at work. My mind was filled with the stress of the day, and I longed for something to take my mind off of it. That’s when I heard the soft pitter-patter of little feet coming my way.
My young son, a cute and innocent boy, came running towards me. His dark hair was tousled and his blue eyes were shining with excitement. He smiled up at me and I couldn’t help but smile back. His small feet were bare, and I couldn’t help but notice how soft and small they looked. He was always a little self-conscious about them, but to me they were perfect in every way.
“Daddy, do you want to play with me?” he asked, his voice filled with enthusiasm.
“Of course, buddy,” I said, patting the chair next to me. “Sit with me for a while.”
He jumped onto the chair and snuggled close to me. I placed my arm around his small, slender shoulders and he leaned into me. As we sat there, watching the sun dip below the horizon, I felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over me. My son’s presence was always a comfort to me, and I cherished these moments we had together.
After a while, my son’s feet started to wander. Without thinking, he gently rested his small, soft soles on top of my lap. I couldn’t help but notice how smooth and delicate they looked, and a surge of unexpected desire rushed through me. His toes were like little pieces of heaven, and a sudden image of them wrapped around my cock flashed through my mind. I shook my head, trying to dispel the inappropriate thought, but it lingered there, taunting me.
Before I could stop myself, I found my hand gently brushing against the arch of his feet, feeling the softness of his skin underneath my touch. My son giggled, his eyes flickering with curiosity.
“What are you doing, Daddy?” he asked, his innocent voice bringing me back to reality.
“I… I’m sorry, son,” I stammered, pulling my hand away. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
He looked up at me, and I could see the confusion in his eyes. I would never want to do anything to make him feel uncomfortable, but the urge to touch those soft, beautiful feet was overpowering. I had to find a way to control myself.
But as I struggled with my inner turmoil, my son shifted in his seat, his small feet brushing against my thigh. I could feel a stirring in my pants, and I knew I had to put an end to this before things got out of control.
Just as I was about to get up and walk away, my son’s small hand reached out and placed itself on top of mine. His touch was warm and reassuring, and I found myself unable to resist it. I looked down at him, and I saw the longing in his eyes.
“Daddy, please don’t leave,” he said softly. “I want to make you feel better. Let me help you.”
I was taken aback by his words, and I was about to protest, but then I saw the determination in his eyes. He had a look of innocence and purity that baffled me, yet there was something else there too, something that made my heart race with anticipation.
With trembling hands, I let my son guide my hand back to his soft soles. His skin was warm and inviting, and I could feel the tension in my body slowly slipping away. My son’s touch was like a balm to my weary soul, and I found myself relaxing into the sensation, giving in to the pleasure that was slowly building within me.
Before I knew it, my son’s small toes were dancing along the length of my cock. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before, and I found myself gasping at the overwhelming pleasure that was coursing through me. His small, delicate feet knew just how to touch me, and I was lost in the ecstasy of it all.
I wrapped my son���s small feet around my cock, and he started to move up and down, his toes working their magic on me. The feeling was indescribable, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a shuddering breath, I released myself, and I felt the incredible release of the best orgasm of my life.
As I sat there, my son nestled close to me, I realized that his small, soft soles had given me the gift of salvation. In that moment, I knew that I would always cherish and value the beauty and innocence of his small feet, and the unconditional love that he had for me.

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