see anything ― especially as he was wearing a leather cap. He was in
leather shorts just like mine, but clearly open at the front; no top on,
but such a clear air of a Dom that even from behind and at a distance I
could se.
The sub was moaning in delight, as I got closer I saw that he had tit
clamps on ― I loved using those on subs ― the Dom would keep grabbing
them and pulling on them as he fucked him. To get a better view I started
to go round the side of them, and that' s when I saw him.
The Dom had seemed familiar, and now I saw why ― it was Andrew, my own
son Andrew was here fug a sub in a BDSM club. I couldn' t move, all I
could do was watch.
His body was amazing, we' d always been quite a servative family and so I
hadn' t seen his body since we last went on holiday together over five years
ago. Not an ounce of fat on him, well-toned muscles all over him. My eye
drifted downwards, most of it was hidden ihe sub' s arse ― but
there was clearly a large thick cock there too. From the he sub was
making it was a good length, and Andrew knew how to use it.
I was transfixed.
Eventually Andrew pulled out, went round to the sub' s mouth and shot his
load. As he walked I saw the full beauty of his man-hood; it must have been
over 8 ihe subs around all gazed at him as he walked, and a good
few of the Doms too ― myself included.
Then I thought, was I perving over my own son? Did I really get turned on
watg him fuck a sub?
Suddenly I was desperate to get out of there. I found Guy, he was getting
on well with a Dom, and so I left him to enjoy the night. Once bae, I
dashed to my room, ripped off the Dom outfit and just lay in
bed. Eventually I fell asleep, and had my first wet-dream since I was about
16 ― I was thinking about Andrew all of the time, dreaming of his cock
pound