It was around 5am when I went to the kitchen so hydrate my dry throat, as you would. But like I do sometimes, I once again did this with a morning wood inside my boxer briefs.

After a downed a glass of water, dad came in the kitchen. He was about to leave for work, wearing casual clothes. We exchanged "heys". He quickly looked at my tent before looking the other way. I didn't bother to hide my wood.

He walked past me and opened the fridge. He bent down and rummaged its contents. Seconds later, he peered behind from the fridge's door to ask me where the jam was.

I approached him, and he stepped slightly back to give me space. Still sporting a hard on, I bent down next to him, searched for that bottle of jam, then stood up again to hand him the bottle.

It turned me on that not only did my dad see me half-naked and hard, but his horny son was also within touching distance.

The thought that I was showing him how much I've grown aroused me. And the fact my CMNM kink kicked in, too.

I like to imagine the physical ways he'd show me how much he's proud of his grown creation — while he's clothed while I bare it all.

I also fantasize of jacking off, sitting on the dinner table, with my dad watching me just a feet away, standing up, fully dressed, arms crossed, with eyes locked on me.