David PovI sit up, and that's when I see my torn shirt on the floor, and clothes scattered everywhere. The memories come crashing down. The heat, the shame, the desperate moans. My eyes widen in a silent scream. I look down, and my dick is already hard, a betrayal of my disgusted mind.Fuck.I scrambled for my jeans, putting it on and it all came rushing back: the knock on the door, the boy with the wild eyes, the taste of his mouth. It was a mistake. How could I have done this to Maya, my own daughter, what kind of father am I?This is a catastrophic, career-ending, life-altering mistake. I looked at the living room, at the rumpled sheets on the couch where we had fallen. He was still asleep, his body curled into a ball, his face a picture of innocent vulnerability. For a brief, terrifying moment, I felt a tremor in my chest, a foreign warmth I had long since buried. It was a feeling I hadn't allowed myself in decades, the pure, unadulterated desire to protect someone. But that
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