I anxiously awaited the arrival of my son Jamie with butterflies fluttering in my stomach and sperm cells wriggling in my balls.

It had been ten years. Ten years since his mother caught me masturbating over his crib, spraying creamy white cum over his innocent, helpless little body. Ten years since the divorce. Ten years since I registered as a sex offender. It had also been one year since laws banning sex acts with children were overturned and most sex offenders pardoned as well as one week since my ex-wife's untimely death. After all this time, my now-eleven-year-old son would be returned to me.

My heart (and cock) jumped in excitement as I saw the child services car pull up in front of my house. A man climbed out of the driver's seat and a beautiful blond boy climbed out the front passenger seat. The boy was dressed in a pink T-shirt and denim shorts that showed off his smooth, creamy-white legs.

I opened the door without waiting for them to knock. After filling out some forms, the child services man left me alone with my son. I simply stared at him, not knowing what to say. I simply looked him over. I noticed that he had a respectable bulge underneath his shorts.

"Daddy," said Jamie, "I have to give you this." He pulled from his pocket a silver chain with a key on the end.

"Thanks, son," I said. "What is it?"

"It's the key to my sin-stick," said Jamie.

"Your what?"

"My sin-stick," said Jamie. Without a thought, he unzipped his fly and pulled down his shorts.

What I saw both shocked and aroused me. My son's sizable package was encased in a steel cage that kept it from getting erect.

"Your mother made you wear this?" I asked.

Jamie nodded. "It keeps the Devil from making my sin-stick hard." Jamie looked down at my crotch. "Oh, no! Your sin-stick is getting hard too, Daddy!"

My cock was making a tent in my pajama pants.

"Owww!" said Jamie. As he saw my cock rise, his own cock began growing in sympathy, straining painfully against its metal prison.

My ex-wife had trained Jamie to hate his own body, to be ashamed of his cock, his erections, and his orgasms. I knew that it was my duty to free him from his mother's repression. I unlocked his cage, letting it fall to the ground. His cock sprang to its full seven inches instantly and tears of shame came to my son's eyes.

"Please don't take off my cage, Daddy! My sin-stick..."

"Don't worry, baby. Daddy's going to show you how good sinning can feel. Lie down on the ground." Gale laid himself on the floor, his cock sticking straight up. I put my mouth over it, getting it nice and wet. Gale whimpered in protest.

"Nooo..." Jamie moaned in protest as I began slowly stroking his cock up and down. He writhed and squirmed under my hand but did not have the willpower to pull away.

I sped up my stroking, harder and faster.

"Please don't make me sin, Daddy. Please," Jamie begged as he arched his back, fucking my hand.

"I'm gonna make you sin, baby. Sin all over your pretty little clothes."

"No! Nooo! GOD FORGIVE ME!" Jamie screamed as I made him commit the ultimate sin. The fruit of his sin spurted up from his cock and stained his face, sprayed his hair, and wet his pink T-shirt. Years of repression spurted out of his cock in only a few seconds.

Jamie curled up and began to cry.

"We're not done yet," I said. "Turn over and stick that ass in the air. It's Daddy's turn to sin."