You decide that it is definitely time to restore some energy. So you actually pull out, even if you are reluctant. Your dick still hard and oozing cum, but that was normal. You get up and pat your son on the head, "you did good Boy that was hot." You chuckle as you make your way out of the room and then down the stairs to the kitchen. Time to make some food, you decide to make some chili. It actually takes a fair amount of work and you make it from scratch. It was an odd moment of clarity perhaps where an aspect of your old self... your original self; which you unfortunately didn't remember shined through. You were cooking and cooking was something you liked doing and you put love into your work on a meal. The boy comes down the stairs looking properly fucked and he stops at the arch into your kitchen watching you. You smile at him and thumb your hard dick at him, but other then that you stay to your work. He seems amused and interested and sits at the table watching quietly until you finish.
"I didn't know that you liked to cook," he states when you bring the food over to the table.
"Yeah ... cooking has always been a thing for me," you state as you stroke your dick over his bowl of chili. Soon you are adding the special extra ingredient you add to all his meals; before going around the table and sitting down before your own bowl. "Let it cool first, it's pretty hot." You take your time to relax and you make some small talk over the food. You begin to eat and finish shortly after. You get up and relax as you make your way towards the couch and take a lie down. Your son is more than happy to rest on your chest with your dick laying over his body like a blanket of a sort throbbing against him and leaking onto his upper back. You end up napping there for a couple of hours and then when you wake up your Son is over you again leaning back getting ready with some new magic.