Suddenly, Paul heard an unearthly roar that rumbled through the air like thunder.
"Oh my God!" Paul exclaimed. He saw his son, Don, enter the room. Don looked like a mountain. He looked as if his height could be measured in miles!
"Guess no one is home," Don said. He pulled his father's bedroom door closed and latched it.
"What's he doing?" Paul wondered.
Don made his way to the desk. He sat down in the chair and reached for the mouse to his father's computer. He moved the mouse, almost rolling it over his teeny father in the process.
"Don! I'm here! It's your dad! Help!" Paul screamed.
But, now reduced to a size where even insects were giants, Paul could not hope to be heard.
So, he tried to think of another means to get Don's help.
At the same time, Don had logged online and surfed to his favorite porn site.
A minute later, he had unzipped his jeans and pulled out his semi-erect cock. With one hand, he began to fondle himself.
Paul had started a trek across the desktop toward the towering computer and his even more imposing son. Paul had decided to get closer to Don.
Don kept his free hand hovering near the mouse. Paul headed in that direction.
Suddenly, Don took a break and began to look for some other photographs. He lowered his hand, palm first, on the desktop.
Paul realized what was happening when the immense shadow engulfed him. He screamed as the colossal hand descended on top of him.
Somehow, he managed not to get crushed. But, Don's hand was sticky from sweat. When he lifted his hand to return to his business at hand, his tiny father went with him.
"Oh no!" Paul bellowed as he realized where the hand was headed. His son's cock towered like some ancient obelisk.
Don wrapped his hand around his cock and continued to stroke.
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