“Dad,” I called out, barging into his room on a Sunday morning. “Mom says the pancakes are almost … HOLY FUCK.”
“Quiet, son. Keep it down,” Dad hushed me. “I don’t want your mother to know I’m rubbing one out in here.”
“Uh … OK,” I nodded, frozen in place, staring at my dad’s raging boner. I’d seen him soft getting out of the shower countless times, but never hard in his full glory. Dad stared up at me, his eyes locked on me. You could cut the tension with a knife.
“Do you … Do you wanna … ,” Dad began to stammer, but I cut him off.
“Fuck, YES,” I exclaimed diving down on the bed and taking his big cock all the way down my throat.
“Fuuuck,” Dad exhaled, his head rolling back as I slobbered on his big dick. “Have you been sucking cock back at school?”
“Yeah. Just a few fraternity brothers,” I admitted, licking his balls and then returning my attention to his cock.
“Shit,” Dad exclaimed. “I’d say it was more than just a few, judging by your skill. Fuck, boy. I’m gonna bust. Oh … SHIT … FUCK,” he grunted into his balled-up fist, trying not to elicit Mom’s attention.
“Damn, Dad,” I exclaimed, swallowing the last of his cum. “You shoot a big load.”
“I certainly do,” he laughed, drying his wet cock on the sheet. “You best get downstairs before your mother suspects anything. I’ll be right down for breakfast.”
“Oh … Dad,” I paused, my hand on the door jam. “Just so you know … I also take it up the ass.”
“Fuck, son,” Dad exclaimed, his softening cock coming back to life again. “You’re mother has a hair appointment later today. Plan on riding this cock for me, like a good boy.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, my hole twitching in eager anticipation.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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