My Father, the Slut

It was late evening. Zackary, a young and not-so-innocent lad, was relaxing on his bed, reading a filthy book stolen from his father's nightstand, when suddenly, his perverted concentration was broken by a muffled sound. It came from the wall behind him, his father's room. He then heard it again. Concentrating, he identified it as low-pitched moaning, unmistakably sexual. He silently got off his bed, tippy-toed over to his bedroom door, and peeked his head out, delighted to discover his father's door ajar. With a devious smile, he quietly snuck over and carefully gazed through the crack in the door.

It was a glorious sight: his father relaxed like a king as the hot little number between his spread-out legs pleasured his babymaker with her mouth. The melodic combination of his father's masculine moans and her dedicated sucking was better than any cassette Zackary owned. He could have stood there all night but only observed for a few minutes, then quietly returned to his bedroom, avoiding the likelihood of being caught peeping.

Zackary returned to his bed, laid back, and closed his eyes, focusing on his dad's muffled moans of pleasure through the wall. He placed his arms behind his head and spread his legs apart, imitating his father. He pondered what it felt like to get sucked off. What felt better: giving or receiving head? He'd seen his father do both countless times; he'd seen his father do practically everything.

To put it simply, Zackary's father was a total slut. He wasn't great at hiding it, either. Luckily, Zackary was all for it. Why wouldn't he be? Sneaking peeks of his dad fuck, getting fucked, and everything in between was the hottest thing to Zackary.

Zackary's cock swelled to full mast, hearing his father's moans get louder. He slid his hand into his pajama pants and stroked his throbbing cock, fantasizing about all the times he's peeped on his father. He thought about when his father was spit roasted by two muscle hunks, taking their cocks and loads like a bitch in heat. He then thought about when his father had two women with him, one on his cock and the other on his mouth. He stroked faster, thinking of when he saw his father get rimmed by a woman. His father's muffled moans got even louder, clearly on the brink of climax. Zackary stroked faster, wanting to cum simultaneously with his father.

"Oh, fuck!" Zackary hears through the wall behind him. The image of his father shooting his hot load down her throat was vivid in his mind as he released ropes of hot sticky cum all over his pajama top and face. Zackary was just as much a perv as his father was a slut. And he wouldn't have it any other way.