From Father to Fucktoy

John’s head was throbbing, work has been stressing him out something awful. His boss has been riding his ass and he’s been under performing. He had begrudgingly started to work longer hours. Which meant less sleep, less time for working out and eating quality food. He’d  put on some weight but was still pretty solid, but there was no escaping the middle-aged man pouch of fat on his abdomen and his hallmark feature a big, pale ass which was formerly firm with some jiggle had gotten softer and fatter with age. His wider set hips became a bit of a complex for him. 

He was driving home, the darkness of the highway was a comforting change from the sterility of the artificial office lights. He was looking forward to getting home, taking a hot shower and crashing on his king sized bed. 

He pulled his car into the driveway and saw his son’s car was also there.  His son, Mark, was a 20 year old college sophomore. Who decided to move in with me while attending university since my place was closer to his campus than his mother’s, my ex-wife. As he  walked up to his front door he spotted out of the corner of my eye a car parked behind his son’s that he had never seen before. The neighborhood was small, and the neighbors rarely had visitors, and surely his son wouldn’t have a visitor this late without a text. He quickly pulled his phone out his pocket and checked for any missed notifications. Nothing. He walked up to the front door already pulling his dress-shirt out of his khakis, hardly able to wait to get out of these clothes. He opened the door and walked into the foyer.

*schlap-schlap-schlap*

He froze as he heard these sounds. They were rhythmic and hollow, the sound of skin slapping on skin. He’d watched enough porn and snagged enough trim in his youth to immediately place the noise. Someone was getting fucked upstairs. Hard. He had briefly discussed with his son that he was allowed to bring company, but under no circumstances was he to bring some girl home to fuck in his room. And his son, to his surprise, was acquiescent. They hadn’t had any incidents since he moved in. 

He was still standing in the doorway as the smacking continued, it was unmistakable, he felt his groin stir and my dick  rise. He hadn’t had sex in years and barely had time to jack himself off. And there his son was, upstairs turning some sluts hole into his personal fucktoy. He pictured some college floozy red-faced and fucked out as her pussy was cored into the mattress cumming over and over again. Like a man possessed he decided he needed to see. Closing the door behind him and quietly placing his briefcase on the kitchen counter he began to make his way upstairs. His dick was the hardest it had been in ages, so much so he had to brace himself walking up the stairs. His son had the first room on the left and as he approached he heard his son moan in time with the thrust, every smack followed by a thick groan. As he approached the door, which was cracked open he heard some grunting, a threesome? The thought of his son and one of his buddies from the baseball team tag teaming some girl from their school in his home should enrage him but he was beyond rational thought at this point.

He poked his head through the door and got the shock of his life, a man who looked to be about his son’s age pummeled into his son. The man’s back was wide and tapered into a firm and muscular ass clenched every time he bottomed out into his son’s ass. His dark skin glistened with sweat as he conquered his son's asshole. 

He should be repulsed, angered, disgusted, but it was so….hot. Watching his son that just looked like a younger version of him getting pummeled sent his dick into overdrive, he felt himself leak in his underwear. Without thinking he pulled his dick out and began stroking, too entranced to worry about being seen. His dick was red with blood and wet with pre.

“Take my fucking dick bitch!”

The black man yelled, continuing to turn his son into his own personal cunt. His assertive voice made his brain go haywire and his eyes rolled back. His son was lying prone on the bed, his pale tan-lined thighs splayed out on the full size bed. He could see where his son’s cunt was stretched around the black dick pile driving him turning him into some squeaking slut. He stroked his rock hard dick like a monkey in the zoo as he burped precum on the wooden hallway floor.

He was so in the zone beating himself off to seeing his son getting fucked his fist knocked into the door. ‘Shit’ he moved himself to the side of the door frame. Just in time for the pounding to stop,

“Did you hear that?” The black man whispered, he couldn’t see them. His son’s words came out breathy and ragged.

“I d-don’t care…please keep fucking me.”

He heard a light smack and a chuckle from the man dominating his first and only born.

“Gonna fill you up with nut”

He heard a bit of shuffling and the rhythmic pounding continued. After a bit he re positioned himself back to be in front of the crack in the door and he nearly blew his load on the spot at the sight. His son was now face down into the mattress at the foot of the bed, his short auburn curls barely covering his forehead as he moaned gruffly into the mattress under him. His ass was in the air and his pale slightly fuzzy cheeks jiggled violently with each of the other man's thrust. His son’s back was flushed and wet with sweat. 

The black man was fucking him doggy style grabbing a fistful of his boys hair as he drilled into his shapely ass. The man's sweat was dripping off of his forehead and onto his son's back. The pounding pace picked up a bit and they were both groaning. 

“Gonna knock you up good.”

The man lifted his head as he pounded harshly and looked directly into the crack on the door. He froze, not moving. He was sure he couldn't see him in the dark of the hallway, but he stared into his soul and licked his lips as he filled his son with his seed.

“AHHHH FUCK! Take my kids…FUCK!” His head rolled up into the ceiling and he came. Without touching himself. A week's worth of cock snot spurting on his son's bedroom door completely handsfree. Before he could tear his eyes away the man had finished depositing his boy and looked back in the crack of the door offering a wink and a wicked grin.

Before he could even process the guilt he shuffled back to his own room further down the hall, pants still under his ass and quietly closed the door, peeled off his soiled work clothes and crashed on the bed, a puddle of exhaustion, confusion and regret.