A Good Scrub

Mira woke up late the next morning. Her brain was still addled from the day before. Had she really jerked off Walter? She heard the master shower going. She brightened up. Perhaps Douglas's trip had been cut short. She stripped off her shorts and panties. Her long, thick brown cock was already perked at the thought of Douglas being home.

They had a large, marbled, walk-in shower that was one of Mira's favorite parts about the house. It was filled with steam, and she could barely see an inch in front of her, but that was how Douglas preferred it. She used a hair clip to secure her hair tightly behind her and stepped over the threshold ... to find Walter.

"Oh my God ... Walter?" Mira said, her knees buckling. He turned slowly and stiffly. His cock was just as large and menacing as it was yesterday. He looked down to see Mira, fully erect.

"Mira ... someone's happy to see me," he chuckled. "I knew you were a ladyboy. I've spent enough time there to know, that is for sure. I'm sorry I borrowed your shower. After I got some rest yesterday, I felt okay enough to take a shower, but the guest shower is broken, and I didn't want to go downstairs and fight the kids for theirs."

"I'm sorry," Mira said, gritting her teeth. "Douglas was supposed to fix that."

"Oh, it's quite alright," Walter said amiably. "But since you're here, please wash my feet."

Mira just stared at him for a long moment, considering. Well, it wasn't his fault he was in here. She sighed, dropping down to her knees reluctantly. He had big feet, bigger than Douglas. She soaped them up, cupping the hot water.

"And my legs," he commanded next. She looked up at him. Part of her wanted to run away ... but ... he was so authoritative. And she was built to obey. She took the loofah, soaping up his thighs, and then soaping up his ass.

"Does my son have a better body than me?" Walter asked nonchalantly. Mira said nothing, skipping over his groin to soap up Walter's abs.

"I asked you a question, Mira," he reminded her.

"N-no," Mira stuttered.

"You address me as Sir," Walter said pointedly.

"Yes, Sir," Mira said. Walter smirked, looking down.

"At least someone is standing at attention," he said. Mira looked down, at her cock, leaking pearls of precum onto the marble flooring of the shower. He reached down, rubbing his cock, and almost as if he was a magician, the old thick snake rose to attention. Mira recoiled further down on her knees.

"Kiss it," he ordered simply. She shook her head, but her hand slid up, wrapping around his meaty cock, her thumb naturally reaching down to rub the underside of the head.

"Is my son bigger?" Walter asked. Mira bit her lip.

"No," she said, barely a whisper.

"Suck it," Walter commanded. She felt like she was in some sort of trance state again, like it was a dream. She kissed from his heavy nutsack up to the angry purple tip of his fuckpole, then coating the shaft in her slick drool. Then she reached around, grabbing his freshly soaped up hips, looking up at him with her soft brown eyes as she pushed her mouth down on his cock. He watched her struggle with him for a few minutes before holding her tight and pushing forward a step. His big cock was fully engorged now, gripping Mira's skull as he started to fuck her. Now with nowhere to go and with him holding all the leverage, Mira could merely push against Walter's chest as he throat fucked her. She gagged loudly, his balls slapping her chin, until he finally fed her his thick, rich seed. He tugged her up, showing her just how strong he was, then wrapped his hand around her fully erect cock.

"You're my pet now," he whispered into her ear. She nodded frantically, as he tapped into her submissive core. "You'll do what I say, when I say it. Now ... I want you to .... CUM," he growled, tugging on her spasming prick, as she had the biggest orgasm she could ever remember, in the shower with her fiance's dad.