Continue to explore Amanda's body in private

Once home, Luke made sure Jessica was tucked into bed, her eyes heavy with sleep, her face peaceful and content.

He quietly closed her door and made his way to his parents room, his heart pounding with anticipation. He stood in front of the full-length mirror, his reflection staring back at him with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He saw Amanda, the famously known MILF, her light brown hair cascading down her shoulders, her blue eyes sparkling with life, her body a testament to her status as a soccer mom, with huge breasts, wide hips, and a generous ass.

Luke reached up, his hands cupping his breasts, feeling their weight, their softness. He ran his thumbs over the nipples, feeling them harden under his touch. A soft gasp escaped his lips, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He could feel the warmth spreading between his legs, the dampness growing in his panties.

He slipped the straps of the sundress off his shoulders, the fabric sliding down his body, pooling at his feet. He stood there, clad only in a black lace bra and matching panties, his body a vision of mature femininity. He could see the desire in his eyes, the hunger, the need.

He reached behind him, unhooking the bra, his breasts spilling free, the cool air of the room causing his nipples to harden further. He cupped them again, his fingers kneading the soft flesh, his thumbs circling the hardened peaks. He could feel the pleasure building, the heat intensifying, the dampness in his panties growing.

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his panties, slowly sliding them down his legs, revealing the neatly trimmed triangle of hair at the apex of his thighs. He stepped out of them, his eyes never leaving his reflection, his breath coming in soft pants.

He ran his hands over his body, his fingers tracing the curves, the dips, the valleys. He could feel the softness of his skin, the firmness of his muscles, the heat of his desire. He let his hands wander lower, his fingers brushing against the soft curls of his pubic hair, the warmth of his pussy.

He parted his lips, his fingers slipping inside, the wetness coating his digits. He let out a soft moan, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through him. He began to move his fingers, slowly at first, then faster, his thumb circling his clit, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

He could feel the pleasure building, the heat intensifying, the pressure growing. He could feel the walls of his pussy clenching around his fingers, the muscles tensing, the orgasm approaching. He threw his head back, his eyes closed, his body trembling with the **** of his release.

He cried out, his voice a mix of pleasure and surprise, the sound echoing through the room. He rode out the waves of his orgasm, his fingers slowing, his body relaxing, his breath returning to normal.

He opened his eyes, his reflection staring back at him, a soft smile playing on his lips. He had never felt anything like that before, never experienced such intense pleasure, such raw desire. He knew that he wanted more, that he needed more.

Just then, he heard the sound of the front door opening, the jingle of keys, the soft thud of the door closing. His eyes flew open, his heart pounding in his chest. He quickly grabbed the red sundress from the floor, holding it in front of him like a shield. He heard footsteps approaching, the sound of his father's voice calling out, "Amanda? Are you home?"

Luke hesitated for a moment, his mind racing. Then, taking a deep breath, he called out, "Yes, I'm upstairs. I'll be down in a minute."

He heard his father's footsteps on the stairs, the sound of his approach sending a thrill of fear and excitement through him. He quickly dropped the dress, his body on full display as his father entered the room.

His father stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of his wife, naked, her body flushed with arousal. "Amanda," he breathed, his voice filled with desire. "You look... incredible."

Luke smiled, his heart pounding in his chest. "Thank you," he said, his voice a perfect mimic of Amanda's. "I was just... exploring. I didn't expect you home so early."

His father smiled, a slow, sexy grin that sent a shiver down Luke's spine. "I can see that," he said, his eyes roaming over Luke's body, lingering on his breasts, his hips, his pussy. "And I must say, I like what I see."

He began to undress, his hands moving quickly, his clothes falling to the floor in a heap. Luke watched, his eyes wide with anticipation, his body aching with desire. His father was a handsome man, his body muscular and toned, his cock large and hard. Luke felt a rush of wetness between his thighs, his body responding to the sight of his father's naked form.

His father walked over to him, his hands reaching out to cup Luke's breasts. Luke gasped, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through him. His father leaned down, his mouth capturing Luke's in a passionate kiss. Luke melted into the kiss, his body pressing against his father's, his hands roaming over his father's muscular back.

His father broke the kiss, his mouth trailing down Luke's neck, his hands moving to Luke's hips. He spun Luke around, pushing him gently onto the bed. Luke fell back, his body bouncing softly on the mattress, his legs spreading wide to reveal his wet, eager pussy.

His father knelt down in front of him, his hands spreading Luke's thighs even wider. He leaned in, his tongue finding Luke's clit, his lips sucking gently. Luke gasped, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He had never felt anything like this before, had never experienced such intense, overwhelming pleasure.

He reached out, his hand finding his father's cock, his fingers wrapping around the thick shaft. He began to stroke, his hand moving in time with his father's tongue. His father groaned, the sound vibrating against Luke's clit, sending even more pleasure coursing through him.

Luke felt his orgasm building, the pressure in his core growing with each flick of his father's tongue. He stroked his father's cock faster, his hand moving in a blur, his body writhing on the bed. He felt his father's fingers slip inside him, filling him, stretching him, pushing him over the edge.

He came with a cry, his body convulsing, his pussy clenching around his father's fingers. His father looked up at him, his eyes filled with lust, his cock rock hard in Luke's hand. "I want to fuck you," he growled, his voice filled with desire. "I want to pound that sweet pussy like a dog."

Luke nodded, his body still shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "Yes," he breathed. "Yes, please. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me like a dog."

His father growled, a low, primal sound that sent a shiver down Luke's spine. He stood up, his cock jutting out in front of him, the head glistening with pre-cum. He grabbed Luke's hips, flipping him over onto his hands and knees. Luke gasped, the sudden movement sending a rush of adrenaline through him.

He felt his father's hands on his ass, spreading his cheeks wide. He felt the head of his father's cock pressing against his entrance, the pressure building as his father pushed inside him. He cried out, the sensation of being filled, of being stretched, overwhelming him.

His father began to move, his hips thrusting forward, his cock pounding into Luke with a **** that took his breath away. Luke braced himself against the headboard, his body rocking with each thrust, his breasts bouncing, his hair flying wildly around him.

He felt another orgasm building, the pleasure coursing through him, the sensation of his father's cock filling him, stretching him, pushing him to the brink. He cried out, his body convulsing, his pussy clenching around his father's cock. He felt his father's hands tighten on his hips, felt his father's cock swell inside him, felt the hot rush of his father's cum filling him.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in their chests. Luke lay there, his body still shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasms, his mind reeling with the intensity of the experience. He had never felt anything like this before, had never experienced such pleasure, such connection, such raw, primal desire.

He looked over at his father, his eyes filled with a mix of love and lust, of gratitude and desire. He knew, in that moment, that he wanted more. He wanted to explore this new body, this new power, this new world of pleasure and possibility. And he knew, with a certainty that filled him with both excitement and fear, that this was just the beginning.

{ What do you do next, Luke (as Amanda)? }

Option 1: Explore his father's body further

Option 2: Suggest a new position or act

Option 3: Cuddle with his father enjoying the intimacy and closeness of the moment.