Father-son 69

Kathryn headed toward the shower off the Walkers' master bedroom, looking for Peter and Jim to tell them to get the blueberry muffins while they were still warm.

The shower was off, but still warm and steamy, the ventilation fans humming to slowly dry off the big walk-in space. A squeeze tube lay on the shower floor, its flip-top cap open. "Super-thick, Super-slippery," the label said. Sexual lubricant.

A sound behind Kathryn drew her attention to the bedroom proper. She paused in the door, her heart beating fast at what she saw.

A towel was spread over the top of the bed. Peter lay on his back with his head closest to Kathryn, his blond hair still damp. Above Peter, head to tail, was his dad Jim, with Jim's cock in Peter's mouth. Peter was moaning, making low sighs through his nose with his lips tight round Jim's shaft, and with each sigh, Peter narrowed his eyes with pleasure. Jim's head was going up and down over Peter's hips, making wet sucking sounds.

Peter noticed Kathryn standing in the bedroom doorway. He brought a hand up to Jim's cock to free his mouth. "Kate. Hi," Peter said.

Jim paused and raised his head, looking over his shoulder. "Hi Kate," he said. "Good morning, beautiful," he added, looking at the naked young brunette standing tentatively with a hand on the side of the doorway.

"Um, Sally says there are blueberry muffins. Hot," Kathryn said.

"Working on our first breakfast course," Jim said. "Stick around if you like. You're welcome to watch. Or help."

"Um, wow, I don't know, maybe..." Kathryn said.

"Please yourself," Jim said. "I bet Sally and Sandy have more than muffins hot for you. Got a nice wiener to start my day." He lowered his head and started sucking.

"Uh, whoa, dad, yeah," Peter said. His eyes narrowed and his hand tightened round Jim's shaft.