Make Keira breakfast

Aaron smiled at Keira. "You've been a good slut. You get cleaned up and ready and I'll go make breakfast, Ok?"

Through tears, ruined make-up and copious saliva, Keira's bruised lips creased into a smile that sent a pang of sweet joy through Aaron's heart.

"That sounds really nice, thank you." Keira replied, her hoarse, abused throat causing the vowels to come out as croaks.

Aaron took a last chance to admire Keira on her knees: her pretty face, the canvas of throatslime covering her visage, the smeared mascara, the sheen of her tears forming rivers across her face, her beautiful, firm tits hanging beneath her; before he turned and headed for the kitchen.

As he closed his bedroom door behind him, Aaron heard the sound of a woman moaning that echoed through the house. The moans were wild, staccato and loud, and no doubt the result of hard fucking. Aaron lived alone with his father who, for a man in his forties, was unusually unmarried. Most men claim a woman to take care of them and produce children with during their thirties, but Aaron's father had chosen to go it alone. A normal domestic lifestyle didn't suit him. Aaron never knew a mother. He was beget from some bitch his father had deemed worthy enough to be the one to give him a child. He'd impregnated her, kept her around for nine months, then got rid of her once he was born.

That certainly and evidently didn't mean his father didn't get any action. On the contrary, eschewing the normal life of a forty-year old meant, for his father, living the life of a twenty-year old. He was always going out clubbing, partying, and seeking out attractive sluts to use. The jubilant moans he could hear now meant he'd evidently found one to his liking and kept her as a plaything overnight.

Aaron descended the stairs and soon found his father and the slut in question. Bent over standing ninety-degrees in a doorway, clutching to the doorframe for dear life, was a caramel-skinned woman in her late-thirties with his father behind her ramming his cock into her cunt in long, hard, rhythmic motions. Her spiral-corkscrew hair was heavy on top and light at the sides. She was very skinny, skinny enough that the outline of her ribs and hip-bones were clearly defined against her skin. Her face was narrow and pouty with a pretty array of freckles and full, blowjob lips that looked like they would give incredible head. Her tits were rather small, but her pierced nipples did look delightful, and her ass was full and round, though Aaron noticed with a strange sense of pride that her ass was tiny compared to Keira's backside. Nonetheless, she definitely seemed like a good fuck. She was, however, too old for Aaron's tastes. Not too old for his father, though. In fact, this moaning bitch seemed exactly his type. His dad had always had a thing for MILFS.

Speaking of, his dad definitely was embracing the role of a silver-fox in his middle years. He'd inherited his spike-cut short hair from his rocker-boy years in the nineties. Aaron had always thought it looked ridiculous, but he had to admit it, as his Dad had matured, it had started to now look good. Though the look did vacillate between confident middle-aged man with game and middle-aged man who had peaked in his twenties and never moved on. Still, Aaron supposed he could do much worse for genes.

"Morning Dad"

Aaron had to speak loudly to be heard over the sounds of the slut's moaning. His dad looked up from the woman's backside where his hands roughly held her hips, and over her shoulder to smile at Aaron.

"Morning Son. Have a good night?"

"You bet. Had another round this morning, you should see the state I left Keira in."

"I don't...ah... have to, son.", his dad moaned as he fucked, "I know any son of mine knows how to work over a bitch. You still into skull fucking?"

"It's gotta be the best way to use a bitch."

"ha, the virility of youth. As you... grr... get older, you learn to enjoy simpler sex far more. Less... ah... exertion."

"I didn't know you went out last night."

"I didn't, really. Ah... I heard you fucking Keira and... grr.... I got horny. I just drove around the bloc to see if I could nab some pussy. Found this cunt over by barrett's."

"You know you didn't have to, Dad. Keira's a fun fuck, you're welcome to join us if you want."

"Nice of you to offer, Son... ah.... but I'm happy to leave you to your fun. Besides... gr... don't think I could keep up."

"What's this one's name?" Aaron asked, looking down at the brown body rocking in unison with the thrusts of his father. Her head was bent down and eyes screwed shut.

"No idea." His father reached over to pull the woman by her shoulder, "Hey, what's your name, bitch?"

The bitch in question opened her eyes as she was pulled half-upright. They were big, brown and expressive, and ringed by smudged black mascara- evidence that despite what he said, and though a very, very long way from the state Aaron had left Keira in, Aaron's father could still deliver a good facefuck when he wanted.

"Ooooh... Ch-Charlene... uhhhhh..." the woman moaned.

"There you have it." His father said.

Aaron turned towards the kitchen, "Does Charlene want breakfast? I'm making bacon and eggs for Keira" Aaron asked.

"Really?" his father responded, "You're too sweet Aaron, ah...no wonder... ah... Keira chooses to hang out with you. Ah... well, Charlene, do you want breakfast?"

"No-ooohh, thank you." Charlene spoke through her moans, "I have to...ah...ohhh... go back to my daughter... mmmm... will you... oooh... finish soon, sir?"

"Yeah, yeah" Aaron's father muttered. As he did so, he took his hand from Charlene's shoulder and traced it up her neck, her face, and curled it into her dark, African hair. He yanked her head back by the hair, eliciting a long, pleasured moan from Charlene, while he slowed the pace of his fucking so he could make each thrust as long and hard as possible. Aaron's father withdrew his dick all the way to her entrance, before slamming all the way back up her cunt in a single motion that made Charlene yelp out with moans somehow louder than the one's before as her whole body shook each time Aaron's father's dick slammed against her cervix.

"What about you, dad?" Aaron shouted back as he raked through the fridge for the bacon.

"No thanks... grrr... I've already eaten."

While his father finished up inside Charlene, Aaron set about turning on the hob and frying several rashers of succulent bacon for he and Keira. Soon, the kitchen was filled with the mouth-watering smell of fried bacon and scrambled eggs.