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?".

Between the dollops of cum which painted her lower face, Keira's lips creased into a smile that sent a pang of sweet joy through Aaron's heart.

"That sounds really nice, thank you." Keira replied.

Aaron took a last chance to admire Keira stood in front of him: her pretty face made prettier by the deposits of fresh cum added atop the dried slime, spit and semen from the night before; the form of her body where her big, firm tits rose out of her chest; her cute belly; the curve of her big ass the sides of which could be seen even from the front; and her pussy tucked between her gorgeous thighs. Keira shuffled uncomfortably beneath his lingering gaze as he admired her nude body.

"Are you... finished... with me?" Keira asked, trepidatious.

Oh how I wish I wasn't, Aaron thought as his mind raced through a thousand things he could do with her curvaceous body. Sadly, he had to tear his mind from such thoughts. Aaron looked her in the eyes, smiled a wide grin, and sighed "Yeah". Then 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 begot 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 which, 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. Put a nice load of spunk on Keira's face."

"She...ah.... always looks cute with...gr... cum on her face.", his dad moaned as he fucked, "You should give her facials more often."

"I should." Aaron considered, "But then you miss out on finishing down her throat or in her cunt."

"Ha, I don't disagree", his dad laughed, and to punctuate his point, he raised his right hand and spanked the bitch he was currently fucking. The woman let out a high pitched, squealing moan as his hand connected with her asscheek.

"There's just too many options." Aaron joked in a faux-contemplative manner.

"It's not like...hah... you won't have time to try every way, many times, each. She's not going anywhere.", he gave Aaron a warm smile. Meanwhile, his hands dug into the woman's hips and pulled her body towards him, silently commanding her to begin backing her ass against him and fuck herself on his cock.

"Yeah", Aaron agreed, then continued more seriously "But sometimes I'll see some sexy cunt on the street and, you know, pull her aside and fuck her, but then I'll finish and go, and all I can think about after is what else I could have done with her, or wonder what anal with her feels like, or her throat. Feels like such a missed opportunity, like I've missed out on something I'll never again get to sample."

His dad had pulled the bitch's ass against him a few more times to make sure she understood his intentions. Now, he ceased thrusting, let go of her hips and let his hands relax limply at his side as he caught his breath. Obediently, the woman continued pushing her backside against him. Her rearward thrusts were like her moans: each one heavy and impactful, and with the rhythm of a heavy bass drum.

"That's what ViMore is for.", his dad replied, referring to the commonly used brand of pills which allowed men to go through several orgasms without any weakening of erection or cumload. Aaron was, of course, familiar with the ****. Aaron never left home without a packet in his pocket. How else could he get through all the fuckholes he encountered in a day?

"Yeah, but sometimes I don't have time for more than a quickie. It's disappointing, is all."

Aaron's dad chuckled and rolled his eyes, "Then ask where they live. Or, take advantage of all this brilliant technology you kids have these days, and get their phone numbers. Besides, there's plenty of other cunts to fuck out there. Other fish in the sea and all that. It's not worth worrying about, son."

Aaron considered for a moment. It was good advice, he thought. Nonetheless, he was eager to change the conversation before it descended into yet another talk from his dad about how good kids these days had it. Or, worse, an encouraging lecture on living your life to the fullest, moment to moment, not worrying about the may haves or what ifs.

"I didn't know you went out last night." Aaron asked. His Dad hands now groped at his fucktoy's ass as she drove herself against his cock. His fingers gripped at her firm cheeks, squeezing a generous handful against his palms.

"I didn't, really. I heard you fucking Keira and got a little horny. I drove around the bloc to see if I could nab some pussy. Found this cunt over by barrett's. Her pussy's pretty good. Could be tighter, but this butt," Aaron's Dad slapped her backside with some ****. The woman loudly yelped as the hand connected with an audible smack, "looks excellent when you drill her doggy style."

Having worked himself back into a lustful state, Aaron's dad harshly grabbed the woman's protruding hips and held them like the handlebars of a bicycle. With a burst of energy, his dad slammed his cock deep into her cunt while pulling her ass back against him. "I can see that. " Aaron chuckled.

His Dad was fucking the bitch with renewed energy, his dick ploughing past her dripping pussy lips and into the depths of her cunt as he raced towards his finish. Repeatedly, he buried his cock up into her abdomen with a ferocity that would surely leave the cunt sore afterwards. Certain he’d get no more from him now that his heat was up, Aaron decided to leave his dad to reach his orgasm. He went on into the Kitchen. Opening the fridge to retrieve some bacon for he and Keira's breakfast, a thought struck Aaron.

"Do you want breakfast, Dad!?" Aaron had to shout to be heard over the steadily increasing volume of the woman's single, long, uninterrupted moan that now echoed through the house.

"No..gr... thank you. Already ate." His Dad's voice replied, stammering with breathless exertion.

"Does your Bitch?"

"W-what?"

"Does the cunt your fucking want breakfast?"

There was a pause, followed by his dad shouting. "No!"

Deciding he'd bothered him enough, Aaron returned to his task of preparing breakfast for two. A meal of bacon, eggs, and toast to start the day.