Part 6 - Daddy used it, too

It was lunch and Kyle, Bobby and Jeni’s father, had come home from work. He’d told them he was sick, and that was partially true. What he hadn’t done was discuss the nature of his malady. He certainly couldn’t tell them he was leaving due to a raging hard-on.

Kyle knew he had been dumb going to work today. Unfortunately that hadn’t been the only dumb decision he’d made over the last few days, just one of the more recent ones.

The first had been using the GRO.

He’d found the tube in Bobby’s pants pocket while doing laundry. Later that night, curious about what his son had gotten himself into, he looked up the product on the Internet.

Now, any sane, grown man knew it was a bad idea to put Russian penile enhancement cream on his genitalia. But Kyle figured the only way to adhere to this sound advice would be to never possess such a cream in the first place.

The way Kyle figured, any man left for a sufficient amount of time with a cream that promises to grow his dick would end up using it. He certainly had.

That morning he’d woken up to a massive erection. The GRO had worked, but had come with enhanced libido as well. Mia, his wife and Jeni and Bobby’s mother, was already up and getting dressed. Like most couples they had tight routines in the morning and Kyle knew he’d have no luck getting her to fool around. Besides, he wasn’t quite sure how to explain his cock doubling in size overnight.

So he’d hopped in the shower and beat off. Once he’d gotten a good look at himself he was even more impressed with the GRO. Holy crap! He had to be 12 or 13 inches!

He had lubed his hand with shampoo and thought nasty thoughts for about ten minutes before painting the shower stall with his jism. Apparently, his enlarged balls produced an equally enlarged load of cum.

That had relieved his sexual needs a little, at least enough to stuff himself into a pair of khakis and make it to the office. He was still horny, but he figured he’d be fine until he could proposition his wife later.

He’d figured wrong.

As soon as he’d caught sight of the hot intern bending over to feed more paper to the printer his erection had come back in full ****.

She’d gone away, but then Nancy from accounts came over to talk to him – stupid, sexy Nancy with her three undone buttons and little hint of lacy bra showing! She’d stood there talking for ten minutes. Kyle couldn’t stand up to face her, due to his cock trying to tear through the leg of his pants. So he sat, face level with Nancy’s tits as she chatted away.

By the time she left he was pretty sure he was one panty-line sighting away from ripping the pencil skirt off some poor lady and getting himself fired in spectacular fashion, so he’d sent a quick e-mail to his supervisor and left for home.

Once he was parked in the driveway it was a mad dash to the computer room. In a flash Kyle’s pants were off, his boxers around his hips and he was furiously searching the Internet for something nasty enough to satisfy his urges.

He was just settling into some albums of young amateurs when he heard a noise downstairs. He listened for a moment, trying to convince himself it wasn’t what thought it was until…

KNOCK, KNOCK.

Fuck! The front door.

Kyle stripped off his boxers and threw on a pair of basketball shorts. However, his cock stood straight out, even inside, so he lifted it up and used the waistband to hold it against his stomach. A long t-shirt finished the quick camouflage job and he bounded down the stairs to hopefully rid himself of the annoyance quickly.

Reaching the door, Kyle peeked through peephole. He caught the top of a whitish-blond head of hair. Someone short. Someone his kids' age.

Kyle took a deep breath and opened the door. But when he did, the sight in front of him knocked the breath out of him again.

It was a teen alright – a girl. Her light hair was in a pixie cut and she face was had an innocent look, but very pretty. She was short and very petite.

However, what gave Kyle such a shock was the massive set of tits she was sporting under a skimpy bikini top. On any woman they would have been impressive, but this girl looked maybe Jeni’s age, and the triangles of fabric did nothing to cover the perky globes underneath.

And she looked as shocked to see him as he as to see her.

“Umm, is Bobby home?” she asked.

Kyle shook his head to indicate the negative, not trusting himself to speak. Besides her eeny-weeny bikini top she was wearing tiny little denim cutoff shorts. She had flip-flops on and that was it. Her whole look was fun, carefree, youthful and – Kyle couldn’t deny – sexy as hell!

“Oh,” she said, clearly disappointed. She looked like she was about to leave. That was good right? What Kyle wanted?

Or was it?

“Do you…want to come in and wait for him?” he heard himself say.

No, you idiot! How are you going to jerk off now? part of him screamed inside his own head.

But another voice – a new voice – spoke up. It came from somewhere else. Somewhere…lower.

Trust me. I have a plan.

She shrugged, put on a grin and nodded. He motioned her past him and crowded her just enough that she had to brush her right tit against his arm. Oh, god, Kyle! What are you doing?

She looked up at him, grinning a little more. No doubt she was used to male attention, with a pair like that. Even as inexperienced as she must be…

“So, can I get you a drink?”

“Umm, sure! A soda would be great!” The little sexpot sat on the edge of the couch. Kyle returned from the kitchen a second later with a cold can from the fridge. She took it, smiling knowingly at him.

Kyle sat on the arm of the chair opposite her, mindful of how precariously his cock was restrained behind his elastic waistband. Looking at this girl with her banging body wasn’t helping the situation, either. Every glance he stole at her cleavage made his already engorged member even harder!

“So, you know Bobby?” he said. Stupid, he knew, but he had absolutely nothing to talk to this girl about.

“Yeah,” she said, smiling. “We’re…close.”

Close, huh? Bobby, you lucky dog! Has his old man’s magnetic charm. Kyle had always punched above his weight, so to speak, in the girl department. His wife, Mia, was a MILF for sure. She was 37, eight years younger than Kyle himself. They had begun as a fling – Mia had been engaged when they first hooked up – and he’d gotten her pregnant soon after. Jeni had been two years old before they’d finally settled down and gotten married.

Kyle’s looks had a big part to do with that. He was tall, broad-shouldered and naturally fit. Even in middle age his chest was defined and his stomach flat. He went to the gym diligently, so his arms were strong, too. All-in-all, Kyle was still quite a catch. So it was no surprise that Bobby was pulling hot girls of his own.

I doubt I’ll tell him anything this hot little piece hasn’t already showed him, though. The thought of the hot girl before him on her back getting drilled sent a surge to his cock, making Kyle cough up the drink he’d just taken.

“Oh, are you alright?” the girl said, rising to her feet in alarm. When she did, she dropped her can. Acting on instinct, Kyle lunged upright himself, making a grab for it.

He missed, and the can hit the carpet and began spilling its contents on the floor. Neither of them watched, however, because of what else had happened when Kyle had moved.

They both stared at the massive erection that had escaped its precarious concealment and now pointed lewdly at the young girl’s impressive cleavage.