Peter sees dad

Walter saw peter his son standing there looking over his body. Walter put his hands on the wide hips of his body.
"Peeping peter . What are you doing in my lab?" His male voice boomed.

"Dad that's you?"

"Ofcourse its me peter. I just had a successful use of my new device the i-bod. "

Peter noded his head but his eyes were glued on to the mounds of fine tits that were walters. Walter partially cover them rolling his eyes.

"Hey virgin up here"

Peter blinked and refocused "sorry but you look so good . Your voice is all that seems the same. "

The face of seven of nine smiled and walked towards the young man. Hips going from side to side. Her boobs jiggled slightly with each step.

"I thought you had a girl friend peter. You can't stop staring at me . You comment on my voice like its a turn off. But your little picker is putting of a fight in there. "

Walter as a joke grabbed peter and groped his cock only to feel some surprise himself.

"Ah dad what...."

Walter silenced to eightenyear old and dipped down yanking his pants off at first in morbid curiosity. There was 9 inches of hard meat pole. With her own suit still on. He pressed it against her chest to see the length. It filled her cleavage with some left.

"Holy fuck son."