Carl Doe’s perfect morning

Your father Carl sips his coffee absentmindedly, reading the latest in business news on his phone. His empty plate of breakfast lays before him, littered with crumbs from his fried eggs and toast.

He's a relatively successful man who previously worked for Wishphone, one of the leaders in the smartphone industry. He consults for them these days, and is still admired for his discipline and focus. In particular, Carl is known for being difficult to distract once he has his mind set on accomplishing a certain task. This ability to ignore the unnecessary earned him plenty of favor with the higher-ups: back when Wishphone was struggling to compete with bigger names like Orange and Frame, your father's focus and insight allowed the company to plant its roots firmly. As Carl grew older and decided to retire, his bosses were keen to have him stay on as a consultant.

“Nooooo... Put--Push it back in! Don’t take it out!”

A slightly bigger paycheck, with fewer days at work... It was an easy decision to make.

“I was just proving a point, Mom. You said me and Mommy-Slut make too much noise,” you laugh. “But look--You’re being bred, and Dad isn't even watching. He’s such a natural cuck, it’s scary!”

“I can hear you, you rascal,” Carl chuckles, shaking his head as his eyes move from his phone to meet yours. “That’s no way to talk about your father.”

Your father is also a thoroughly-misunderstood man. Yes, he loves to work. Yes, he has an abnormal capacity to continue to think clearly about important matters, even after his peers would lose honest interest. But it's his love for his family that drives him to work so hard. At his core, he is man who loves to provide for those that he loves, and it was the opportunity to continue providing for his family while spending more time with them that motivated him to stay with Wishphone as a consultant.

When you moved out, he was more concerned than your mother was... But he wanted you to live life on your own terms, and trusted in the fact that he would always be ready to support you if you stumbled.

It was only once you came back did he realize how devoid of joy--How colorless their house had become without you.

“Hey, it’s true,” you grunt, pumping your cock into Sofia’s cunt. Your mother is lying on her back on the table, holding onto your wrists as she stares heatedly up at her son--Her stud. Her breasts stick out the sides of her apron, and her high heels click together as she pulls you in with her legs to reinforce your thrusts. “You’re married to such a babe, and you only have one kid. I’d say you’ve wasted your best years and hers, too... I mean, you don’t even have girls on the side? How is Mom supposed to respect you?”

Your father simply nodded. He and Sofia had sex fairly regularly, but he always made sure to wear protection. The idea of asking for second child had never occurred to him- he was content with life.

But you? You want so much more than he had- and you had the ability to get whatever you want... Both of your mothers, on their knees with a snap of your fingers. The two women were always wearing fancy makeup around the house and flaunting their bodies in expensive lingerie, or whatever else you might desire. And when it comes to sex, you don't even have to ask: whenever you make the slightest move to initiate, your women are always ready.

In the span of a week, Carl Doe has come to realize that his home wasn't just missing his son: it needed you. Now that you're back, him and his wife are enjoying married life more than ever before.

Sofia has never felt so desired, not even in her youth; she positively glows with joy when you’re around.

Carl loves the way she stands just a bit straighter when you enter the room... How she slowly shifts her weight from one leg to the other, moving her ass from side to side when you have her in your sights... How she bends extra-low to serve your food, determined to catch your eye.

For your father, it's a win-win: he gets to enjoy the eye candy and a bubblier, more cheerful wife, without being expected to match your performance.

“Good thing it’s not too late, hm?” Carl laughs as he gets up from his chair. Then he walks over next to you, smiling as he watches your large organ stretching out Sofia's cunt.

“Good thing she’s kept in shape,” you growl, leaning forward. Sofia licks her lips as she watches you narrow the distance between your faces. “It’s her instinct, Dad. All these years, she’s been ready to be seeded by the right man. Waiting for me to come back home, and claim what’s mine.”

Carl pulls out his phone and aims the camera at the two of you, just as you lower your head to claim Sofia’s mouth.

Click.

He likes to take photos of each girl you fuck each day. A lewd record of his growing family, to look back on when he's alone and misses home.

Click.

“I love you, Mom.”

“I l-love you too, b-baby.”

Click.

Carl zooms in as you lift one leg up on the table, giving him the best view of you spearing your mother’s pussy. He hits the record button just in time to catch your large nuts contract.

Sofia coos in delight as warm jizz floods into her pussy, and Carl holds perfectly still to capture your cum spurting out from the tight seal her pussy has formed around your tool. He holds that position for a few seconds, following your jizz as it trickles onto the kitchen table... And then he stops, ending the recording and stowing his phone.

“I’ll be off,” Carl announces, looking forward to examining his work later. He only receives muffled moans in reply, but the sight of you resuming your morning lovemaking session with his wife is the best send-off he can ask for. That, and the soft sounds of your mother's moans as she begs to be impregnated.