Switch over to Michael's ass

"No, I'm not quite there yet," you reply, glancing at the other bimbo sleeping beside you. "Grab Mike, will ya? Face-down, cheeks apart."

Peter obeys immediately, gently pushing his son over before grabbing one of his thick, round cheeks in each hand. He pulls them apart, exposing your old friend's asshole.

"Spit," you grunt, and Peter opens his lips to drool into Michael's crack. That must have been quite a sensation; he begins to wake up, moaning and squirming against his father's hands.

That doesn't give you any pause as you line up your rock-hard member and begin to push inside. Mike really starts moving then, but Peter holds his body firm as you bury yourself in his tight ass.

"Aaahfuuuh... Fuuck, fucking..." He wipes at his eyes, then looks up to see you and Peter straddling him "...Oh. Morn--Ah! Mu-morning, guys," he stammers as you pick up the pace.

"Hey, dude. Sleep well?" Without waiting for a reply you slam yourself in to the hilt, causing Michael to cry out. "You can go now, Peter. I know you've got better things to do than watch me mount the... The... Ungh... The absolute fuck out of your son."

"Thanks," he mutters, climbing off of the bed and hustling towards the door. You chuckle a little as you notice he's sporting a huge erection. "See you later, kiddos."

As Peter swings the door open, you can smell someone cooking bacon downstairs. Looks like you'll have something to eat once you're done here!