Temptation

Katie laid on the couch, stretching out languidly. She probably should have worn a different pair of shorts, the thought. These tended to ride up. And her fear wasn't her boyfriend, Peter. But rather his father, Big Peter.

Little Peter watched the movie, his girlfriend's head in his lap, his small cock confined safely away in shorts and tighty whities.

Big Peter, on the other hand, was in his overstuffed recliner, half watching the movie, but half watching Katie. He nursed his beer. His cock was large, Katie noticed, and his gray sweatpants were twitching as he stiffened.

"Boy," he said with his thick drawl. "Go get me a beer."

"Dad," Little Peter said petulantly. "The film is almost to the good part."

"Don't make me say it again, boy," Big Peter growled. Little Peter grumbled under his breath, going down to the basement to fetch a cold beer.

"Now, I ain't gonna say it again, little lady," Big Peter said, looking lustfully at Katie in her tight shorts and crop top, her DDs about to bust out, "but I know my boy ain't packing. You're gonna have a need soon enough, and you're going to come to Big Peter to fix that."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Katie said. "Peter is sweet to me, and that's what I'm interested in." He chuckled, and Katie's skin goosebumped, almost in premonition.