Todd's older brother comes home

A couple weeks later, Jack Jr. was back visiting from college. Jack and Todd had kept their animal fucking a secret successfully from Diane, mostly because she was so disinclined to ever suspect that her husband and son would be having sex with each other. As it was, she just thought Jack maybe had a urinary tract infection or something. He sure seemed to go to the bathroom a lot at night.

Jack was really meeting Todd there five times a night where he’d strip, then yank off his son’s shorts, sit down on the toilet and Todd would ride him, facing him, Jack enjoying his son’s firm, muscular body as Todd bounced up and down on his dad’s lap, his dad’s cock spearing him right in his increasingly-elastic boypussy.

“Dad,” Todd whispered hoarsely in his father’s ear while riding his cock like a mechanical bull, “It’s like I need it. It’s like I feel empty when your cock isn’t in my boypussy. Every time you fuck me it feels so good, but then it’s even worse afterwards. I don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t think about anything else anymore. I just spend all day rubbing my butt and stroking my boypussy when nobody’s looking. Sometimes I go to the bathroom at school so I can finger my boypussy to make it feel better for a while.”

“That makes me even harder, son,” Jack said, “All I think about is your boypussy now, too. That’s why you have a boypussy. It’s the part of you put there for men to fuck. That’s why you feel so good when something’s in it, because that’s what your boypussy is for. Just like my cock feels good when it’s up there, because my cock is for fucking hot boypussies.”

“Oh God, Dad, I love it when you fill me up. Are we going to get Jack junior to do this too?”