Todd, coming to apologise

"Todd!" You shout, surprised.

"Hi John…" he says quietly.

"John," your father says, voice high, "who is it?"

"Why don't you come see?" You ask, grinning to yourself.

"Um… just bring them here." Your father responds.

You bring Todd to the dinner table, where both him and your dad exchange weary glances. You could feel your dad beginning to ride you lightly.

"Mr. Patterson, I just wanted to apologise for everything that happened earlier!" Todd explained, looking upset, "I don't know what came over me, it was like some sort of supernatural ****!"

"Todd, I don't know either, but I may have overrEACted!"

You must have hit your dad's prostate, as he bucked wildly on your dick. You dug in your nails to suppress making any noises.

"Can we put all this behind us?" Todd asked, hopeful.

Your dad went rigid, and you saw he had begun to shoot his load, splattering the bottom of the table, as he fought a losing battle to keep silent.

"YES, YES, OH YES!" He cried, bucking around wildly on his seat, squeezing his arse tightly.

"Um… right…" Todd said, looking disturbed by your father's sudden outburst.

Todd held out his hand, gesturing to shake a truce with your dad. As he stood, your imminent orgasm came, shooting your cum all over his backside, tainting his ass and back in gooey cum.

"I'm… glad you guys have… sorted things out…" you said, out of breath.

All of sudden, a new idea popped into your head.