Goth Futa Dad’s Perspective

Grant sipped his cold beer with one hand while the other was scratching his flat, toned stomach as he watched TV.

There wasn’t much on at that time of day, so he decided to settle on streaming some hardcore porn. He can’t remember when exactly he put it on, but on the screen we’re a busty woman and a younger man going at it. The blonde milf was bent over and taking the man’s fat cock, loving every second of it. The bulge in his short shorts twitched eagerly at the sight, and if he was home alone, one could bet that he’d have its eight-inch length out in the open with both hands pumping away at it.

Just as he set down his beer, he spotted John walking up from behind the left side of the couch.

Damn, Grant thought. If only he decided to jerk off thirty minutes ago, he probably could’ve gotten away with it. Oh well, his son wouldn’t fault him for watching porn out in the open anyway.

Watching porn was as normal as watching the news.

“Hey dad.” John said, smiling ear to ear as he walked in front of Grant’s chair. “Check this out.”

Grant’s eyes almost popped out of his head as soon as his gaze landed on what John was talking about.

Barely able to be contained by his stretched out underwear was a cock as thick and as long as Grant’s forearm, the sight of which made his own ache in the tight, restrictive confines of his shorts.

“Oh my god…” Grant whispered, his heart thumping like mad in his chest. “Son, I’ve seen you half-naked before, and there’s no way I didn’t know about that! What happened?!”

John chuckled, rubbing the outline of his bulge.

“I don’t know. I just woke up and it was like this.” He said, shamelessly eyeing Grant’s slutty body.

“D-Does it hurt?” Grant asked with a swallow, looking up into his son’s eyes.

“No, not really.” John said, then pulled down on his shorts until his huge cock flopped out and bounced around just a couple of feet away from Grant’s face. “It’s really needy though.”

“O-Oh?” Grant asked nervously.

“Yeah, I was wondering if you could take care of it for me. I know you’re my dad and all, but I know that you’ve got a crazy libido.” John took a step closer, then boldly began slapping his fat cock against Grant’s flawless and expansive cleavage. “If you help me out with this, then maybe I could help you out with that.”

Grant’s head was swimming as his son’s cock bounced up and down on her big jiggly tits.

Without a word, Grant reached up and replaced the hand John had on his cock with his own delicate fingers, amazed at how hard and thick the young man was. He started to stroke it, and the middle-aged man in the body of a walking wet dream had made up her mind.

An eager and devilish grin broke out across Grant’s plump black lips.

“You’ve got a deal.” He winked. “But on one condition…”