Luke Dunphy

His son stood behind Claire, his hands on her hips, thrusting his young cock in and out of his mother as hard as he could manage. Claire's hands were curled into the sheets as Luke moaned his own pleasure of her body. "Oh, mom, this feels so good!"

"I know, baby, this is the best," Claire said, neither of them turning toward the door where Phil now stood. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, but there it was, as plain as day. From this angle, he could even see the 18 year old's cock sliding in and out of his mother's shaved pussy.

"This was the best present any guy could get," Luke groaned, his fingers sinking into his mother's hips, the sounds of their coupling filling the room.

"Well, it was your 18th, and all boys should get a special present for that birthday," Claire panted, only able to speak when Luke pulled out of her pussy.

"Do you want it in your mouth today mom, or can I cum here?" Luke panted, obviously getting close.

"Cum inside me, sweety - I want to feel your sperm inside my pussy today," Claire gasped. "Put your cum in the place you came from!"

Phil could only watch as his son thrust as hard as he could into Claire, his body shaking as he obviously started cumming deep inside his mother's hungry pussy, causing her to fall on her face on the mattress, overwhelmed by the feeling. Without thinking, Phil got his phone out of his pocket, focusing the camera on the couple standing next to his marital bed, waiting for the perfect moment.

That moment came quickly. Claire turned to look at her son over her shoulder at the moment he pulled his cock out of her pussy, the picture he snapped capturing Claire's face and cum-filled pussy as well as the side view of Luke's face.

"Oh my god, Phil!" Claire said, scrambling to cover up. "It's not what it looks like!"

"Really? It looks like my wife is fucking our teenage son."

"Don't be silly, dad! We weren't fucking, mom and I were just grown up wrestling."

"Shut up, Luke," they both said in unison, almost making them laugh.

Almost.

"Luke, why don't you go get dressed and go out with your friends," Claire said, looking up at him as she sat on the bed. "I think your father and I need to talk."

They both watched as the youth left, apparently unashamed to walk down the hallway naked as the day he was born. Phil closed the door and faced his wife. "I heard when you started with him, so what I want to know is why."

"I'm so embarrassed," Claire said, burying her face in her hands. "I accidentally walked in on him the morning of his birthday, and he was masturbating in the shower. I couldn't help it."

She shrugged her shoulders, looking at her husband, the helpless feeling evident in her face. "I just couldn't resist sucking him in the shower."

"And after? How often have you fucked our son, Claire?"

"Every... every night before he goes to bed, sometimes before he leaves for school."

"Well, I'm not about to get in your way. If you want to fuck Luke, you're welcome to, but that means I get to...