No, but you can make him

"...No, Molly. This isn't right," your father blurts out before pulling his member from her lips and beginning to tuck it away. "You're my wife, I can't be a part of degrading you like this."

Still thrusting within her, you're in no mood for dissent and strife. Your life would be easier if your father would simply accept the situation and give your toy what she wants. A good blast of cum can solve any problem, or so they say.

Your father promptly follows your wishes, letting out a yell and beginning to cum. His cock shoots thick ropes of semen into the air as he rushes to free it from his breeches and point it at Molly's face. He leans back and groans as he empties the rest of his load onto her, looking somewhat confused. You grin as you realize what you've done; it seems that although it is only your mother's body that can change at your whim, you're able to influence the thoughts of others to some degree... That would certainly explain the shopkeeper's discount and the girl on the carriage. Most likely it works best on those in **** states, like your stressed-out, almost-cumming father.

"Ah, Holy Hell... I wasn't going to do that," he mutters, leaning back against the wall as you continue to ream your mother on the counter.

"Don't worry about that," you reply with a laugh. "I'm sure my toy enjoyed it... Right, Mom?"

She lets out a small moan before nodding her head, a few drops of cum falling onto the floor. "Oh yes, baby, yes... I got a nice big load on my face, just like I'm supposed to. Are you going to give me one too..?"

You give her a sharp slap on the rear in answer, then pick up the pace, thrusting wildly into her tight hole. In a few moments, you're shooting your own load, coating her insides with your seed as she throws her head back in pleasure. Unable to watch the spectacle any more, your father turns away and hurries out of the room, headed upstairs.

"Oooh, fuuuck... Use me... Let it all out," your mother yells, oblivious to her husband's exit. She's captivated by your pulsing member, writhing in an orgasm of her own as she feels your hot cum inside her.

After a few moments your thrusting ends, and you stand panting over her limp body as your softening cock slips out of her pussy.

"Mm.. Not bad, Mom. You've done well," you say, offering your hand to her as she straightens up. She takes a seat on the edge of the counter, catching her breath. She's an obscene sight; the cloth covering her heaving chest has shifted and crumpled, exposing one hard nipple entirely, and her new ass is stretching her slitted skirt to the breaking point. You can see your combined juices dripping out of her pussy, darkening the wooden counter top.

She looks up at you lovingly, licking some of the cum off her face as she waits for your next command... Or modification, as the case may be.