Trading favors.

After hearing the condition, John chuckled and agreed.

The young man sank to his knees in front of the chair as Grant scooted his big bubble butt onto the seat’s edge.

A favor for a favor was the deal, but daddy comes first.

So, if John sucked Grant’s cock, then Grant would return the favor. If John wanted to fuck Grant, Grant would fuck John first. And if John wanted to pump his quaking meat between Grant's huge tits, then…

Well, they might be able to work something out.

This was the first time Grant was about to get down and dirty with another guy, but the hot goth wasn’t opposed to the idea. In fact, he wasn’t opposed to anything of a sexual nature. Grant was a pervert of the highest caliber despite being a loyal husband to his wife.

If Janet wasn’t at her sister’s place, he might’ve had to refuse John’s advances. However, their sex life was practically nonexistent, and the copious amounts of solo sessions in the bathroom had apparently driven Grant to the point where he was all-too willing to fuck his own son. In the end, this was her fault, Grant thought to himself as John rubbed his hands across his dad’s bubbly, womanly, fishnet-covered thighs.

Goosebumps perked up across his flawless skin, and when John managed to undo Grant’s tight shorts, his heart thumped with excitement as his own big dick freely sprung free in front of his son’s face.

As soon as John wrapped his hands around Grant’s fat cock, the busty father melted in his seat from the foreign sensations of having new hands handle his 8” cock.

“Fuck dad, you’re hard as a rock.” John chuckled, slowly but firmly stroking and squeezing his cock. “I can’t believe you’re actually letting me do this.”

Grant bit his lip and began massaging his tits over the fabric of his top in response, then gasped as John leaned down and took the head past his lips. His warm mouth was intoxicating, and now that he thought about it, Grant hadn’t actually gotten his dick sucked in years. Even still, Janet was never as enthusiastic about doing it as much as his son was.

It turns out that John was just as much of a pervert as he was, which was incredibly hot. John wasn’t a bad looking guy either, but with that foot-long beast between his legs grinding against the carpet, John was practically more built for porn than the young man fucking his fake step-mom on the TV screen was.

John wasn’t very skilled at sucking Grant’s dick, but that didn’t matter. After about two minutes of bobbing his head up and down on as much of Grant’s cock that he could fit in his mouth, the busty father was ready to blow.

“Holy fuck, John!” Grant groaned and moaned as a fresh load of hot spunk blasted into John’s mouth and down the young man’s throat, who wasn’t quite ready for it.

John choked and fell backwards, the lower half of his face dripping with the cum leaking from his mouth as Grant’s cock shot out a few more spurts onto his son’s chest.

Leaning back completely in an awkward position in his chair, Grant relaxed the tight grip he held on his large, plush tits.

His mind was fuzzy as he slowly recovered, his cock losing some of its erection.

Grant barely registered the sound of John’s fingers snapping.