"I looked to my side, and my husband wasn't in bed. His son, however, was eagerly masturbating my cock with his loose hole.
'What the actual fuck do you think you're doing?' I mumbled.
'Dad's not home. And I need your cock, daddy. Please!' he said as he jumped.
He was sweaty. I could smell his odor. That stench of sex only he has. It's like fucking pheromones or something.
'Fuck, boy! You're so damn needy. You have to be careful. You don't want your dad to find out his own son's making him a cuckold.'
'He won't! I promise. He's been called from work. I read the texts on his laptop.'
I sighed.
'Very well, then, boy,' I said. 'We have time enough. Show your daddy how much better than your father you are.'
'Thank you, daddy! Look at me! Look at me bouncing on your dick! Do you like it?'
'I love it, boy.'
'Is it better than my dad's hole?'
Fuck! I love how naughty he gets when he's horny.
'You're so much better than your dad. C'mon. Steal all my cum from him. You deserve it more than him. It's all for you, baby boy!'
He was so damn happy he almost came hands-free."