Mr. Marko goes into the kitchen and finds his son Brody cooking dinner. Every dad is proud watching his son grow into a fine young man. It’s extra special, and bittersweet, for Mr. Marko since he spent so many of Brody’s teen years just wondering if he could keep Brody alive and out of jail. Time was when Brody wouldn’t even make his own sandwiches for lunch, and there he was stirring something up on the stove like he knew what he was doing. Mr. Marko’s heart swelled with pride. His cock was swelling up, too, though. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the two beefy melons of his son’s ass swelling under the thin fabric of well worn sweatpants. Mr. Marko walks over and puts his strong furry arms around Brody and presses his body up against his son’s back. Brody instantly goes limp, falling back against his dad, grinding his ass against his crotch. Mr. Marko knew when he wrapped his arms around Brody that he would instantly be helpless in his grasp; his to do anything he wanted with. Mr. Marko eats his son out against the stove, on the kitchen counter, on the breakfast bar stool. Brody is moaning and whimpering; right on the edge of bursting into tears with the pleasure of his dad’s tongue in his hole and his desire for his cock to replace it. When his dad presses his hard cock against his hole it opens right up, his tight hot ass almost pulling that fat cock balls deep into his hungry quivering body. Yeah, boy, daddy’s home, right where you want him!
