Understandably they would rather that their son’s were inside a car than just sat on a ‘death machine’ as Seth’s mum called motor bikes. I was slowly riding his cock when his eyes opened and he said,
“We shouldn’t.”
“I’ll stop doing this the day that you take Angie out for a drink without Mac being there.”
“Well you better make the most of that Lea because I’m taking her out tonight.”
“Not to the village pub hope daddy.”
“No, a restaurant in town.”
I did make the most of what was probably going to be the last time that I fucked my father, riding him until we’d both cum then I got off him and licked his cock clean. When that was finally over I walked over to Luke, stood in front of him and said,
“Well birthday boy it’s your lucky day, stand up.”
He did and I slowly started to undress him to a lot of cheering. One thing that did happen on a weekend, twice, was that daddy took Angie and me to the coast.
