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One thing my ex and I had in common is that we both grew up in a No Pants house. You know the ones: where its common practice for all residents to walk around, at the very least, a shirt and underwear.

My ex, David, lived at his parents house, as modt college millenials do. They were pretty chill, allowing me to spend the night pretty often. Sometimes I'd end up over there quite late, so my David wouldnt tell his folks I was there until the morning. Very polite of him to not interupt their slumber.

There was honestly never any problem with any of this--we were respectful, always sure to keep our more intimate nights quiet. Lots of breathy moans and sighs, y'know?

That is until one particular morning when David failed to inform his folks I had stayed in the night. Although, I'm not sure if what ensued was a problem exactly...

David was a much earlier riser than I, which put him on the morning coffee run. I was slowly waking up, not wanting to leave the comfort of his bed yet, not wanting to put pants on and be presentable.

I heard the door knob turn. I rolled over, expecting to see David with my Chai latte. That is not what I saw.

It was David's dad, who I cordially called Mr. Ayers, and who was also completely nude in the doorway.

Mr. Ayers was not expecting to find a halfdressed 24 year old in the room, and I was not expecting to see a completely nude man twice my age in the door.

A nude man with a broad chest, strong arms, and the perfect amount of softness to his body. I'd be lying if I said he never caught my eye at family pool parties, never left me wondering if David's nice cock ran in the family...

And then there was me, in his son's bed: cropped white tank top out of which my big tits spilled and chubby tummy peaked; thick thighs and long legs adorned only in a pair of red cotton panties.

"Excuse me," he said, face flushing. "Didnt know you spent the night..."

But he didnt turn to leave. He stayed where he was, hand on the doorknob. I would have thought he was just too shocked, too embarrassed to move. I would have--had I not noticed his dick stiffening.

The nice cocks did run in the family.

The space between us was quiet, tension growing in the air.

I honestly don't know what came over me. "Do you want come in?" Was all I said.

"I...don't know," my boyfriend's dad said as he stepped one foot into the room. Then the other. "Do you want me to?"

I nodded. He closed the door.

The lock clicked.

Our lust unleashed.

I threw the blankets aside, swept my feet to the ground. His hands were on me, pulling the thin straps of my tanktop down my shoulders, my heavy tits fully pouring out.

I knew his son would be back soon from the coffe run, so I wasted no time sinking to my knees. His cock was inches from my face, fully erect, ready for me.

"Youre so beautiful." Mr. Ayers craddled the back of my head, gently guiding it towards his waiting cock. "I've always thought you were just so beautiful..."

I opened my mouth, his cock slidling past my lips and over my tongue. I admired the soft silver hairs of his body as I worked his rigid cock. My eager hands pumped his shaft, my warm tongue enjoying the taste of his precum. My thighs were wet, my arousal having soaked through my panties.

I couldnt help but find it funny that the same sounds I had always fought so hard to keep from his ears were now muffled by his cock.

His grip tightened slightly in my hair, his hips starting swaying forward and back, carefully fucking my mouth. He was getting close, picking up speed.

"Youre such a good girl," he sighed, sure that no one else in the household would hear. "Always been such a good girl. . ."

I replied by increasing the suction around his cock, working it faster, harder, heavy tits swaying as I did. His other hand found my shoulder as he braced himself for what was to cum.

"Fuck."

It was all that could escape his mouth before he covered it with his free hand, knowing the pleasure of shooting rope after rope of hot cum down my throat would be much too loud if he didnt.

I kept sucking, enjoying the pulse of his dick in my mouth, wanting to milk him to dry.

When his balls were finally empty, I slid my lips off his cock. He smiled down at me, wiped my mouth clean with his thumb.

Without another word, I sat back on the edge of my boyfriend's bed as his father, flacid once more, unlocked the door and left, being sure to close it behind him.