It took less than a minute after Ty left that Eileen felt the urge to fuck again.
But he quickly came to his senses, realizing that without a girl to put his cock in, the only thing he could do to relieve his new masculine urges was to masturbate. It didn't seem so hard to figure out - just put a hand around his swollen cock and stroke it. Yet after the feeling of his penis traveling up and down the warm, soft embrace of a pussy, having to jerk himself off seemed utterly boring by comparison. Finally, he felt the sensation of his member heating up and softly groaned as he fired off three fat streams of cum, which splattered all over the hardwood floor in sticky wet patches.
Eileen had been so focused on cumming that he didn't hear or see Rebecca opening the door. It wasn't until she shrieked that he instinctively stood up and threw both hands to cover his cock.
"Holy fuck!!! Dad, put your clothes on! And did...did you just cum on the floor?"
Eileen felt his face turn red with the unfamiliar feeling of embarrassment. "Sweetie..." As the word left his mouth, he unintentionally raised his hands, which allowed his cock to flop out in full view of his only daughter, still erect and pulsing, and with drops of semen still dripping from the tip.
For a split second, Rebecca caught herself starting to drool. She thought about it, how it would feel to suck that big, meaty pole, feel its hot load spraying all over her face, maybe even in her...
Screaming again, she started throwing pieces of dirty laundry from the basket she was carrying at him. "Just put some fucking clothes on, you pervert! You're disgusting!!!"
She slammed the door, and Eileen decided to try and dress himself. He went through his closet, now full of fitted menswear, and picked out a shirt, some pants, a belt, and some shoes. He started by pulling on his first pair of men's underwear. And then, he stopped. Because as he looked in the mirror, Eileen felt something else for the first time: male vanity. He noticed for the first time that his dark hair was receding, and he even had a bald spot sprouting in the center of his head. That his face was fatter than he realized, or that rows of flab lined his torso. For the first time, he saw the downsides of his age. He was mature and confident, yes, but also physically and aesthetically an older man whose looks were slowly but surely vanishing.
There was more: he also felt tired. Before, Ty had wished for him to be rejuvenated after ejaculating, so that he was instantly restored to the peak of sexual potency each time. This time when he came, it was as if all of the strength had left his body along with his semen. He felt empty and exhausted. His knees and back hurt. He panted like a dog, trying to catch his breath. Sex was just not as fun when his body struggled to keep pace with all the exertion.
Is this what it felt like to be an actual DILF?
Stripping off his underwear, Eileen stumbled into the bathroom and rifled through the medicine cabinet. Eventually, he found an old prescription of his husband's for Viagra. He was about to pop one when his hand froze, and he found himself staring at the little blue pill.
No. This wasn't the life he wanted. To be old and decrepit. To be humiliated for indulging in his body's needs. To have to take drugs just so he could have sex.
Ty could help. Ty could grant him his wishes.
Titling his head back, Eileen swallowed the pill. The effects were slow, but soon kicked in, and he felt his cock stirring back to life and standing up proud and erect. His hand lubed up with face cream, Eileen began to furiously masturbate as he starred himself down in the mirror. When he came, he took aim. A truly massive load of hot cum shot out, covering the walls, the floor, the fixtures, and even landing on the ceiling.
And he wasn't finished, for his cock remained hard as steel under the effects of Viagra. Palming the bottle, he deliberately took slow, hard steps downstairs.