Dinner goes well

Dinner was a rousing success, thanks to Susan's meatloaf. The fact that Esther was so occupied with her meal that she didn't try to fuck anyone at the same time was a testament to that.

But soon enough, dinner was over and Esther's mind was back in the gutter. She swept the plates aside and flipped Susan over the tablecloth while lining herself up to get at "that sweet MILF ass."

Enzo raised an eyebrow when she said that. "Oh no you don't! Remember what the nurse said!"

"Oh..." Mumbled Esther. She brushed the tip of her cock against Susan's pussy. "So close and yet so far," she groaned. "How do you boys hold it in?"

Enzo frowned and crossed his arms.

"Sorry, sweetie. I guess I shouldn't have asked you. That's more a question for Gary when he gets back. Still, just what am I supposed to do?!" She gripped her rod as if it were a live animal struggling to escape her grip.

"Mom. Relax. Here." Enzo placed his hand on the lazy Susan (underneath the real Susan) and swivelled her around so that her upturned mouth was facing Esther. Allie ducked out of the way while her mother was rotated on the turntable, still trying to nibble at her food in peace.

Esther cooed at her son's ingenuity. "That's my boy!" She continued to compliment Enzo while she fed her cock into Susan's mouth. "See, dear. Local boys like you are good for something, when you're so helpful to an Alpha. Or... Mr. Slater, in this case... God yes..." Esther grabbed onto Susan's voluptuous breasts to steady her thrusts and lost herself further to her reverie. "Just imagine. You could help me out all kinds of ways. I need someone to get me water when I'm cumming this much. And you could massage my balls... Ooh!"

Esther jerked in surprise as she felt two palms close around her heavy testes. She looked down and saw Susan had reached out to fulfill her casual fantasy. "You're such a dear," said Esther. Susan's reply - if she was even trying to speak - was a muffled groan due to the thick rod clogging her throat.

"I need to have you over more often, Susan. Do you play bridge? Or ... Hell, just to fuck your sweet throat. Just like this. You'd be okay with that, right? I can't stop... But oh why can't I cum yet... I know! Enzo, sweetie, come up here and take her pussy." She waved him over.

"What?! You mean like...?"

"Yes, honey. With your dick. I know you've got one."

Enzo knew that all too well, going by the pressure in his pants. He looked over at Allie, but she just shrugged. Susan's rocking form stretched across the table. He undid his pants and looked down at Susan who was red in the face.

"Is this okay?" asked Enzo, looking over to his girlfriend’s mother.

Susan didn't say anything, not that she could. Both her hands and mouth were fully devoted to pleasuring Esther's Alpha dick. Instead, she simply spread her legs wide.

Esther was panting in anticipation. "That's it. Give it to her from behind. I want to see this MILF get spit-roasted, baby. So be a good boy and fuck your girlfriend's mom, Enzo!"

Enzo hesitated: technically he had no right to fuck Susan, and Esther couldn’t give him permission—She wasn’t a real Alpha, after all. And yet, Susan seemed to think that the other woman was in charge of her body, and Allie didn’t mind, so...