Dinner

The atmosphere at the dinner table is a bit tense, but you can't help feeling strangely excited about the new dynamics in your household.

"So," Emma begins, looking pointedly at both you and Summer, "How did the ride in and unpacking with Chuck go?"

Summer smirks before answering.

"It was good, Mom! He's actually quite helpful," she says, patting you on the thigh, her hand lingering just a hair longer than appropriate.

You feel your cock twitch beneath the table as her fingers brush against it.

"Uh huh.." Emma responds, skepticism dripping from her tone. "And how was that?"

"Yeah! He did basically of the unloading for me so I could walk to the mall," Summer continues casually, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Jesus Christ, you thought. This little slut walked to the mall with your cum on her face? Just the thought of it has your dick straining against your jeans beneath the dinner table.

Emma's eyebrows furrow as she glances from you to Summer, but she says nothing more.

Meanwhile, Summer's foot has started rubbing against your leg in a seductive manner beneath the table, causing your cock to stiffen once again.

"Anyway," You interject, trying to steer the conversation away from the uncomfortable silence. "It's still pretty early. What did you guys want to do tonight?"