Karen had disappeared

Matt looked around to see that one of the spaces in the booth had suddenly become empty. Where Karen had earlier sat was simply a vacant space.

When he looked down at his crotch, the mystery was instantly solved. Karen had climbed under the table and was fumbling with his zipper.

He really was starting to like this restaurant.

Amy's mouth opened into an 'o' shape and he looked down to see that she must have had a similar idea and had reached for his dick only to find his sister in the way.

Well, he could deal with that. He put his arm around Amy and pulled her to him.

"Really," his mother said. "Public displays of affection at the table?"

"Mother, you've got to get past your puritanical upbringing," Matt said. "Of course I'm going to be friendly with my girlfriend.

Amy's mother grinned at him and winked. Then, apparently thinking she was being subtle, made an 'o' between her thumb and forefinger and moved it up and down... a clear indication she was encouraging her daughter it was time to give Matt a handjob.

Fuck, he couldn't believe she was encouraging her daughter like that. Were all these rich Hill types perverts? If so, Matt wished he'd moved here a long time ago. He wouldn't have had to wait until he was eighteen to finally have a sexual experience. Of course, he probably needed the failures of Los Angeles to toughen him up before he came here.

Karen had his zipper open now and started sucking him off, banging her head against the bottom of the table.

"I wonder if there's something wrong with the restaurant," his mother said. "That's a strange noise."

There definitely wasn't anything wrong with the restaurant.