Mother's Intuition

Reuploaded because I messed up the chapter structure.

Dinner comes, and Lisa proudly serves a rich stew with vegetables and mashed potatoes. Besides that, the three of them devour an entire loaf of bread in the process of dipping up the sauce with it.

Sarah also shares her story with them, recounting her conversation with her friends in great detail. "I never realized how... common that concept of sex or love is," she concludes bitterly.

"Yeah, some girls are like that," Lisa replies, looking a bit sad herself. "I'm glad you turned out better."

After that, the conversation turns to lighter topics. Everyone relaxes, letting loose the tension in their bodies and minds, and getting comfortable again. You talk about random things, like old memories of times when you were little. Sarah tells stories of funny stuff she did at school, and the entire table laughs loudly. Lisa pours out more wine, but Sarah rejects it adamantly.

You amuse yourself by rubbing Sarah's groin with your right foot underneath the table whenever she's not talking. She stiffens up every time you do, glancing around quickly. Nobody seems to notice as they are distracted by the conversation. She squirms a little, trying to keep her cool, but your toes find the bulge in her crotch easily. Her breathing hitches up, and she keeps biting her lip to avoid making any noises.

"Sarah, are you alright?" Crystal asks suddenly, noticing her sister's behavior. "You look uncomfortable."

"Peppercorn. Unlucky." Sarah answers instantly, taking a deep sip from her cup.

You can't help but grin to yourself as you continue to tease her. The entire meal, you stroke her length slowly, kneading the meat gently between your toes, massaging it repeatedly. Whenever you think she has gotten used to it, you apply a bit more pressure, squeezing her cock with your sole.

But alas, dinner must come to an end eventually. Lisa and Crystal stand up, while Sarah remains seated for a moment, surreptitiously reaching down to readjust herself in her pants. She glances over at you, gives you an incredulous scoff, and excuses herself to the bathroom.

After dinner, the four of you watch a movie together, snuggling up on the couch. Lisa sits on your left, leaning into you, pressing herself against your body. On your right is Sarah, who's wiggling around constantly. Crystal sits on the floor in front of you three, getting her hair braided by Lisa.

Every time you glance to your right, you see a squirming Sarah, trying to adjust her dick discreetly. Her cheeks redden each time you catch her eye, and she averts her gaze quickly. You just smirk back at her, enjoying the show. To her credit, she makes it through the entire movie without coming undone, though her discomfort grows visibly throughout. When the credits begin to roll, she practically leaps off the sofa, mumbling something like 'good night'. She sprints up the stairs, leaving you three behind in silence.

Lisa looks after her daughter, then turns towards you again. She smiles knowingly, patting your thigh lightly. With an exaggerated yawn, she rises to her feet slowly. "Well, time for bed, kids. Chop chop!" She tells you with mock sternness.

Crystal stands up as well, stretching her arms above her head, and yawning as well. "Mmmnnight, guys." She slurs, stands up, and turns towards the staircase without another word.

You rise as well and follow Lisa into your bedroom. It's empty, and the lights are dimmed low. There's a hint of sweet scent in the air, which you recognize immediately as Lisa's perfume.

As you walk inside, Lisa closes the door behind you and turns around. She grins at you wolfishly.

"Sooo...," she purrs, taking a step closer, placing both of her hands on your chest gently. "I know what you did to Sarah during dinner..." She murmurs, tilting her head upwards, pressing her lips against yours gently. "You naughty boy."

You chuckle quietly, kissing her back softly. "Oops."

"Mhmm. And if I'm not terribly mistaken, I'll have to go to bed alone tonight." She steps even closer, wrapping her arms around your neck, holding yourself against you tightly. "It's such a shame, too, since my balls are almost bursting. I have so much to give to you." She leans in to whisper into your ear. "But here I am, blue-balled by my own daughter. What a cruel twist of fate."

You look at her tenderly, cupping her face gently. "That sounds like a you-problem," you reply playfully.

She gasps at you in mock outrage. "How dare you!"

You laugh loudly at her expression, then pick her up, lifting her into your arms swiftly. She yelps in surprise at first, but then giggles as you carry her over to the bed, laying her down on it. You sit beside her, leaning down to kiss her passionately. Her fingers run through your hair as you make out for a few minutes, feeling the warmth of her body close to yours.

"Mmh. Doug?" She breaks the kiss after a while, gazing up at you.

"Yes?" You ask, pausing to catch your breath.

"Go get her, tiger. I'll be waiting here for you."

You nod at her, slip off the bed quickly, and make your way to Sarah's room through the quiet house.