Veevee says, "Paint Gary's face!"

"Gary, why don't you sit your mom down at the kitchen table," Hank said. "And you sit too, sonny." He spat on his palm and kept stroking his hard cock.

"Poor Hank," Veevee said. "We can't leave my man hanging hard."

Gary laughed. He put his arm around Veevee's shoulders. "Dad's big. I can still feel him."

"That was wild," Veevee said. She grinned at Hank. "You know what would be wilder?"

"No idea, Vee," Hank said

Veevee and Gary were smiling, with pink, flushed cheeks, shining with pleasure in the afterglow of their second fuck to a mutual orgasm. With them side by side, smiling, Hank could see the close resemblance of mother and son's faces, in their cheeks and eyes and golden hair.

"Paint Gary's face! Ha ha!" Veevee crowed. She slipped an arm around Gary's back as they sat together. "If my men are feeling as wild as me."

"Son?" Hank asked.

Gary laughed. He cleared his throat.