Yup, completely normal under the table blowjob

Breakfast Servitude – A Wife’s Twisted Reawakening

The Domestic Illusion – A Family’s Morning Charade

The breakfast table was a portrait of normalcy—sunlight streaming through the blinds, the clink of silverware against plates, the rich aroma of coffee and bacon hanging in the air. Rebecca twirled a strand of hair around her finger as she recounted her upcoming history exam, her cheeks still flushed from the shower. Stefano nodded along, his fingers drumming idly against his coffee mug, his hazel eyes flickering with something dark beneath their human veneer.

Jessica watched them both, her fork hovering over her scrambled eggs.

Something was wrong.

Not with them.

With her.

The cheating wife's pale skin felt too tight. Her pulse was too quick. And between her thighs—

—wet.

She shifted in her seat, her nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her blouse.

Why was she so turned on?

Stefano’s voice cut through her thoughts.

"Jessica?"

She blinked. "Hmm?"

"You’re not eating," he observed, his lips curling into a smirk. "Something on your mind?"

Jessica’s throat went dry.

Yes.

His cock.

The thought came unbidden, vulgar, shameful—but it burned in her skull like a brand.

She **** a smile. "Just thinking about… work."

Stefano’s grin widened.

Liar.

The Hypnotic Trigger – A Wife’s Unraveling Resistance

Jessica stabbed her fork into a piece of bacon, her knuckles whitening.

This wasn’t her.

She didn’t serve. She didn’t submit.

She was the one who cheated. Who dominated. Who laughed at Stefano’s pathetic attempts to please her.

So why—

—why did her body ache to kneel?

Her gaze dropped to Stefano’s lap.

His sweatpants did nothing to hide the monstrous outline beneath them—thick, veined, impossibly large.

Since when was he so big?

Her breath hitched.

The Osiris ring pulsed.

And then—

—her chair scraped back.

The cheating slut-wife's knees hit the floor.

Her lithe hands reached for his waistband.

Rebecca’s voice was distant, muffled, as if underwater.

"M-Mom? What are you—"

Jessica didn’t answer.

She couldn’t.

Her fingers were already peeling Stefano’s pants down, the hungry milf's pretty mouth watering as his cock sprang free—13 inches of throbbing, pulsing demon-flesh, the tip glistening with precum.

"F-Fuck—" Jessica whispered, her mind splintering between horror and hunger.

Stefano chuckled, his fingers tangling in her red hair.

"Get working, wife."

The Throat Training – A Cheater’s Punishment

Jessica lunged, her lips stretching around his girth, her throat burning as she **** herself deeper, deeper, until her nose buried in his pubes.

"G-GLK—!"

Stefano groaned, his hips jerking, his throbbing cock thrusting into her esophagus with brutal precision.

"That’s it," he growled, his grip tightening. "Take it all, you filthy cocksucker."

Jessica gagged, the cheating slut's green eyes watering, her manicured nails digging into his thighs as she struggled to breathe.

But Stefano didn’t care.

He fucked her face, his pace vicious, his balls slapping against her chin, his cock bulging the horny milf's throat with every thrust.

Rebecca whimpered, her fingers dipping beneath the table, the young redhead vixen's panties soaked as she watched her mother ****.

"D-Dad—"

"Quiet, princess," Stefano snarled, his free hand gripping Rebecca’s wrist, forcing her fingers deeper into her cunt. "Your mother’s learning her place."

Jessica’s vision whited out.

Her body betrayed her, the haughty realtor's pussy dripping, her nipples pebbling, the cheating wife's mind breaking as pleasure erupted through her.

She was going to cum.

From this.

"O-ohmygod, I hate this so much... W-why!? Why does it feel so damn good?!"

From him.

The realization shattered her.

The Rimjob Degradation – A ****’s Ultimate Test

Stefano yanked the cheating slut of a wife off his cock, saliva stringing from her luscious red lips as she gasped for air.

_"How many times had she blown a client with deep pockets just to seal a deal? The whore didn't think twice before ruining our marriage, beating me down when my I lost my teaching position at the university..." _The very thought made him even harder, Stefano slapped his throbbing prick against the horny milf's flushed cheeks letting her know where she truly belonged.

On her knees.

Between his legs.

"Not done yet," he murmured, standing, pushing the horny milf onto her back, his monstrous shaft slapping against her face. "Clean me everywhere, Jessica."

The cheating wife's voluptuous body moved on its own, her lithe hands gripping his ass, the hungry sluut's tongue lashing out to lick a filthy stripe from his taint to his hole.

"N-No—" she whimpered, even as her mouth sealed over his rim, her tongue plunging inside, twisting, probing, worshiping him like a demonic idol.

"Yeah, bitch. You like playing dirty with your clients? That's all you are good for!"

Stefano threw his head back, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as her tongue cleaning him deep, claiming him in ways she’d never dared think of before.

"F-Fuck! Just like—hnngh—that!"

Rebecca moaned, her fingers fucking her pussy faster, the young woman's emerald eyes glued to the depraved sight of her mother eating dad’s ass like a starved whore.

Jessica’s mind screamed in protest—

—but her body arched, her cunt clenching, her tongue working him deeper, harder, until—

—Stefano roared, his cock pulsing, his cum exploding across her face in thick, creamy strands.

Jessica gasped, her tongue lapping at the air, catching stray drops, her body convulsing as she came untouched, her juices soaking the floor beneath her.

The Aftermath – A Family’s New Normal

Stefano stepped back, his cock glowing with residual power, his golden eyes locked on Jessica’s broken form.

"Good girl," he purred, his fingers trailing through her cum-streaked hair. "Now clean yourself up. We have plans today."

Jessica nodded, her mind fogging as the ring’s power sealed her fate.

Rebecca whimpered, her fingers still working her clit, her body thrumming with unspent need.

Stefano grinned.

The **** training wasn’t over.

It had only just begun.