Her mother's face

Pulling out of the no-longer-virgin's tight hole, you climb across the table towards Christine, the bimbo mother. She's wearing a button-down top that's only been done up halfway, her ample cleavage stealing your attention.

Sitting on the edge of the table with one leg on either side of her, you grab her fake breasts with both hands, pulling her shirt apart with enough **** to pop several buttons. Wasting no time, you yank her closer, shoving your cock upwards into her bust. Only as you do this does she take notice of you, laughing slightly to herself. "Oh, you want to blow your load all over me? Sure thing."

As she begins to pump up and down for you, your hands move to her head, sinking into her thick red locks as you push her mouth down onto your bobbing tip.

While you're getting a titfuck from his wife, George has his attention on his daughter; now that you've taken her virginity, he tries his best to help her get her clothes back on and make her presentable.

Turning back to the redhead between your legs, you roughly push her off your cock. She falls back against the bench, still holding up her tits for you as a string of drool dangles from her lips. Stroking yourself rapidly, you hold your erect member just inches from her face, one hand still in her hair. A moment later you're cumming, your thick load exploding onto her. Some clings to her cheeks, some drips off her chin, and one rope even shoots straight into her open mouth.

"My, that was a big one," Christine comments with a laugh. "It's good to know my daughter was able to bring that out of you."

"Thanks for your help," George says from behind you. "I hope we didn't inconvenience you at all."

Wiping yourself off on his wife's ruined shirt before tucking your cock away, you give them all a quick nod. "No problem. Happy to help."

Leaving the happy family to finish their meal, the thought of your own meal enters your head. After all, you came here to eat, yet all you've done is shoot your load into two married women. You head for the till, glancing around for Michael. Luckily for your grumbling stomach, you find him almost immediately, brandishing two takeout bags as he walks towards you.

"Hey, did I give you enough time to get your rocks off?" he says, handing you a bag as you make for the exit.

"Twice, actually. Good lunch crowd today," you reply. "Where are we going?"

"It's kinda busy in here, so I thought we could go somewhere else to eat," he says with a shrug as you two head for the exit. "Any ideas?"