Jen continues to tease.

"You're thinking about it now aren't you?" Jen asked.

"About what?" John asked.

"Fucking her."

"Well it's hard not to talk about it without thinking about it." John felt his hips buck slightly.

"You're thinking about fucking her warm, hot, tight little cunt aren't you?" Jen whispered huskily.

"Yes" John gasped as he started thrusting up into Emily's mouth. She tried to stop him, but feared drawing too much attention to himself and soon stopped.

"Is that why you're masturbating under the table even though you're mommy is right here?" Jen asked.

"What? I'm not-" John started.

"Honey, How many times have I walked in on you jerking that fat meat stick of yours?"

"Just once!" John insisted.

"Well... Maybe that you know of." Jen countered. "Every time I check to see if the shower is open I see you moaning Emily's name with your eyes closed, always with that expression on your face." She point at his face.

"I'm not-"

"It's okay baby. I told you masturbation is perfectly natural. I just got done doing it right before I came out here, why should I care if you do it? I usually need privacy to do it, but you clearly don't."

"I just-"

"I know baby, I know what it's like. All those hormones. You can't control it." Jen said standing up and walking around the table. She stopped when she reached John's side and slowly bent down. She picked up Emily's panties that were peaking out from under the table and stepped right next to John, leaning her ass against the table. If she looked down now she could make eye contact with Emily. Instead she held the panties under John's nose.

"Smell" She ordered. John took a deep breath in and sighed. She held the panties in place.

John started moving Emily's mouth up and down on his cock, his pace steadily growing faster.

"So you're thinking about fucking tight cunt right?" Jen continued.

"Mouth." Was all John could muster.

"Mouth eh? Not bad. I bet you'd just love to fuck that pretty face of hers."

"Yes" John gasped.

"See? isn't this much better? You being open with mommy?"

"Yes"

"You don't have to worry about me judging you do you?"

"No"

"That's right. I make you feel comfortable."

"Yes."

"I make you feel safe."

"Yes."

"That same safe, nurturing feeling you had when you would breast feed."

"Yes."

"You remember breast feeding don't you? You should, You did it until you were six."

"Yes!"

"You love me don't you?"

"YES!"

"Because I'm your Mommy."

"YES!"

"Say it."

"MOMMY! YOU'RE MY MOMMY! I LOVE YOU MOMMY!"

Jen leaned in and hugged her son, pulling his face to her massive breasts.

"I LOVE YOU MOMMY!" John cried into his mother's breasts. "I'm cumming Mommy! Mommy I'm cumming. Fuck! SHIT! Mommy I'm cumming!"

"Shhh shhh shh that's it baby, just let it all out. Pump it all out for your Mommy." Jen cooed.

John could feel Emily hesitating throughout his orgasm, but he held her head firmly and fucked her face to completion. John fell back in his chair exhausted. Jen leaned in and kissed him on the lips, slightly probing his mouth with the tip of her tongue.

"That's mommy's good boy. Finish your breakfast now, Mommy's going to go masturbate again now too. If you need me I'll be in my room." With that she walked out of the room. John looked down at Emily, who was just now getting his dick out of her mouth.