Dessert sounds great.

Without waiting for an answer, Gladys downed her nearly full glass of wine and slid off the table, taking a moment to get her footing in her **** state.

“Just give me a second!” Gladys slurred and for some reason slipped on her gaudy silver high heels, before tottering into the kitchen wearing nothing else, her ample hips swaying the whole way.

“I should probably keep an eye on her.” Alfred grumbled, to the humor of everyone at the table.

“I’ll help.” Amelia’s husband added and followed his father-in-law after his tipsy grandmother-in-law.

“You two are more than welcome to stay, no need to be shy.” Evelyn smiled at you and nudged Hannah before taking a sip of her wine.

Hannah nodded her thanks and gripped her chair nervously. You decided to take the woman’s kindness a bit farther though.

You walked up to Evelyn and yanked her from her chair by the wrist and lead her over to an empty chair at the end of the table, making sure to drag Amelia with you along the way.

“Still not done with us, eh?” Amelia chuckled softly.

“I just figured while we wait for dessert to be served you and your mom could clean me up.”

“Oh, of course.” Evelyn sputtered as if she was shocked by the mere consideration that it wouldn’t be fine.

In tandem, both the women sank to their knees with a cheery smile and went about licking you clean. Amelia worked your flaccid length and Evelyn took to running her tongue over your balls. They had barely started however, before the men and Gladys returned with dessert.

“Where’d Evelyn and Amelia go?” Alfred grunted quietly while placing a large tray of some kind of cobbler on the table.

“Mmhm! Down here dad!” Amelia quickly parted from your cock just long enough to reply with a wave, before going back to your rapidly reviving meat.

“I’ve got your wives cleaning my cock for me.” You smiled to the two men in turn.

Both just nodded in understanding as they set about serving the cobbler.

“Well I guess that’s one thing you can say about… your kind, you know what you want and you’re not afraid to take it.” Gladys stumbled over her words with a hearty laugh as she carelessly tossed a aerosol can of whipped cream on the table and poured herself another glass of wine with a far off look in her eyes.

Evelyn heaved a heavy sigh into your lap, but lapped up the length of your hardening cock without a word.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Alfred winced as he watched Gladys take a hearty swig of her drink.

“Not even our women are safe! You’re just like a viking or a marauder!” Gladys added with a derisive laugh completely ignoring the man.

She was starting to lose you now. If it was racism you could’ve wrapped your head around the concept, but classism was a whole other beast. Growing up you may not have been rich, but you were comfortable, and even now your job was decent, so right off the bat you hard a hard time feeling offended. To make it even more confusion, even though Gladys was quite obviously wealthier than your family had ever been, there wasn’t that big of a wealth gap. She was like a dachshund barking at a jack russell. Either she was delusional or she was hiding something else and maybe you were being naive, but you didn’t see Gladys as delusional.

“You seemed to like it when I took you, though.” You smirked at the woman and placed a hand on her daughter’s head.

“Yeah….” Gladys nodded several times with a dopey smile before taking another deep drink, leaving her with half a glass, “...I’m surprised I could be satisfied by fuck someone so… lowborn.”

Everyone at the table tensed, and Hannah wrinkled her nose at you as a serving of cobbler was dropped onto her plate. Before anyone else could say a word though, you laughed. There wasn’t something a drunk, naked cougar like her could say to upset you especially since you could just fuck her stupid whether she got close to upsetting you or not.

Your laugh definitely cleared the air, but Gladys didn’t seem to notice there had been any change to begin with, and powered on,

“I mean, I expected you to act like an animal the second you got a taste of a high class woman, but I’m surprised how much I managed to enjoy myself despite that.”

Amelia pulled away from your cock and seemed to be physically biting her tongue, while Evelyn just winced and mouthed ‘I’m so sorry’ up at you.

You couldn’t have been calmer though,

“Oog, maybe me should beat slut over head and drag back to cave next time. ” You sneered, not joking even half as much as the laughter that filled the room would suggest.

Gladys was the only one who didn’t laugh, instead she swirled her wine with a far off smile before downing the rest of her drink, ending with a hiccup.

You successfully cleared the air and kept the mood light, but in the process you had reached full mast again.

When you first discover the ring there were some sparse notes and from what you’d managed to glean from them was that it was supposed to grant ‘supreme sexual prowess’ to the wearer. Clearly you were finding out what that meant specifically, not that you were complaining though. It seemed fitting that a sex granting object granted increased virility while it was at it.

“Well I’ve been a bit rude myself. I’m sure you ladies want some dessert too, right?” You smiled apologetically at the two MILFs kneeling in front of you.

You didn’t wait for them to finish sputtering their polite denials before leaning over and grabbing the whipped cream so helpfully offered by Amelia’s husband. With an energetic shake of the can and a wolfish grin, you squeezed a thick layer of the chilled dessert topping over your meat, making sure to get every exposed inch before setting the can back down on the table.

“Oh, now you are being mean!” Amelia furrowed her brow in a weak attempt at a glare, and a complete failure to hide her grin.

“Don’t be like that dear.” Evelyn scolded her daughter with a grin of her own and a bemused shake of her head, “Seeing as how we got you so hard again it was very kind of you to give as a treat while we take care of this.” Evelyn kept eye contact with you for a moment before leaning over the head of your cock.

She seemed to be waiting for you to actually ask to have your cock sucked before she did it. It was as if she thought it would’ve been perverse and weird if she started sucking without permission, but you simply waited to see how she’d react.

Evelyn seemed flustered for a moment, shooting you a few fervent glances before taking a deep breath and diving forward, sucking a wad of cream off the head of your cock

“Don’t hog it all, mom!” Amelia squealed and dove forward, licking a large glob from the side of your cock and making a mess of her face in the process.

“Well if you’re giving them their dessert, we may as well tuck in too.” Alfred nodded approvingly to the rest of the table, the cobbler now served to everyone available.

You didn’t have to be asked twice. While Evelyn and Amelia lapped the whipped cream from your cock, you leaned over them to the table, as best you could anway, and took a bite of the food.

“You’re just going to leave my daughter and granddaughter down there suck you off huh?” Gladys wrinkled her nose and slurred.

Hannah was as uncomfortable as ever, and the men at the table rolled their eyes, but they kept quiet.

“Is there a problem with that?” You smiled across the table at her and pushed her daughter’s head down your half cleaned cock, burying yourself to the balls in her throat, and smearing cream across her face.

“Of course not!” Amelia snapped while her mother commandeered your cock, “You can do whatever you want to us. Besides, I’ve got to get rid of this pregnancy weight anyways, a light dessert is fine with me.”

“I still don’t understand what it is with men and wanting their cock’s sucked.” Gladys grumbled and began pouring herself yet another glass of wine, the bottle nearly empty now.

This time Alfred got up from the table and tried to cut her off. Gladys defensively twisted in her seat and managed to get another half glass of wine before the man confiscated the bottle, but Gladys didn’t hesitate to down what she managed to pour before it could be taken from her.

“I mean, even my good for nothing husband wanted me to get on my knees for him…”

“Grandma…!” Amelia winced, but as you let her mother up for air she decided her mouth was better served licking up the remnants of cream still left behind, rather than scolding her sauced grandmother.

“...I made sure to put a stop to that early though! I told him…, ‘No! No way am I putting one of those filthy things in my mouth!’” Gladys was shouting now and breathless while leaning on the table heavily, “I can’t imagine why my daughters would put one of… ‘your’ cocks in their mouths, even slathered in whipped cream!” She shot you a condescending smirk, as if she was challenging you to fuck her throat.

“Man, I wonder what your stance on anal is than?”

There was another smattering of nervous chuckles, but it seemed the drunk Gladys was finally pushing too far for those that couldn’t fuck her at the drop of a hat and the air had gotten stiff. You didn’t need an argument to start while fucking the women of the house though, so you decided to take action.

Meanwhile, Gladys snorted and worked her mouth wordlessly, her eyebrows starting to furrow as she was starting to catch up with what you said.

With a grunt you stood up and dragged Evelyn up with you,

“Look, seems to me you’re jealous.” You cleared a spot on the table in front of Gladys and helped Evelyn onto it.

Gladys scoffed and straightened in her seat, seemingly pulling away from you, and took another drunken swig from her already empty glass. Despite the myriad of emotions she was showing, fear was quite certainly missing.

You ordered Evelyn onto her back and dragged her head over the edge of the table, and pushing her down so you could slowly guide your meat down her throat,

“You want me to do this to you, not you daughter, don’t you?” You glared at the woman, grabbing her daughter by the throat and started to fuck with reckless abandon.

“I already told you I don’t want that filthy thing near me, it’s soaked in my own daughters spit!”

“Oh, so it’d be fine if I wiped it clean then?” You shrugged and smiled to all those present, taking a moment longer to make eye contact with Alfred while you railed his wife’s throat, “Or maybe you’d rather it be some of her other juices?”

Gladys began to sputter, two filthy questions seemingly overloading her drunken mind. You capitalized on this, clamping down on her daughter's throat and starting to go to town, sending out a cacophony of sloppy gags while glaring at the older woman,

“If you ask me, it sounds like you want this, bad.” You gestured down to her daughter, **** on your cock while you squeezed her throat, “Your husband was ‘good-for-nothing’ because he respected you too much to just take you like a ‘lowborn animal.’You want me to just push you to your knees and fuck your throat beside your daughter and granddaughter.”

Gladys now had her back stiff and glared out you with a pair of wide eyes, her breathing rapid and her face red, either from anger, lust or drunkenness you weren’t sure, but all that mattered to you now was fucking Evelyn’s throat as hard as you could,

“You want me to treat you like a cheap whore like the rest of your family. You talk a lot of shit because you want it to be true. You want your every dirty thought about ‘people like me’ to be right. You want to be jumped and fucked like a cheap toy until all your holes ache and are leaking cum, don’t you?”

“I-I would never –!” Gladys drunken stammer was cut short, but it told you that most of – if not everything – you said had struck a chord.

“That would explain so much!” Amelia's husband grunted with a smirk.

“That’s kind of cute!” Amelia giggled over her the sounds of her gagging mother, “I mean, it’s way freakier than I ever though my grandma would ever be, and it definitely doesn’t excuse anything, but you’re like a teenager, too cool to admit when you like someone.”

“That’s enough!” Gladys screeched and stood out of her chair.

The other men at the table tensed and prepared to intervene, but you ignored the old woman and barked at her granddaughter,

“Amelia, come here, I’m about to cum!”

The young woman quickly skipped over and dropped to her knees to make sure her face was level with her mother’s and opened her mouth expectantly. You quickly pulled out from Evelyn’s throat and started pumping your spit soaked rod with one hand, using the other to push their heads together. As soon as her throat was free, Evelyn started coughing and gasping for air, but dutifully laid as still as she could beside her daughter waiting for your cum.

With one last animal grunt you started cumming over two generations of mothers, sending rope after rope of cum over Amelia's smiling face before shifting over to paint Evelyn’s face, mixing your cum with the spit and whipped cream smeared across it.

“Enjoyed watching me cum all over them?” You sneered at Gladys, “Want to be next?”

The grandmother huffed and puffed and made some various noises, her eyes drifting over her daughter and granddaughter, and lingering on your cock for a moment before she tore her eyes away with a grunt and turned on her heels to stomp off. She made it a step and a half before she started to totter on her high heels and then she crashed to the floor, sticking her ample ass into the air. She made a few more grunts and a couple slurred curses but beyond that didn’t move.

“And granny is down for the count.” Alfred rolled his eyes and sighed.

“I suppose that means we should call it a night too?” Amelia’s husband looked to Amelia with a tired sigh of his own.

“I suppose, although I guess it’s up to John if he’s done with me that is?” Amelia looked up at you with a smile, flicking her tongue out quickly to lick some cum off her lip.

“We did tell my parents we’d be back for some games.” Hannah finally spoke up, still looking horrified at Gladys, but seemingly soothed by the woman going down.