Rex and his family go to dinner

“Are you quite alright, Son?”

Rexus looks up at his adoptive father. Bacchus Aldryn is sitting at the end of the bed, polishing his best shoes: the dark leather ones with the big buckles. He’s already finished Rex’s, which are waiting by the door with the rest of the boy’s outfit.

“Y-yeah, why?”

“It’s just... You’re being terribly rough with your mother.”

Bellsi Aldryn is sprawled across the bed, lying on her back with her head hanging over the edge. Rex is bent over her, thrusting every inch of his cock down her throat with rough, rapid strokes.

The position they’ve chosen is a practical one: she’s already dolled-up in her finest dress (maroon silk held by a single strap around the shoulder), and the upside-down facefuck lets all the drool and pre-cum fall onto the floor rather than her expensive garment. It’s not doing much good for her makeup, though, which will have to be re-done from scratch.

“I’m just working off steam, father. What’s the problem?”

“Well, that’s just it... Why all the stress? It’s only dinner.”

“Mmgh,” Bellsi grunts, trying to speak. Rex pulls out, and after gasping and panting a few times, she continues: “He j-just needs some relief. Please don’t nag him... I’ll be just fine.”

“Of course, Dear,” Bacchus replies, his expression softening even as Rex shoves his member back into his wife’s throat. “I’m just worried about him. You’re not the nervous kind, m’boy.”

“The Vandises are a little... Mm... Intimidating,” Rex replies, leaning further forward to grope his mother’s chest. Then he pulls up the red dress, revealing her bare pussy and pregnant belly. “I’ll be fine, though. Just want to blow one more load in Mother.”

“Always good for the nerves,” Bacchus nods, picking out a coat from his closet. “Best pick up the pace, though. We’re due in half an hour.”

“I thought I was being too rough? Now you want me to go faster?”

“Don’t get smart with me,” his father replies sternly, though there’s a smile on his face. “Just focus on mounting that mouth, so we can get out of here.”

“As you wish,” Rex laughs, hilting himself in Bellsi’s throat as he reaches out to spread her legs and slip a finger into her pussy. She moans around his cock, and the extra stimulation makes him tense up. “Guh... Shouldn’t take long...”

The Aldryn family is only barely late to dinner, arriving by wagon just before sundown. Bellsi is still fixing herself up, trying valiantly to comb her hair as the wheels bounce over the cobblestones. In addition to the mess Rex made while fucking her mouth, she’s also still flushed and disheveled from the toe-curling orgasm he gave her after just a few minutes of fingering.

The Vandis house is large, though not as stately or modern as the other upper-class homes in the neighborhood: its sandstone walls and domed roof remind Rex of the old-world elven cities pictured in his history textbook.

The boy knocks on the large wooden door, and Teysa Vandis answers. She’s wearing a long, flowing white dress, with a halter top adorned by a gold buckle in the shape of a rose. Its fabric is so fine that Rex can just barely see the dark skin of her body beneath; it’s hardly the most obscene thing an elven MILF has worn in his presence, but on her buxom body it’s enough to get him hard within seconds.

“Good evening,” Teysa says, raising an eyebrow as she sees Rex’s family waiting behind him... It’s almost as though they were his children. “I’m happy that all of you could make it. Please, come inside.”

She leads them to a large, candlelit dining room, its walls and shelves cluttered with ornaments, elaborate containers, and all manner of curiosities. Irelya Vandis is sitting there, braiding her dark hair while she waits. Her outfit is far less risque than her mother's (though perhaps more provocative than what she usually wears to school): a flowing purple shirt with white harem pants.

“I have to put the finishing touches on supper,” Teysa says, putting a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Irelya will entertain you in the meantime.”

“Uh, good to see you,” Rex stammers, taking a seat alongside his parents. “This is Bellsi, and Bacchus.”

“Charmed,” Irelya says, smiling a little. “Um... I trust you had no trouble finding our home?”

Try as he might, Rex can’t get a read on her: for all he knows, she could be nervous, embarrassed, bored, annoyed... With uncharacteristic awkwardness, the boy clears his throat and nods. “Of course not. It’s a very interesting place.”

“Thanks, I think. Mother does plenty of business with old-world diplomats and traders, so...”

They make awkward small-talk for a while, interrupted occasionally by the sounds of pans clanging in the kitchen. Judging by the racket (and the wonderful smell), Teysa must be a very passionate cook.

“Irelya!” The woman’s voice is cheerful but urgent as she calls out. “A moment, please?”

“Excuse me... I think Mother needs help with the sky-iron pot. It’s not so light as the merchants would have you believe.”

“Allow me,” Rex says, pushing back his chair. Before Irelya can get up, he strides off into the kitchen.

As expected, he finds Teysa Vandis bent over a large drawer, struggling with a huge, bluish-black cauldron. “Irelya, Dear, just grab a handle—Oh!” She gasps as Rex cups her huge, round bottom, gently groping her through her dress.

“What a wonderful sight,” he murmurs, moving closer until his bulging crotch is nestled between her cheeks. With the dress pulled taught, he can see her every curve. “What a wonderful woman.”

“Th-thank you,” she says, glancing back. “Could you help me get this on the counter, before—Before anything else? I need one more pot for the sauce, and this is the only—”

“Of course, Ma’am.” Pulling away from her ass, Rex helps Teysa lift the cauldron out of the drawer and onto the cooking range. By the time they’re done, she’s breathing quite heavily.

“Thank you,” she repeats, smoothing out her dress... And inadvertently revealing how hard her nipples are.

“Huh, it must be cold in here,” Rex says, a sly grin on his face; his awkward demeanor is quickly disappearing now that he’s out of Irelya’s presence and back in his element.

“Hmm? I think it’s rather—” She stops short, following his gaze. “Oh... Um... I’d better get back to work. You can tell the others that supper’s nearly ready.”

“Wonderful,” Rex replies, before reaching out and grabbing two handfuls of her thinly-covered tits. He bounces them once, brushes a thumb over her nipple, then backs off and heads out the door before she can react.

The moment the boy is gone, Teysa’s hand moves slowly towards her crotch. She begins to slowly yet desperately rub at her clit through the thin dress... Before snapping out of her trance and returning to the stove.

Soon after, the two families are sitting down to eat. While Teysa serves the food, Rex’s father is striking up a conversation with Irelya.

Seeing the others busy, Bellsi turns to her son. “You’re stiff,” she murmurs, running a hand over his crotch lovingly. “May I help?”

“Yes, thanks.”

With that she pops open the button on his fly, pulling out his erection and pumping it slowly. Within seconds, everyone in the room can tell what’s going on... But none say a word.

Teysa Vandis flushes, staring intently at the buttered sprouts she’s serving. She doesn’t look entirely embarrassed: it seems as though she’s trying to control herself. Bacchus Aldryn glances over, smiles faintly, then goes back to chatting with Irelya. The younger Vandis doesn’t react at all, either not noticing or not caring about the incestuous handjob.

Once everyone has their meal, the hostess speaks a short phrase in Old Elven and begins to eat. Everyone seems hungry enough, devouring the home-cooked delicacy... Though Bellsi has to get by with only one hand.

After a few moments of silent chewing, Teysa is first to speak:

“So, Rexus... You and your mother,” she says carefully. “I knew you were with Miss Miarora, but... But I...”

“Oh, they just help me out sometimes,” he replies with a shrug. “They’re both so very generous. My favorite women.” He pecks his mother on the cheek, and she beams with pride while stroking him faster. “Mmm... This really is good.”

“Thank you,” Irelya and Bellsi both reply, unsure whether he’s speaking of the cooking or the stimulation.

More hesitantly, Rex addresses Irelya. “Do, uh, do you ever get your mother’s help? Or your father’s, I suppose?”

The girl raises an eyebrow. “With what?”

“When you get hot, uncomfortable... ‘Horny,’ Miss Miarora calls it sometimes. I know girls feel it as well.”

“Oh, that...” She blushes a little. “No, never. I think that’s just you.”

“I’m the only one who gets horny? I know Mother does, and Miss—”

“No, you’re just the only one who uses your parents. Or ‘uses’ anyone, really. It’s different for most people... Most elves.”

“Oh.” Rex looks a little put-out, but then he shrugs. “I think I’m going to cum soon. Mother, could you—”

“I’mthehostess,” Teysa blurts out, rising up and pushing back her chair so quickly that it nearly tips over. “What do you need?”

“Just a warm mouth to keep your floors clean,” he replies, without batting an eye. “Would you mind?”

She’s on her knees and under the table within moments, and then Rex feels her plump lips wrap around his shaft. Teysa is both eager and talented, with more pre-existing experience in this sort of thing than any woman he’s been with. When she takes his entire length inside and her lips brush his pelvis, Rex can’t hold back any longer.

“W-wow, fuuuck,” he groans, unloading into the elven woman’s throat. His mother rubs his shoulder encouragingly, while also catching up on eating now that she’s less busy.

“No swearing at the table,” Irelya chides him, though there’s a small smile on her face. “Mother doesn’t allow it.”

“Mm-mmph,” Teysa mumbles happily, Rex’s cock still sheathed in her throat.

“...Oh. I suppose it’s okay just this once,” her daughter continues.

Rex grins back at her. “Want to try it?”

“F-fuck no, cockswallower.”

“Hah! Fucking hells, I didn’t expect that kind of boarshit out of a proper girl!”

They both erupt into giggles as Teysa slowly pulls back, trying not to let too much drool and cum fall onto Rex’s trousers... Though she doesn’t take nearly as much care with her own dress. When she rises back into her seat the chest is soaked-through, outlining her heavy breasts even more clearly than before.

Surprisingly, Rex barely gives them a glance: his eyes are still on Irelya’s smiling face as they laugh and swear together.