She beats you to it

Lucy: You’re getting close aren’t you?

Was the text you saw as you tried to control yourself, finding it hard to concentrate on anything at this point.

The smirk on Lucy’s face at this point had grown once again and when she saw that your hand was clenched around your phone and you couldn’t reply, she seemed to take even more pleasure in being able to tease you.

Lucy: I bet you had so many plans to get me to help you out. How does Mom’s mouth feel?

As soon as you saw the text, you had to close your eyes to try and not think about what Mom was doing but that only seemed to make things worse, your imagination filling in the blanks as you pictured Mom desperately trying to make you cum while she knelt there handcuffed on the floor.

The phone buzzed in your hand and only after it buzzed for a second time did you **** yourself to open your eyes to take a look.

Lucy: That good huh? You think she would share some with me?

Lucy: You can’t start ignoring me when you were the one to invite me to watch. You still need to answer the question. All you need to do is nod and then I’ll leave you alone and let you cum all over her.

Each word was already hard to look at but looking back up at Lucy with her tits exposed was enough to push you over the edge.

You gave her a very brief nod and saw her smile at you before you were **** to put your phone down on the counter, not wanting to risk cracking the screen in your grip as the pressure continued to build.

“Fuck Mom” you said to her, the first words you had spoken for what felt like ages and making Lucy take a step back when her teasing became that much more real.

You had to take another hand down to Mom’s head when you finally shot your first rope of cum into her mouth, subconsciously pressing her further down your shaft until her lips met your body. Both you and Lucy could hear Mom gurgle as she tried desperately to swallow your cum before the next spurt filled her mouth.

Mom still didn’t give any sign for you to stop so you carried on holding her tight, feeling a third and forth shot fill her mouth as you let your orgasm roll over you, the feeling of Mom swallowing around your shaft making you feel like you were being milked dry by her while she drank all the cum you could give her.

The grip you had on the sides of the counter slowly loosened and you pulled your hips far enough back that you were sure Mom could move back and escape the hold on you if she wanted. She however just stayed sitting there on the floor and kept your erection in her mouth for as long as she could.

Thanks to the KDK, you stayed hard while both Mom and Lucy were in the room even though you physically felt like you were struggling to even stand without having the counter in front of you.

After your thoughts turned to Lucy still being in the room, you briefly looked up to see that she had retreated back to the door, the smirk still stuck on her face. Before you could look away again, she briefly wiggled her phone and then disappeared, making you turn your phone over on the counter to see what she wanted.

Lucy: I’ll come back in in a minute. Try and get Mom to be semi-presentable but not enough for her to be fully ready for me ;)

Was what you saw on your screen, finding it hard to think of a time that Lucy had used an emoji before.

With a few more deep breaths, you felt that your legs were stable enough for you to take a step back so you could finally look down at Mom, your erection finally leaving Mom’s lips in the process and giving you the opportunity to put your jeans back on.

Your eyes widened as she looked even better than you had imagined in any of your blissed-out thoughts before. The slight blush on her face as she still caught her breath after the blowjob, the cum trailing from the corner of her lip and the fact that she was still tied up on her knees were all points your eyes tried to focus in on, the sight leaving you speechless until she looked up at you.

The fact that her eyes locked onto yours with such a warm look of understanding and care led you to crouch down so you could meet her stare at an even level.

“...Was that… was that all okay with you?” you asked, wanting to first ask if she was okay but stopping yourself as you went to trust that she would have signalled otherwise if she hadn’t been.

“...Don’t tell Sarah I said this but… I think I get what she means when she wants you to treat her like an object” Mom whispered, briefly pausing as if checking her surroundings before she admitted that secret to you.

“Don’t worry, she’s already mentioned that enough that I don’t need to let her know you are in agreement” you replied, giving Mom a smile and running your finger affectionately over her brow, pushing her hair away from her eyes so you could both see each other better.

“Think you can stand?” you said, not wanting to rush Mom but also knowing that Lucy was planning on making an entrance in a minute.

Mom nodded while she still tried to control her breathing and with her hands locked behind her back, you had to help her to her feet and out from behind the island counter that she had been hiding behind.

You leaned back down and picked up the apron Mom had been using for padding and after briefly patting it down, you moved back towards Mom and lifted it over her head.

There was something nice about dressing her back up and after tying the apron strings back around her back while embracing her from the front, you could feel her hands still tied behind her.

You decided to leave them like that for the moment and instead you let your hands move up to her sides and enjoyed holding her close to you for the moment.

“Are you going to unlock these things or do you plan on keeping me like this?” Mom said with a chuckle, rattling the chain of the handcuffs but doing her best to close in on your hug without the use of her hands.

“It’s a tough decision” you joked back, seeing her smile knowing you weren’t serious in your answer.

“Well, I would like to hug you back and if you ever want to taste my cooking again, I’m probably going to need my hands back” Mom teased, doing her best to press her shoulders forward in what she could attempt as a hug.

While it was amusing to watch, you thought she had been locked up long enough and went to grab the key from your bag, both you and Mom looking in the direction of the kitchen door to see Lucy turn the corner and see you both.