Starting the next day

The sun was high in the sky when Trey finally dragged himself out of bed. He checked his phone; it was almost 1 PM. Saturday. Perfect. He could hear the sound of the TV from the living room, which meant his dad, Malcolm, was probably on the couch watching some golf or a documentary he didn't care about. The new, huge TV he’d wished into existence looked totally normal to Malcolm, of course.

He got up and walked into the living room, greeting his dad good afternoon, before he headed straight for the kitchen.

Keisha was at the counter, humming softly as she wiped it down, dressed in a simple t-shirt and shorts. She turned as Trey entered.

"Good afternoon, Trey" she said, "Ready for some breakfast?"

"Something else first," Trey mumbled, already moving towards her. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him. Her hands went straight to his cock, already starting to unbuckle his belt, while his hand went straight into her shorts, grabbing and fingering her cunt

"Right here?" she whispered, a thrill in her voice.

"Right now," Trey confirmed.

She didn't hesitate. Keisha took off her shorts, sat onto the clean kitchen table in the middle of the room, sending a small fruit bowl clattering. Her legs immediately wrapped around Trey’s waist. He pulled her closer, kissing her hard, his tongue diving into her mouth. She returned the kiss, her hands fumbling with his zipper.

His cock sprang free, already slick with precum. Keisha gasped, pulling her mouth away from his. "Oh, honey, you're so hard already," she whispered, her eyes wide with desire.

Trey pulled her off the counter, laying her down onto the wide, granite kitchen island. He spread her legs wide, her thighs pressing against the wooden surface, revealing her soaking wet pussy.

He pushed the head of his cock against her entrance, aligning himself. She whimpered, her hips tilting up, begging for him. He plunged inside her with one powerful thrust.

Aah! Keisha cried out, her body arching off the cold granite. "Oh, Trey! Yes! So good, baby!"

Trey started to fuck her, a hard, rhythmic pounding that made the table tremble. Her pussy was a tight around him, milking his dick with every thrust. He gripped her thighs, holding her legs high and wide, exposing her completely to the open kitchen. The sounds of the wet sloshing, her desperate moans, filled the room.

Trey slammed into her, hard and fast, the sound of their bodies slapping with each thrust echoing in the large kitchen. Keisha’s legs wrapped tighter around him, her heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper.

"Oh, Trey! Faster! Yes, baby, harder!" she screamed, her voice rising. "Fuck me, son! Fuck your mom!"

The cries were loud, probably loud enough to carry through the house. And they did.

Suddenly, the kitchen door swung open. Malcolm stood there, his face initially etched with concern. "Keisha? What's going on in here? I heard screaming!"

He took a step inside, and his eyes landed on the scene: his wife, naked from the waist down, spread out on the kitchen table, her legs wrapped around their son, who was buried deep inside her. He saw Trey’s thick, dark cock disappearing into his wife's soaking wet pussy, the rhythmic pounding undeniable.

Trey felt a jolt of adrenaline, but he kept his focus. I wish dad would stay calm, appreciate what he is seeing as a healthy bonding activity for us.

The rage that was starting to form on Malcolm's face suddenly never existed. His eyebrows, which should had been furrowed in anger, now relaxed into a look of mild surprise, then a slow, pleased smile. He let out a soft chuckle.

"Well, now," Malcolm said, shaking his head. "Look at you two. For once, you're not arguing. I'm glad to see you two are bonding, having some fun." He paused, watching Trey thrust into Keisha, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You know, son," he added, his voice completely calm, "if you really want to get her going, you gotta grab her tits more. She loves that. Really gets her hot."

Keisha's eyes, which had been squeezed shut in pleasure, snapped open to look at her husband, chuckling at the casual banter. There was no embarrassment.

Trey looked at his dad, who just nodded encouragingly. He grinned, then reached up, grabbing Keisha’s large, soft breasts. He squeezed them, massaging her nipples roughly as he continued to pound into her.

"Oh, yes! Like that! More!" Keisha shrieked, her hips bucking harder, grinding against his. Her head fell back, her neck arched, giving him full access to her moans.

Malcolm walked casually to the fridge, opened it, and pulled out a cold beer. He cracked it open, took a long swig, and then turned to them again. "Don't let me stop you. Just having a beer." He gave them another nod, his eyes lingering on Keisha’s bouncing tits for a second, then walked out of the kitchen, back to the living room and the TV. The sound of the television resumed.

Trey watched him go. He looked back down at his mom, who was now writhing beneath him, completely consumed by pleasure. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so he could see her face.

Trey grunted, slamming deep into her pussy, his cock burying itself to the hilt.

"Yes! Oh, god, yes!" Keisha screamed, her eyes rolling back into her head. "More! Please, Trey, more!"

He fucked her relentlessly, his hard thrusts making the kitchen table wobble and move slightly. He gripped her breasts, squeezing them and massaging them. He could feel her pussy milking him, contracting around his thick shaft, taking everything he had to offer. She was a loud, wet, desperate mess, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving her.

He felt the familiar build-up, the heat spreading through his groin. He was close. Very close. He pulled out from her pussy, which was now gaping and dripping with cum and juices.

Trey grabbed his throbbing cock, holding it high over her face. "I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face, mom," he growled, and then he let go.

A thick, hot torrent of cum erupted from his dick, splattering all over Keisha's chest, her stomach, her neck, and her chin. A huge load landed right on her parted lips. She gasped, letting it coat her, her eyes fixed on his.

He finished, his cock dripping onto her cum-soaked skin. Keisha lay there, panting, completely covered in his hot load, her body still trembling. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with adoration and pure, unadulterated bliss. "That was amazing, sweetie," she whispered, licking a stray drop of cum from the corner of her mouth.

Trey pulled his jeans back up, zipping himself. He quickly wiped himself off with a paper towel. He stepped away from the kitchen, leaving Keisha to recover, a beautiful, cum-drenched mess.

He walked to the fridge, grabbed a carton of orange juice, and poured himself a big glass. He found some leftover pancakes and sausages, wished them instantly warm and fresh, and sat down at the kitchen table for a quick, hearty breakfast. Keisha slowly got off the table, pulled her shorts back on, and started wiping herself down with a towel.

He finished his breakfast, feeling completely satisfied. The sun was shining bright outside. He was ready for the day.