The Johnsons' somewhat different evening

The Johnson's dinner was anything but normal. Marcy had obviously rejoiced too soon. Her breath hitched when she read the message from John. She rolled her eyes and sighed before relaying the order to Lars. She started to take everything off, apart from her shoes, and sighed again. Then, when Joe took a picture of her, she startled and looked at him angrily.

“Why did you ... do that?” she asked him angrily through clenched teeth. She couldn't believe that Joe had just done that. Could it be that John had sent him a message too? She snatched the smartphone from Joe's hand and was shocked to see that Joe had already sent it to John. She took several deep breaths to calm herself and scrolled up, only to find that there were no more messages.

“Why the...oh, forget it...” she started to curse and finished with an annoyed growl. John must have had a hand in it, she was sure of it.

Lars poked listlessly at his food. He knew his parents were only acting like this because of John, but when she had asked him to undress and then undress himself, he had to grit his teeth. He wanted to scream out loud and ask if they had all gone mad. But something stopped him. John had certainly trained him to react like that. As he ate, he couldn't help but stare at his mother's breasts, which rose and fell with every breath she took. His cock, small as it was now, was already responding, pushing happily against the table. He saw Marcy look at the smartphone again after hissing at his father. She rolled her eyes and looked over at Lars. He could see that she was angry, or at least pissed off.

Marcy sighed a few times before putting the smartphone aside.

“Well, are you getting hard yet?” she asked Lars, annoyed.

Lars looked at her with wide eyes. He knew there was no point in lying to her and nodded slowly before looking down at his plate in embarrassment. He heard her move her chair aside and climb under the table without saying another word. Then he felt her hands on his knees. Marcy pushed Lars' legs apart.

“I didn't think your cock was so tiny ...” she mumbled angrily, ”and even less that I would even have to say something like that ...”

“What ... what's mom going to do?” Lars asked her, putting his hands in his lap to hide his cock.

“Something I don't feel like doing ... but now that we have to do what we're told ...” she replied. Marcy pushed his hands aside to gain access to the cock.

Then she leaned forward with her tongue outstretched. Her tongue started at his testicles and slowly slid upwards to the tip. As she did so, she let her manicured fingernails glide along his inner thighs to his testicles. Lars groaned loudly.

“Mom...no...let...Aaaaa...” he stammered and moaned. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his father's arm move.

“Dad, what ... what are you ... doing?” Lars asked, groaning.

“Yes, Marcy, show me how well you can suck,” Joe encouraged his wife even more, pushing the table aside with his free arm to get better access.

Marcy rolled her eyes and inwardly swore ****, one day she would get back at John for all this. Her hand, which had now reached Lars' testicles, began to gently massage them. She had now wrapped her lips around Lars' glans and was running her tongue up and down along the sensitive thread on the underside. Lars moaned and squirmed in the chair.

“Mom ... I ... bad, I'm about to come ...” he croaked with lust and arousal.

“You're so pathetic...” she mumbled with his cock in her mouth. “Come from that little lick.”

Lars felt degraded and humiliated, but there was nothing he could do about it. Then he felt her lips slide along his small cock, her tongue following her lips. Lars moans loudly again. He could already feel the tugging in his testicles, he knew he was about to come.

“Yes ... go on, Marcy ... that's hot ...” Joe suddenly moaned, his hand running up and down his own cock.

“Mom ... I ... I,” stammered Lars, who was about to cum. Marcy lifted her head away and let her hand continue.

“You don't think I'm going to let you cum in my mouth, you pig!” she hissed at him as her hand continued to work his cock. Shortly afterward, Lars came and squirted. Marcy held her free hand over it and collected his semen in her hand. As soon as he finished, she held her hand with his seed over his plate and let his seed drip onto it.

“You're going to eat that now...” she hissed at him. “After all, you're the reason we're in this situation in the first place ...” she hissed at him.

Lars sat in the chair, trembling and scared, and moved back to his seat after Marcy had gone back to her seat.

“And you finally listen...” she hissed at Joe, who was about to cum. “Did you just film that ...?” she asked Joe, frustrated and angry.

“Yes ... John told me to do that, and you know ...” Joe replied, panting, ‘That felt good ...’ He then sighed, relaxed. It was the first time he had felt an orgasm again. Marcy shook her head and couldn't believe how everything had changed in such a short time. The only person who was practically oblivious to all this, or who didn't mind, was Joe.