Emma surprises your parents.

While Sophia catches her breath and has another drink to wet her parched mouth, Emma is already upon her next victim. She recognizes your Mommy's hand giving your father a tug through his pants, and decides that they deserve a reward for their risk. Your Mom pulls her hand away to fill back up on turkey, giving Emma the opening she needs to take her position between your Dad's legs. Your Dad is still fixated on Emma's Mom, letting his imagination run wild on all the ways he wants her while she works over the big piece of meat in her hands. When your girlfriend starts to nuzzle her nose against his zipper, giving him kisses all over his crotch, he feels like he must be hallucinating. As secretively as he can, he has a peek under the tablecloth, where naked and tantalizing Emma looks up at him with scandalous intent.

Your Dad is torn between following your rules in your own house, and putting it all on the line by giving Emma what she so obviously lusts for. He doesn't even know how she got under the table without anyone noticing, but her enticing figure is giving him an erection that strains to get out. He tries, half-heartedly, to push her away without drawing attention, but she won't have it, taking his zipper into her teeth and peering at him like a dog begging for scraps. He can't let this chance pass by. He's been fantasizing about Emma since she left his house, and if he can't get her Mom, he can at least fuck her mouth while imagining the woman he really wants. He gives her a wink of approval and she drags his zipper open. He's not wearing underpants today, so his hefty cock flops out and hits her right in the face. She skillfully licks up the shaft and downs the length, bobbing her head up and down on your father's pole.

The conversation about oysters has come back up. Emma's parents seem really interested in knowing if the aphrodisiac story is true.

"So, what do they do, they make you harder or make you last longer?" Emma's Dad asks, trying to pass himself off as merely curious instead of achingly horny. He's already had a couple himself.

"I think it might be both. I used to know a boy in college who said he always ordered them on dates." Your Mom is lying, but only halfway. She's not talking about college, she's talking about a few months ago when she spent a weekend with her boss at his scenic summer home by the beach. Whenever he finished cumming inside of her, he'd have his waitstaff whip up a fresh batch of oysters to refresh his libido. The night before she left, she sucked him for an hour straight while he munched them down, before he gave her a huge facial. Even if it's not quite the truth, Emma's Mom is intrigued by the story.

"Did you ever... end up... with him? I mean, it'd tell us if it was true or not, wouldn't it?" Your Mom sees an opportunity to break into a more sexual topic with Emma's supposedly shy parents.

"Well, I did sleep with him a couple of times, but they weren't really dates. We were just out having a good time and it happened. You know, everyone has some fun dirty adventures on the side." That's putting it mildly, coming from your Mom, and only you get to appreciate the irony that the woman she's telling it to is almost as much of a hopeless slut as she is.

"Oh, I know what you mean. I think I could probably tell some stories that would make my husband faint!" The two mothers share a laugh and start swapping suggestive stories. Your Dad would be interested in hearing more, but Emma has moved to deep throating and he's a bit distracted. She's intent on milking him dry, and as he finally closes in on a climax, he pushes his legs together around your girlfriend, almost **** her. As he tenses his muscles to keep from bucking, he pumps a round of semen down your girlfriend's waiting throat. As your Mom is in the middle of a dirty story about her last visit to her gyno, your Dad taps her on the shoulder and whispers in her ear where Emma is right now. She lets out a nervous giggle but otherwise indicates nothing about what was said.

Emma's parents don't know what your Dad told her, but they assume that by now that he's probably got a hard-on that needs taking care of and he's notifying his wife. They still don't realize that their own flesh and blood is under the table having a feeding frenzy.