Handjob under the table

You're powerless to resist as the assertive busty brunette reaches into your pants and grasps your hard cock.

"Yeah, the girls can be a bit of a handful sometimes." Amelia says.

Jenna increases the intensity, rubbing you more.

"Y-y-yeah, they seem like... " Jenna grabs your cock and squeezes it tight, waiting to hear what you're going to say. "l-lovey young ladies."

Satisfied, Jenna goes back to working on your cock, your hand quivers as you try to eat a bite of peppers to try to make everything appear normal.

"Well, I haven't gotten any messages on my phone from your friends, you should stay the night since it's getting late."

"Well, I really shouldn't impose."

"Nonsense. It's getting late. Amanda, let him stay in your room tonight."

Amanda almost drops her fork, obviously not realizing that the mom intended for her to bunk up with Emily.

Jenna is really going at it now with your crotch. You're getting close to the edge.

"Jenna, would you help me with the dishes please?" Amelia says as she gets up to clean off her plate.

Jenna releases your cock and stands up. She gives you a wink as she turns, sways her hips and walks into the kitchen.

Confused, you quickly zip up your pants under the table and try to let your cock cool down. You're left sitting with Amanda and Emily.

"So, Emily tells me she saw you naked." Amanda says matter-of-factly.
"Amanda! Shut up." Emily elbows her sister.

"Sorry, I was just curious what happened."

"It's a long story, and I'd rather not talk about it," you say.

"See. Now come on, let's go help mom with the dishes," Emily says. "Feel free to relax in the living room."