He’s mad at first, but you can handle that

“Wha-?” Greg splutters as he stops dead at the sight of his wife bucking on their son’s lap and moaning, his expression one of shock and anger. “What the hell is going on here?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary,” you grunt out, rubbing your hands over Melanie’s bare ass. “Mom’s just taking care of my sexual needs.”

“Oh, huh,” Greg seems confused as he looks around. “Right. Why did I...?"

You snicker and resume thrusting into his wife as he struggles to recall the cause of his anger.

“Baby, you’re making me feel so good,” Melanie moans, not bothered by her husband’s presence in the least as she grinds her hips down onto your lap. “Suck on my tits, Sweetie.”

“Sure,” you laugh. Freeing one hand from your new mother’s luscious hips, you grab her tits one after the other and bring them to your mouth, starting to lewdly suck and lick her breasts as she begins to moan louder.

“That’s it," Melanie gasps out, tightening her snatch around your rod every time you bite on her nipples. It was hard to believe she was acting **** a little while ago, as she whorishly grinds her hips onto your cock with fiery passion. “I’m close.”

Feeling the tingling sensation in your balls, you know you’re near the edge too. You start thrusting up and into her with abandon, making her yelp and moan words of encouragement as she too approaches climax. As the sensation becomes too intense, her tits break free of your lips with a “pop” and spray a little milk across your face and chest.

“Wait, not- not inside,” Melanie suddenly gasps, pushing weakly on your shoulders.

“I’m not... pulling out,” you growl, your lust inflamed by her words.

“But it’s not safe,” Melanie squeaks out.

“I don’t care.”

“Oh,” Melanie gasps as she fails to muster the strength to pull herself off of your lap.

Hilting yourself inside her, you begin releasing your hot load deep into her womb. She lets out a shrill scream in response and her body shivers with pleasure. She kisses you, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm as your balls unload the last of your sperm into her.

“Melanie?” Greg’s voice shakes as he whispers.

Melanie sounds breathless as she pulls her head away to look at her husband. “Did you want something, honey?”

You roll your eyes in annoyance. You’re going to have to do something about her priorities if Greg is going to get in the way of your fun.

“Are you done? Can we,” Greg pauses to clear his throat. “Ahem, can we go somewhere private?”

His question lingers in the air. Melanie seems to silently consider his proposal, be it out of actual arousal or pity.

“Mommy,” you whisper, and her attention immediately comes back to you. “You would never consider leaving me, your dearest son, without ensuring my satisfaction, would you?"

Sure enough, your erection is reviving quite quickly inside of her.

"Besides, just as I've been deprived of my mother's love, you've been deprived of a son to spoil." Melanie's soft, luscious pussy tightens around your shaft in response to your words. "You know how I want to be spoiled."

Melanie’s eyes widen and her expression unmistakably conveys lust as her lips widen into a smile.

Whatever guilt you have remaining for taking advantage of these people fades, replaced by the exquisite rush of power; you realize that no matter what it is you wish for, regardless of how depraved or vile, it would come true. You could bend these people to your will, and they would smile through it all.

“Come on. Let's go,” Greg says quickly and eagerly, discarding his modesty as he reaches out for Melanie’s arm.