Head to the kitchen

You find your old clothes folded neatly on your bed. Putting them on (not that you really need to after all that you’ve done), you head out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen.

Stepping into the doorway, you find Melanie tending to something on the stovetop. You know she’s aware of your presence, but she continues humming a pleasant tune as she stirs the pot in front of her instead of acknowledging that you're in the room.

I bet she’s still wet from before.

The view is delicious, the shelf of her ass pronounced by her skirt. You're mesmerized as she quite intentionally shifts her weight from one foot to the other, causing her ass to sway in place.

Deciding that you've had enough, you enter the kitchen. Walking up close behind your mother, you grab her hips and press your erection between her skirt-covered ass cheeks, grinding yourself against her.

You think you hear her gasp, but she says without turning in a neutral tone: "not now, baby. I’m cooking dinner.”

“So? I’m not stopping you,” you reply, beginning to bunch her skirt in your hand. You lift the hem up from the ground and bunch it on the small of her back. You're greeted by the sight of her creamy ass, partially covered by black lace panties, and you give it a hard smack; her flesh ripples and she lets out a yelp. “I like what you’re wearing, Mommy-slut. Is it for me?”

Smack!

“Oh!”

You chuckle into her ear. That wasn't the cry of someone in pain.

“Well, slut? Is it for me, or is it for Greg?” You lace the last word with sarcasm, to see how she reacts to you brazenly humiliating her husband without using your powers.

“Don’t even joke about that. He’s not worth--"

Smack!

Massaging her reddened cheek, your fingers dig into that amazingly soft flesh.

“Is that how a wife should talk about her husband?” You nibble on her earlobe, and she pushes her ass into your hand and moans.

“No, it’s how your whore--John’s personal Mommy-slut--talks about her husband,” she growls back, her breath hitching as you grip her ass tight. She takes in a sharp breath, and--

Smack!

--you slap her ass again. You know full well who these panties are for. She knows that you know, and this exchange only confirms that she now views you as both her lover and her son. You’ve totally usurped Greg’s place in her heart.

She’s glaring at you over her shoulder, but there’s something more than just anger in that gaze. It’s the same haze of lust she had earlier in the day, when she was riding you and then sucking you off in her husband’s presence. She bites her lower lip sexily, and you smirk back at her.

Smack!

Smack!

SMACK!!

Melanie is now gripping the kitchen counter with both hands in an attempt keep herself steady.

“What're you doing, Mommy? The food's gonna burn if you’re not careful,” you whisper darkly into her ear before licking it.

Trembling, she starts working on the food again. You cease spanking her, choosing to rub her private areas thoroughly through the thin fabric of her underwear. Pressing into where you felt her pussy was, you push the panties to one side and began fingering her then and there, feeling her wet cunt welcome your probing fingers.

She lets out small gasps and had trouble keeping the spoon in her hand, but tries to continue cooking. Increasing the speed of your fingers, you move your other hand to her clitoris and begin teasing it. She bucks against your hands, temporarily abandoning the dish in front of her, and you feel her walls beginning to tighten around your fingers. She’s almost there...

You stop.

She looks back at you, eyes wide open and lips parted in disbelief.

“I was almost--” she stops short when she hears you unzip your pants.

“Focus on the food, Mommy-slut,” you order her, pulling out your cock and grinding it against her exposed pussy lips. You aren’t using your powers on her. You don't need to, not for this... Not anymore.

She quickly turns back to the pot in front of her and continues adding ingredients. She slightly thrusts her ass out to give you better access; you accept it, moving one hand down to tease her clit while the other gropes her abundant chest. You continue sliding your shaft up and down along her slit and feel her juices dripping onto it, lubricating your length as it rubs against her steaming pussy.

“You want it, Mommy? Should I shove it in?”

“Yessss,” she hisses back.

“What about the food?”

“John,” she gasps angrily. “I need you--I need it!”

Hearing her urgency, you don’t hesitate for a moment longer. You shove your whole length into her in one hard, deliberate motion.

“Oooooooh! Yessss,” she moans, grinding her hips back against you while she braces herself against the counter. “It feels so gooooooood!”

You place one hand on her hip, grab her hair with the other and twist it around your fist, and start to thrust into her with all your energy.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oooh, yeeessss..." She lets out more guttural moans as her legs give out. Grabbing her around the waist, you spin her around on your cock and lift her by the ass, thrusting into her while standing. She's moaning all the while, making declarations of her love for you: “oh, Jooohn! My sweet--Oh!--Baby boy! Mommy loves you! Mommy-slut loves you and your big, fat cock!”

In the middle of the intensity, she suddenly looks alarmed.

“Baby! Oh-the-ugh! The stove-oooh yes! Turn-ah! Off! Done!” She struggles to form the words, but you get the message. You stop thrusting for a couple of seconds to turn the stove off as she commands, and she quickly uses the time to lock her legs securely around your lower back and her arms around your neck, pulling herself up to kiss you deeply. She looks deep into your eyes as she pulls her face away and lifts her T-shirt over her leaking tits. “Now, my beautiful boy... Fuck Mommy harder.”

You don’t see any reason to disobey Melanie, and resume thrusting with a passion, her hot cunt **** to part with your cock and eager to welcome it back in. You hold nothing back, and shove your face into her tits to drink from her. You lick, suck, and bite all over her soft tit-flesh, and she only coos and moans encouragingly in your ear.

“That’s it, baby. Drink! Drain Mommy dry! It’s all yours! Fuck me! USE ME!” She's shrieking now, her pussy spasming around your hardness as she reaches her peak.

Once she's done shuddering with pleasure, Melanie falls limp on your shoulder and continues softly gasping into your ear. You feel yourself approaching the end as well, your balls tightening as she kisses and nibbles on your earlobe, pressing her heels into your hips and trying to pull you even deeper into her.

"Knock me up, John. Let Mommy-slut make milk for you forever and ever," she almost croons into your ear. You can't take any more, and arrive at your own climax. Muffling her shrieks with a kiss, you groan into her mouth as you thrust as deep as you can and unload your balls into her tight wetness.

“Yesshh," she mumbles through the hot kiss. “Let it all out... Give me my grandchild...”

Your orgasm never seems to end, your cock shooting rope after rope up toward her welcoming womb. You stay in that position for a while, kissing her softly as she mewls in the afterglow. Her pussy can't seem to contain your incredible load, and some begins seeping down onto the floor.

Her legs are still wrapped around yours when you notice Greg panting near the entrance to the kitchen, his hand a blur as he chases his own release. Letting out a grunt, he shoots his considerably smaller load onto the ground.

Melanie giggles softly. “Do you see the amount our son shot into me, Greg?” As she talks, her cunt is still moving to coax out every drop of your sperm. “It doesn’t even all fit in my pussy..."

Her message was clear, but Greg only laughed as he pulled a napkin out of his pocket.

“I know that, Mel! That’s why I feel like I’m the luckiest man alive: my family is so loving. Even though I really let you down, you two made this great arrangement for me.”

Melanie squeezes your hardening cock in her pussy one last time, biting her lower lip and giving you a hot gaze. “Yeah... It really is the perfect arrangement. Clean the place up, would you? It's the least you can do.”

With that she dismounts slowly, but needs you to catch her immediately as her legs are still weak from the orgasms you just gave her. She removes her panties, bunches them up, and then does something rather surprising: she shoves them into the entrance of her sore pussy, making a makeshift plug for your cum.

The flood of jizz taken care of, she cleans her thighs with her fingers and brings them to her lips, lewdly sucking them clean of your juices one by one as she gazes into your eyes, not blinking even once.

After listening to her talk like that and watching her take care of your load, you're already so hard again that it hurts... A fact that Melanie soon takes notice of.

Kneeling down on the floor, she takes you into your mouth and sucks out your remaining spunk. She the licks up all the juices on it, smacking her lips as she finishes.

With a wink and a smile, Melanie gets up and sashays over to the stove. She begins humming again as she transfers the contents of the pot into a dish.

For his part, Greg whistles a jolly tune as he mops up the juices that stain the kitchen floor. “Going to need to grab another crib soon, eh son?” He nudges you in the chest, laughing as he cleans around you.

Melanie turns and smiles warmly at you both. You smile back, and after a moment's thought you pull off your pants; they're just a hassle at this point.

“Oh, you bet, Dad. Really soon."