His mom can't control herself

-Looks good, thanks for cooking this for us.

The whole family was now gathered around the table. The last to arrive in the kitchen was Brian, John's father. He had always been the authority figure in the family, which means nobody had started eating before he arrived. He briefly bent over to kiss his wife on the lips. But this time, Reta looked tense, as if she didn't want this kiss, not from this man. Her **** smile and embarassed look towards John indicated she didn't like it at all. Brian didn't notice anything and just sat in his seat, before starting to eat.

At first, everything went as usual. The family started eating, nobody trying to start a conversation. But soon, John felt his mom's eyes lingering on him. He looked up and saw her look at him with lust in her eyes, biting her lower lip. She wasn't really paying attention to the food in her plate, too concentrated on her son's body. Her breathing had become more loud, as she was obviously hesitating on what to do. In the end, she stood up and started walking towards the fridge.

-I'm gonna get a glass of wine, she said with a mechanical tone of voice.

She opened the fridge, poured herself a glass of rosé, and started going back to her seat. But suddenly, just when she was next to John, she "accidentally" spilled half of her glass on his pants.

-Oh my God, I'm so sorry, John. Here, let me wipe this for you !

Reta grabbed a napkin and started rubbing the place on his pants where she had spilled her wine. But slowly, John felt his mom's hand move closer to his crotch, until she found herself carressing his member through the fabric of his jeans. Their eyes met and she smiled. That was no accident. It took him some efforts not to start making out on the spot, in front of the whole family. For about thirty seconds, Reta's hand kept rubbing his crotch, teasing it, arousing it, until John could barely control his urges. Finally, Reta said.

-Sorry, it's not going away. Come with me to the bathroom, I'll put some soap on it.

-Can't it wait til the end of the meal ? asked Brian, annoyed.

-I'm the one who cleans everyone's clothes in the house, she retorted with an angry look towards her husband. I know when something needs to be cleaned immediately.

Brian shrugged his shoulders and just kept eating, as his wife and son left the kitchen. As soon as they had closed the door of the bathroom behind them, John's mom started panting in excitement, stroking her son's chest with trembling hands.

-I'm sorry, honey...I don't know what's wrong with me. But I need you inside of me. I need you...or else I feel I'm gonna explode.

Too impatient to wait for his answer, she lifted her dress and took off her panties, revealing her lower body. John moved towards her and started unbuttoning the top of her dress, enjoying once more the sight of her large, slightly saggy breasts.

-Please...please...don't say no, don't say no.

-Don't worry mom, you know I love you right?

The smile that appeared on his mother's face almost made John burst into laughter. She looked so ****, begging for his next compliment.

-Well, I guess we should get started, said John while unbuttoning his pants. I guess they'll find it weird if we stay here too long.

Without waiting any longer, John grabbed his mom's butt and lifted her in the air, her legs wrapping around his waist. He then pinned her against the wall, causing all the air to leave her lungs at once, before grabbing his dick and shoving it in her already dripping cunt.

-Oh John...why can't Brian fuck me like you do?

-Because he's a worthless piece of shit, groaned John, while pounding and pounding inside his mom's pussy. Listen to me : from now on, everytime you hear him speaking, you'll grow more and more disgusted by him. You'll have no attraction for him whatsoever.

-No...attraction...

John was starting to fuck her faster, feeling her weight on his arms. Meanwhile, a voice echoed from the kitchen.

-Everything alright there?

-Yes ! said Reta, trying hard to sound natural. Almost done !

-From now on, everytime you're being idle, or your mind starts wandering thinking about random things, you'll always think of me, of my cock, getting aroused just by thinking of me.

-Oh yes, I always wi...hmmmmmm...

John had pressed his hand against her mouth, muffling her voice that was getting louder and louder, threatening to reveal to everyone what was going on in here.

-Hmmm...hmmm...hmmmmmm...

John felt his mom's body shake, as she was being washed away by a particularly intense orgasm. A few minutes later, he unloaded once more in her dripping cunt. He sighed. The idea of impregnating his mother was arousing him even more. The latter let herself slip until she reached the ground. Then, she got on her knees and wrapped her arms around John's legs, kissing his dick that was starting to go limb.

-I love your cock. I love it so much.

-I know, mom.

John started carressing her hair, before looking towards the kitchen with a dark look in his eyes.

-I'm getting tired of sharing you. You're mine, now. I think it's time to take care of dad.