No, she needs to suck it

"Damn Mom, you want me to cum so bad, get down there and suck out a load to swallow, I need the release."

She gets under the table again to give you your blowjob. You hold her head to encourage her to take it deeper. She makes a lewd face as she tries to smile while your cock is in her throat.

"You're such a dirty whore, setting up your son to fuck your slutty friends behind their husbands' backs. They have no idea what kind of cock they'll be dealing with until they all love it. I'm almost there, don't slack off."

She gags putting her full effort into making you cum with her mouth. Without warning you push her head down to the base and spray your load deep in her throat. She swallows as quickly as she can before she runs out of air. She gasps when you pull out.

"You don't have a **** fetish, do you dear? It's sort of an acquired taste. I'm not particularly into it myself, but I'm not upset about it."

"Sorry, I kind of got carried away. I guess I just made a gut decision that you had enough air for it."

"Well, next time you just need to use your head and not only your little head. Now, do you want to bend me over this table?"

"Hmm, you know what, I think we'll be saving that till after the meeting and my date."

"You're going to make me wait that long? And you have your date the same day as the meeting? So you scheduled them back to back, leaving your own mother horny until night time, assuming she doesn't have you overnight wherever you to end up making love."

"I'll be honest, I considered that possibility. But, it's not like you'll go crazy without my cock for the day."

"Right, I can handle that. Really, it's more like your cock makes me crazy. Just don't be surprised if when you come back, I'm writhing in my bed, begging desperately for cock while masturbating with a ball gag in my mouth to keep your sister from hearing me."

"Okay then, I'll keep that in mind. Now let's get ready for the meeting."

After a few hours and the feeding of a slimegirl in the form of porn star Lisa Ann, the women arrive for their book club meeting.

Mrs. Banks is a full bodied black woman with E-cups, fuckable lips, and a booty that could crush a lesser man. She's wearing a fashionable jacket over a blouse that looks like the buttons are straining to contain her curvaceous body and pants with 'juicy' stretched across them. She also has plenty of jewelry, bracelets, and a pair of hoop earrings. She exudes self confidence and probably takes a dominant position in sexual matters.

Mrs. O'Conner is a curly haired ginger with thick glasses and a slim figure with D-cups. She's wearing a sweater and a long skirt. She looks like the kind of lady who wouldn't be out of place teaching Sunday school, but every so often, you catch a leer from behind those glasses of hers.

Finally, there's Mrs. Inoue herself. She wears her hair up in a bun and with G-cups stuffed into a gray jacket being worn over a floral pattern dress and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of, she is definitely the main course in this milf buffet.

" Ladies, this is my son Dick. If there's anything we need, he'll be here to serve as our helper. Isn't that right sweetie?"

"Of course. I'd be happy to service these fine women. Be it snacks or refreshments or just good company, I aim to please."

O'Conner got so hot under the collar it could fog up her glasses, while Banks is inspecting you like a fine cut of beef. Mrs. Inoue bows lightly and addresses you and mom first.

"We thank you for your hospitality."

The book of discussion is some trashy romance novel written like some middle aged woman's masturbatory aid, but still better than a certain overrated book of that subgenre, or the poorly written erotic fanfic inspired by it. When they take a break for tea and snacks, you take your leave, but announce the where and why.

"Alright, you ladies enjoy this while I go up to take a shower. I may take a while."

You get your change of clothes and set them on the bathroom shelf, before stripping and getting into the shower. Sure enough you've just barely set the water temperature just right before someone came up to 'powder her nose' or whatever her excuse was.