You and 'Mom' are cuddle while Dad makes conversation in the living room.

"So, son," Greg says cheerfully, leaning back in his chair. "What are your plans now?"

You look up at him, tearing your eyes away from his wife. She's on the couch beside you, peppering your chest and neck with kisses.

"Um, well..." You laugh, trying not to blush as you push Melanie away--But not too far away. "I guess I'm going to be a college freshman in the fall, like you said."

He nods approvingly. "Any ideas for a future career?"

Melanie squeezes your arm comfortingly. "I'm sure you have big plans, but... We'd love for you to stay home with us forever--If you don't mind, honey?"

Greg chuckles. "Well, it's certainly possible. But I'm afraid you might miss out on some things... Like college life, for one."

Melanie's hand surprises you as it works its way into your pants, concealed by the blanket the two of you are sharing. "Don't worry, darling," she whispers in your ear, stroking your cock. "I'll make sure that you're not missing anything. Anything you can get from 'college life,' I'll make sure my son gets here. Mommy will take care of you."

"Hnh..." You shudder, squeezing her thigh in return. "...I'd like that."

Greg looks at the two of you quizzically as Melanie fishes your cock out of your pants, pumping it beneath the blanket. She begins to nuzzle your neck again.

You and your 'Dad' make eye contact, and you flash him a cocky smile as his wife jerks you off. He isn't stupid enough to miss the signs: you both know what's really going on.

Turning back to Melanie, you whisper in her ear: "Flaunting our relationship in front of Dad... Gaslighting him like this... It turns you on, doesn't it?"

Melanie moans, then places a soft kiss on the side of your head before lickign your cheek. Her hand moves even faster, pumping up and down your cock so fast that the blanket nearly falls off.

"Honey, I know how much you love to tease," Greg says uncertainly. "...And I'm sure you're as euphoric as I am that our son is home... And it's probably confusing that he's an attractive, grown man. But, um..." He glances at your lap as she continues to stroke your cock beneath the blanket. "--He's still our son, Melanie. And you're my wife, and..."

"Mmm..." You groan as she sucks on your earlobe. "What do you mean, Dad? We're just cuddling."

"Yeah," Melanie replies, biting your shoulder. "Just cuddling."

Greg shakes his head. "No... Not just cuddling. It almost seems like you... Like you're--"

"Oh, don't be jealous, Greg," Melanie purrs, running her tongue along your neck. "Our son is home, and we're just cuddling. Isn't that right, baby? Just cuddling with your Mommy?"

Instead of answering, you give your Mom a searing kiss. She moans into your mouth, pushing her tongue in deep as she runs a finger around your cockhead.

"You're such a good boy, honey," she murmurs as you pull away, reaching down to start playing with your balls. "You're so big... So hard..."

You reach down to stroke her back, then press your palm against her stomach. "I'm gonna cum soon," you whisper--Loud enough for Greg to hear, but just quiet enough that he'll doubt the exact words.

"John--Melanie!" Greg is getting more frantic, but this time neither of you even bother to respond: you're too caught up in each other's mouths, hands, and bodies to pay him any mind.

"I can't believe you two..." He glares at you angrily.

"Ugh... Relax, Dad," you sigh, as Melanie begins working on adding another hickey to your neck. "Are you, like, projecting your weird fantasies onto us? You've always had an **** fetish, right? So you see us like this... Ungh... Cuddling, innocently... And you're pretending it's something more. That's fucking weird."

Greg blushes, your power causing him to believe your words, at least to some extent. He crosses his legs uncomfortably, looking away--And Melanie takes that opportunity to dive beneath the blanket.

Suddenly her stroking hand is replaced by her warm, wet mouth and tongue. You let out a moan as she takes you in, kissing your cockhead with even more passion than she was showing your neck.

"Really, Dad," you continue. "The only person who's viewing this inappropriately is you."

"N-no... That's not true," he sputters. "You and your mother--"

"--Love each other, like a mother and son should," you finish for him. "Only a sick pervert would see this as anything else."

Greg falls silent, staring at you with wide eyes. Finally, he mutters, "I should... Leave."

As he gets up you pull the blanket off of Melanie. Greg's eyes go wide as his hot, flushed, enthusiastically-sucking wife is exposed to him. While she continues bobbing her head, he rushes out of the room.

You can't help but chuckle. "I guess Dad didn't like the show." You feel a muffled laugh from Melanie, her mouth still around your cock. For his benefit you, raise your volume.

"Ugh! Mommy! I'm gonna cum," You cry out, holding her head in place and pumping your hips. "Take my jizz, Mommy--Oooh, fuuuuuck!"

Your body shudders, and you pump the first load directly into her stomach before pulling her off your spurting cockhead. The rest of your load splatters all over her lips and chin, as she desperately tries to catch every rope in her mouth.

When your orgasm finally subsides, she brings her messy face back to your shaft and gives it another long, slow lick.

"Mmm," she murmurs, planting a few kisses on your glistening shaft. Then she looks down at you, and says loudly: "Baby, you made such a mess of your Mommy! I'm covered in your hot, thick, load..."

She's clearly playing it up for her husband--And judging by the low grunt you hear from the direction of their bedroom, he's eavesdropping on every exaggerated word.

She waggles her eyebrows suggestively. "Should I clean you up, sweetheart?"

"Not yet," you reply, smiling down at her. "Go kiss Daddy goodnight first... But remember: only a kiss, okay?"

She smiles devilishly before leaving the room, skipping after Greg with ropes of your jizz still dangling from her chin.

Just then, your phone starts ringing.