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In the evening, my father, mother, and I sat in a corner of a hot pot restaurant.
This restaurant is the busiest in the area, with private rooms and a main hall. Those who like smoking and quietness can go to the private rooms, while those who prefer a lively atmosphere can go to the main hall. As it approached mealtime, the place was packed with people every day.
Originally, we wanted to sit in the main hall. Both my father and I don't smoke, but unfortunately, the business was too good, and there was no space available in the main hall. We had no choice but to choose a private room.
From the moment we entered, there were constant glances directed towards us, not for any other reason, but because of my incredibly beautiful mother.
Even in ordinary clothes, my mother looked extremely gorgeous. Wearing a pair of ordinary jeans and a white coat on top, it completely covered her perfect figure. However, no one would doubt how seductive her body was beneath the clothes.
Her face, untouched by cosmetics, resembled that of a fairy, with slightly curled eyelashes trembling gently. Her captivating eyes seemed to be filled with countless sparkling stars, and her small, delicate nose resembled a piece of artwork, protruding slightly like a tender, white fruit, tempting one's taste buds. The most alluring feature was her cherry-like lips, which were irresistibly captivating. They were naturally thin, without the embellishment of lipstick or lip gloss, yet they appeared crystal clear and delicate, like the skin of a newborn baby, giving the impression that they would break at the slightest touch.
The figure hidden beneath the coat was undoubtedly alluring. Just the sight of her magnificent breasts straining against her clothes was enough to arouse countless fantasies.
Furthermore, my mother had just finished bathing and her long, beautiful blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, exceptionally smooth, exuding a mature woman's charm.
As my mother walked through the place, a moist scent mixed with a subtle fragrance permeated the air, lingering for a long time and purifying the surrounding space within a few meters.
I clearly saw some men sniffing vigorously, even just catching a whiff of my mother's scent brought them immense pleasure.
My mother obviously noticed it too, but she had become accustomed to it and walked calmly and gracefully, like an angel untouched by worldly affairs, flawless and perfect.
Of course, we have to overlook those prominent dark circles under her eyes... š
Last night, I really performed exceptionally well! I didn't rest until eight o'clock in the morning, and my mother was exhausted from my ravishing. Finally, my father called and said he had been playing with his colleagues late and wouldn't come home but go straight to work. So I cuddled with my beautiful mother and slept soundly.
At leastā¦ that was the plan but I actually didn't get to have much sleep, neither did my mother. Holding her tender body in my arms, how can I endure?
Therefore, I practically played with my mother every one or two hours until my father was about to finish work. I climaxed 7 or 8 times, and as for my mother, let's not even mention it. Her tight hole didn't have a chance to close for a day and night, as it was constantly stuffed with my thick cock. If it weren't for my mother's resilience, it would be questionable if she could even walk today.
Ignoring the lecherous gazes of a group of wolves along the way, we entered the private room and closed the door, cutting off the evil gazes that desired to see through my mother's body.
It was a standard four-person room, with two people facing each other. The space was not too large, but with four people seated, it wouldn't be too crowded.
I shifted my gaze to my mother, feeling conflicted. Should I sit next to her to satisfy my cravings or sit opposite her and let her give me a footjob? Personally, I lean more towards sitting next to my mother because giving or receiving a footjob under the table is too risky. After all, my father is not a decoration, his eyes are not blind, and even just smelling her mature body's fragrance is a form of enjoyment.
But how can I sit next to my mother?
Although I could just sit there directly, it feels a bit abrupt. After all, this is not at home, and usually, it's my parents who sit together while I sit across from them. It would be quite difficult to casually sit next to my mother.
I started racking my brain, trying to figure out how I could sit next to my mother. Neither my father nor my mother noticed anything unusual about me and started chatting.
"Wife, why do you have dark circles? Did you not sleep well yesterday?"
My father hadn't paid close attention before, but now that he had quieted down, he noticed the heavy dark circles under his wife's eyes.
"Uh... it rained heavily and thundered yesterday, so I didn't sleep well."
My mother, caught off guard, tensed her body and instinctively came up with an excuse to brush it off. She turned to look at me, realizing that I wasn't paying attention. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.
"Oh, I see. After we finish eating, let's go back and get some rest. I didn't sleep last night either." My father didn't pay too much attention either. He felt that the private room was a bit hot and was preparing to take off his coat while casually saying, "Let's see what we want to eat, let's order something first."
Mom, relieved that she had managed to deceive him, looked around and didn't see a menu. She asked, "Why isn't there a menu?"
As soon as my father heard that, he smiled and said, "There's a QR code on the table for ordering."
My mother hadn't been to this restaurant before, nor had she ordered food online, so she didn't quite understand these things. She thought she was out of touch and felt a bit embarrassed herself, but luckily we were all family.
My mother scanned the QR code and looked at the diverse menu options, but for a moment, she didn't know what to order. She asked, "What do you want to eat?"
My father was easygoing and would eat anything, so he said, "Anything is fine, just order something." Just as he finished speaking, his phone rang. My father took it out and glanced at it. It was a work-related call.
"I'll take this call first, ask Xiaofeng what he wants to eat, and just order a few dishes."
"Oh..."
My father answered the call and walked to the balcony of the private room to talk.
My mother ordered two dishes and a soup. She didn't know what else to order and asked me, "Xiaofeng, what do you want to eat?"
"Hmm?"
Just as I was thinking about how to take advantage of my mother, I snapped back to reality. I noticed that my father had his back turned, talking on the balcony, while my mother stood gracefully by the dining table. I felt delighted in my heart. Wasn't this a perfect opportunity?
"Let me see."
I said as I walked towards my mother, standing shoulder to shoulder with her, and took the phone from her to look at the menu.
Being so close, I could smell the fragrance emanating from my mother's body more intensely. This natural scent, not artificially perfumed, was irresistible. Just this aroma alone made my meat stick instantly erect.
I quickly ordered two dishes and handed the phone back to my mother. Then, I took a step back, positioning myself behind her, in a spot where my actions couldn't be seen even if my father turned around. Slowly, my palm extended towards my mother's firm buttocks.
My mother was busy submitting the order, her head lowered. Just as she finished submitting, she suddenly felt a hot palm covering her shapely buttocks. Instantly, her body tensed up, her mind momentarily in chaos. When she regained her senses, she nervously glanced at my father, who was still on the phone with his back turned to us. Only then did my mother breathe a sigh of relief.
She turned her head and gave me a fierce glare but didn't dare to scold me out loud. She could only grab my arm, trying to remove the predatory claws that were ravaging her flesh buttocks.
Unfortunately, I, who had just tasted a bit of sweetness, couldn't let my mother go. I firmly grasped a tender cheek of my mother's buttocks, giving it a hard squeeze.
"Ah..."
A strong force made Mom cry out in pain, but it was quickly stopped, yet it caught Dad's attention. In a moment of desperation, Mom lowered her head and pretended to look at her phone, her expression calm as if nothing had happened.
Dad looked around, puzzled, but found nothing unusual. He turned back and continued his phone call. Little did he know that his wife was having her beautiful buttocks rubbed by another man. And it was none other than his "obedient" son.
Having narrowly escaped a disaster, Mom breathed a sigh of relief. Fuming with anger, she cunningly extended two fair fingers and forcefully pinched the flesh on my arm, then made a 180-degree turn.
"Ouch!"
They say a woman's secret weapon, besides crying, is pinching people. Today, I truly experienced it first-hand. It was unbearable for anyone. I'd rather go play with someone and get stabbed a few times than endure this.
However, I also became more determined. The more Mom pinched me, the harder I squeezed her perky buttocks. I even aimed my index finger at her anus and ruthlessly played with it.
"Um..."
Under attack, Mom instinctively tightened her legs, and her exceptionally perky buttocks firmly enclosed my fingers. The slightly tight jeans left a shallow groove, not as deep and endless as a cleavage, but still uncontrollably seductive to look at.
With just that touch, my sensitive mother felt a burning sensation throughout her body, and her uncontrollable lewd fluids slowly leaked out, wetting the newly changed underwear instantly.
My mother couldn't bear it and vigorously squeezed my arm, hoping to make me back off by causing me pain. But my rebellious temper flared up, and I wasn't afraid of anyone!
That's how the silent battle began next to my father, and it lasted for a full 5 minutes before it came to an end.
In the instant my father turned his head, my mother and I, with a tacit understanding, simultaneously let go.
"Are you done with the call?"
Dad hung up the phone and walked directly to the opposite seat without noticing anything unusual.
I sat down next to mom and discreetly rubbed my arm. I have to admit, it really hurts!
"Yeah, just finished."
Now Mom was a bit troubled, looking at me beside her, hesitating to sit down.
If she sat down, wouldn't she be walking into a trap?
'Who knows what kind of mischief can this little brat come up with?' She probably thought.
At this point, both Dad and I had already sat down, leaving Mom standing there, feeling a bit out of place. Dad naturally looked at Mom and couldn't help but notice her blushing face. He asked, "Why is your face so red? If you're hot, take off your clothes."
"Ah... it's a little warm."
Mom panicked instantly. They say the one with guilty conscience is always suspicious. Mom was the thief right now, easily startled by any movement.
Mom didn't dare to linger any longer and took off her jacket. Although she wanted to sit next to Dad on the opposite side, it wouldn't make much sense to go directly like that. Reluctantly, Mom sat down beside me.
Mom sneakily glanced at me and saw my lewd smile. She instantly had a sense of foreboding. Sure enough, before her buttocks even warmed the seat, the hand that was about to swell her perky buttocks climbed onto her thigh again.
This time, Mom couldn't pinch me anymore. Dad was right across from us, and any slightly bigger movement would be noticed. She had no choice but to glare at me, silently signalling me not to take advantage. Helplessly, she silently allowed my actions.
Unfortunately, Mom underestimated me. My persistence didn't waver despite her resistance. I unzipped my jeans, reached inside, and pushed aside my underwear. My thick cock broke free from its restraints, springing erect.
This startled Mom. She never expected me to be so audacious and was momentarily stunned.
I forcefully grabbed Mom's small hand and pressed it against my cock, making her touch and caress it.
Only now did Mom regain her senses. She clenched her fist tightly and desperately resisted.
After a few attempts, Mom stubbornly held onto my cock, refusing to obey further. I grew a bit impatient but since Dad was still present, I couldn't make any bold moves. In this situation, I had to resort to a more cunning approach.
I took out my phone, opened the notepad, typed a message, and handed it to Mom.
"Mom, jerk me off for a while, or else I'll come to your room tonight."
As soon as Mom read the message, her beautiful eyes widened, and her face flushed with anger.
'This is an outright threat!'
'I must absolutely not obey!'
'Yes, I mustn't give in. But...'
'If this brat dared to behave like this now, he would be even more audacious at night when my husband was asleep. What should I do then?'
Although she had already come to terms with the fact that she had engaged in incestuous acts with her son, she couldn't let her husband find out.
Thinking of this, Mom's determination shattered in an instant. She pitifully glanced at me, realizing that I had no intention of letting her go. She reluctantly extended her small and cold hand and held onto the large dark cock.
Seeing Mom obediently comply, my mood couldn't have been better. I took off my jacket to cover my lower body, avoiding the possibility of a waiter coming in and seeing us. Then, I reached my hand inside and forced Mom to jerk me off.
We had a delightful meal, drinking wine with Dad while Mom jerked me off. This treatment was simply too pleasurable.
...
After finishing the meal, the three of us had basically devoured all the food. Dad went to the restroom.
Seeing Dad leave, Mom instinctively felt a sense of danger. Before I could react, she released the cock she had been holding all the time and quickly followed Dad outside.
"I'll also go to the restroom."
Mom followed Dad, using an excuse to leave. She was truly afraid to be alone in a room with me.
I felt slightly disappointed by this turn of events. I didn't expect Mom to react so quickly. I had planned to take advantage of the situation when Dad wasn't around.
However, my disappointment vanished when I noticed something in Mom's bowl of egg soupā¦
An evil idea emerged in my mindā¦
...
When Mom and Dad returned, I calmly played with my phone while Mom seemed a bit triumphant.
She thought she defeated me.
Hmph, let's wait for the show!
Once Mom and Dad were seated, I held a bowl of soup and said, "Mom and Dad, drink the soup. We've almost finished eating, let's not waste it."
"Okay."
Dad and I, being men, quickly finished our portions, lowered our heads, and scrolled through our phones.
In contrast, Mom was the epitome of elegance, delicately holding the bowl close to her lips.
I watched Mom without blinking, as her sexy lips slowly approached the bowl. When they reached the edge, they lightly parted, taking a sip.
Observing Mom's actions, my heart raced. Although on the surface, it seemed like regular egg soup, it was actually modified. Inside was a thick essence of mine.
After tasting a sip, Mom instantly realized something was wrong.
'Why did it taste odd?'
'How could egg soup have a jelly-like texture?'
'And a hint of fishiness.'
'This feeling...'
Mom instinctively used her tongue to stir it in her mouth, savouring it carefully.
The fishy taste grew stronger, and the liquid became stickier. Looking back at the bowl, it was visibly filled with a thick white substance.
'This isā¦ semen!?'
My mom suddenly turned her head towards me and saw my smug smile. In an instant, she confirmed her suspicions: there was semen in the soup!
The thought that she had actually been savouring it carefully just moments ago, and that it was ejaculated from my enormous cock, made my mom's stomach churn. Despite having swallowed semen before, and despite having been intimate with me on numerous occasions, my mom had always been resistant to swallowing.
Unable to control her nausea, Mom quickly turned her head and spat the "egg soup" into the trash bin. She had no intention of drinking from the bowl anymore. She covered her mouth with her small hand, her eyebrows furrowed.
"What's wrong, honey? Is the soup not good?" Dad, puzzled, asked.
"Mm... It's a bit salty..."
"Salty? That shouldn't be. Let me taste."
After Dad spoke, he reached out to take the bowl.
"Ah... no..."
Mom was instantly terrified. If Dad discovered it, they would be in trouble.
Mom had no choice but to steel herself and lift the bowl again, saying to Dad, "Maybe the seasoning wasn't mixed properly. Let me try again."
Mom looked at Dad, who had an expectant expression as if he was waiting for her to drink the soup. She inwardly cursed him, took a deep breath, tilted her fair neck, and poured all the soup from the bowl into her mouth.
"Gulp... Gulp..."
Mom's expression was obscured by the bowl, but I could see everything clearly from the side.
At that moment, Mom furrowed her brow tightly, holding her breath, and consecutively swallowed several mouthfuls, consuming all the "semen egg soup" in the bowl.
After finishing, Mom sealed her lips tightly, desperately enduring the urge to vomit. As she progressed, it became increasingly unbearable, especially the thick semen towards the end. The fishy and foul taste continued to assault Mom's taste buds. But with great perseverance, she managed to suppress the urge to vomit.
"Was it good?" Dad, oblivious to the situation, asked after seeing Mom finish.
Mom was on the verge of tears from frustration. Just as she was about to respond, I chimed in, "Did you like it, Mom? Was it tasty?"
Seeing my smug expression, Mom wished she could strangle me right then and there. However, Dad was still looking at her. Helplessly, Mom forced a smile and said, "It was delicious..."
And so, amidst Mom's murderous glare, the dinner came to a cheerful end!