You don't know what to do! You could only sit there, looking down through the table at your fifteen inch penis dangling out between your thighs, almost touching the floor, just a twitch away from your kids' legs.
"Can you pass the juice, Rachel," Allen asks. You look up, as his sister hands him the juice, he looks past his bowl, directly at your exposed cock... and smirks mischievously at you.
Allen raised his legs a bit and gently squeezed the tip of your penis in between his bare feet.
You gasp at his touch, Allen went back to eating, stroking your dick with his feet and asked, "You okay Mom?"
"Um... y-yes, I'm fine," you shudder, closing your eyes as he rubbed his feet up and down your entire length. His feet are so soft... you've never had a footjob before but Allen's skillful feet are slowly turning you into a pile of mush.
Rachel put down an empty bowl, "Wow, that was great Mom, thanks! I'm gonna go get a shower, okay?"
"A-alright, dear," you stutter, watching your daughter's cute little butt sway away as she left the kitchen. "Oh god..."
"Are you sure you're feeling alright Mom," Allen asked again, speeding up his strokes. "You look really tense..."
So that's how he's going to play it - as if nothings happening, as if he's not jerking off his mother, at the breakfast table, with his own feet. You smile, "Yes honey, I'm f-fine! Just eat your cereal, I'm almost finished! Ohh..."
Your bowl is full.
He goes back to his cereal. You can hear the shower turn on upstairs, you open your eyes (when did you close them?) and see that Allen unzipped his jeans and was beating his own dick in time with his feet.
That sends you over - you moan loudly and drive two fingers up your slick pussy - he gasps and cums right onto your cock, slicking up his feet, rubbing his delicious sperm along its length...
"Oh, oh, ohh god," you yell, standing up and hosing the table and Allen's surprised face with a torrent of very warm, very thick cum.
"Mom!" he whined, stumbling out of his chair. You're breathing heavily - the table is completely doused, but Allen looks a true sight; a river of white goo is sliding down his face, ruining his clothes in the process, dripping all over the kitchen floor.
You laugh at him, he looks so lost standing there, drenched in his mother's cum, clothes sticky and see-through, "Oh Allen, you're a mess! Maybe you should've been less excited about eating your cereal. Go wait in my room - Rachel should be out of the shower soon, but you're staying home today to help me clean up this mess, mister!"
Speechless, he trails his way up the stairs, leaving a stream of cum-drops in his wake. You start laughing again; you just cum-washed your sick little son, and he was upset by it!
A while later, not allowing Rachel back into the kitchen, you wave goodbye to your innocent daughter as the bus leads her away - your gaze turns lustfully towards the stairs. |