Did you want to set the table for me?"Yeah, sure. I wanted to set the fucking table. I wanted to throw the fucking dishes on the floor and throw you b...ck on the fucking table and throw a fucking fuck into your fucking ass. That's what I wanted. "Sure, Mom", I say, instead."What a nice son you are." She tousles my hair.Why can't she tousle my fucking dick, instead?Betsy comes flying into the room, dripping sex. "Is dinner ready yet, Mom?"I'll give you dinner, toots. Munch on this for a while and. "And wipe that grin off your face, before I do..." You pat me on the cheek, a little harder than we both know is needed, but I turn, and stop smiling, well almost. Your hands run over my neck, my shoulders down my back and end up cupping my ass. You squeeze, just hard enough to hurt. Down the outside of my thighs, over my calves and to my ankles. One hand leaves to push me gently down, mid back and then returns pulling me closer. Your jeans burn the skin of my stomach and chest as I end up on. "I had no idea what would fall out of her mouth next, but I had to wait her out.Although, after a moment, I hit the couch and got up. "You agree with Rose, don't you? You're rubbing your face and trying to hide your smirk." I guess, Kate," she answered, getting up with me. "You have to respect her wishes, no matter how hard that might be," she reminded me, taking her hands in mine. "You never know what might happen down the line. Something could happen, or maybe you could just tell Chase that. Ana was naked on a messed up bed. She smiled at me as she was fingering herself up. I removed all my clothes. I walked up to her and asked her if she was a good girl while Jamal was visiting our room. Mu sexy slut wife grabbed my head and placed it between her spread thighs. She laughed and said that a good girl never would let any cum leaking out her well used cunt…She added that she had saved her tight asshole for my thick cock.I ate her pussy until I made her cum in my mouth. Then I rolled.