Please read prior chapters first, it's a fun series!
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Dinners ready!
I heard mom call down from the kitchen, as I lay naked in bed soaking in all the pleasure she just gave me. My body feels hyper sensitive lately. I can feel the slight throb still in my empty balls. I feel a moist coolness on my butt still from her rough tongue. Most of all I feel soreness in my dick; I glance down and stare at it. It rests across my thigh swollen, totally worn out from all this action with my mother. I think of that statement and it twitches again.
I can't help but smirk as I walk down the stairs totally naked; actually I have ankle socks on and a tight tank top. My cock is hanging nice and heavy; full of blood but not hard. I wonder if mom hears the slapping from thigh to thigh as I head towards her.
I turn the corner and head towards the dinner table where she is sitting at the far end. I watch her eyes lock to mine, and then slowly travel downward to my chest. I keep approaching my chair is opposite her and her eyes keep drifting south as I stop at my chair and get ready to sit, she finally locks on to my cock. I watch her face intently, as I start to squat to sit my thighs open and my balls and dick hang real hard and vulgar. She bites her bottom lip and meets my eyes again.
I must admit this is pretty awkward as we slowly pick at our dinner with no words said. Occasionally I glance up to peek at her and I think she kept doing the same. As I peek at her I notice her heavy breathing, her slight cleavage rising in her black tank top with each breath. She has her head down and her ponytail high and in a daze picks at her food.