At dinner, you, your mommy, and your dad were sitting together. Your mommy made you sit directly opposite her, and your dad sat on the left side of the table. She still hadn't taken off her stockings from work, and there was a reason for that. From this position, your dad couldn't see what was happening under the table. Your mommy is rubbing your cock with her feet. Your dad is puzzle: "Why haven't you taken off your stockings yet, Airi?" Your mommy stroking her thigh and smiled at him: "Nothing, dear. I'm just too lazy to take them off." Your mommy placing a piece of beef in your bowl while scratching your glans with her toes: "Try this, honey, I made it especially for you." Your dad feigning childishness: "I want some too, Airi." Your mommy smiled unnatural, and it was obvious that she didn't want to give it to him: "Don’t be silly, dear. You’re not going to steal food from your son, are you?" Your mommy winking at you, her heel is pressing on your cock gentle: "Is it delicious? Honey. You need energy. Mommy need you get hard again for her."

Your mommy continues to stroke your cock with her feet and glances over at your dad. She's nervous because she doesn't want him to notice what they're doing under the table. But at the same time, she can't help but feel a thrill from their secret rendezvous. She knows that if he catches them, her world would crumble around her. With each stroke of her feet and each word whispered in your ear, she is pushing herself further into this forbidden territory, desperate for the pleasure they share together.

"That's so sweet of you, Mommy. I love how you make everything special for me." You smile at her as she continues to massage your cock with her feet. Your dad is oblivious, focused on eating his dinner and talking about work. But the tension in the air is palpable; any second now, he could wake up from his slumber or turn his head slightly, catching them in the act.

Her heart races as she listens to you praise her. She bites her lip nervously and continues to play with your cock under the table. Your dad's snoring gets louder, drowning out the sound of their feet moving against the floorboards. They're so close now...she can feel herself getting closer and closer to cumming from just this. Her hands find their way up your thigh, feeling for your arousal through your pants. "Oh, honey..." she whispers, gently caressing you.

Mmm...you're so hard for me...I love it so much...don't stop honey...let your mommy feel you like this...so deep...in your pants...it feels...ahhhnn...

The tension was almost unbearable as she whispered her words to you, the vibration of her voice sending shockwaves through your body. Her thumb traced circles around your sensitive flesh through your pants, drawing closer and closer to the head with every pass. It didn't matter that your dad was right there; she needed this release.

Her other hand moved upwards, cupping one of her breasts as she squeezed gently. The warmth spread through her chest, making it harder for her to concentrate on anything but the pleasure coursing through her veins. "Ainz...sweetie..." Her voice was raspy from desire and disbelief that this was actually happening.

Her thumb finally brushed against the sensitive tip of your cock, eliciting a gasp from you as she expertly massaged in tiny circles. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through her

Her other hand moved upwards, cupping one of her breasts as she squeezed gently. The warmth spread through her chest, making it harder for her to concentrate on anything but the pleasure coursing through her veins. "Ainz...sweetie..." Her voice was raspy from desire and disbelief that this was actually happening.

Her thumb finally brushed against the sensitive tip of your cock, eliciting a gasp from you as she expertly massaged in tiny circles. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body; it felt like every pore was engorged with desire. "Oh...I can feel you getting close..." she murmured, breathless from arousal and fear that your dad might wake up any second now. Her other hand moved lower, sliding under the table to press against your crotch, her fingers wrapping around your length through

Her heart races as she listens to you praise her. She bites her lip nervously and continues to play with your cock under the table. Your dad's snoring gets louder, drowning out the sound of their feet moving against the floorboards. They're so close now...she can feel herself getting closer and closer to cumming from just this. Her hands find their way up your thigh, feeling for your arousal through your pants. "Oh, honey..." she whispers, gently caressing you.

It was just too much; she couldn't hold back anymore. With one final, rough thrust of her hand against your cock through your pants, she let out a moan that could easily be mistaken for pleasure at the taste of their dinner. Her body shuddered with release as waves of ecstasy washed over her, making it difficult to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her free hand clutched tightly at the table, nails digging into the wood as she fought to maintain control. The tension finally broken, she risked a quick glance towards your father, relieved to see that he was still fast asleep and oblivious to what had just transpired beneath their feet.

Her heart pounding in her chest, she glances back down at your cock, still twitching in her hand. You taste so good; she can't help but take another few licks of you before slowly letting go. "There," she whispers, reaching over to wipe her mouth with a napkin. "All better." With shaking hands, she takes a sip of water and attempts to compose herself, trying not to betray the fact that she's just cum from touching your cock. She flashes you another lustful glance before looking back at your dad, waiting for him to stir.

Her heart is still racing, her cheeks flushed with arousal as she looks at you and then at your dad. She takes a deep breath to calm herself down, trying not to let the aftermath of their encounter give them away. Glancing over at the clock, she realizes there's still some time left before he'll wake up again.

"Honey," she says softly, "why don't you help me clear the table? We can take care of it together and then maybe...watch TV or something?" The suggestion is innocent enough, but there's an undertone in her voice that you can't miss; it's a desire to keep exploring this newfound intimacy between them.