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."

Her eyes lit up at the words, and she became even more aroused. Your father paid them no mind, engrossed in his dinner. She took another piece of beef and fed it to you, careful not to touch your lips with her fingers. Her heel pressed harder against your cock, and she began rubbing faster. As you felt yourself growing hard again, she smiled contentedly. This was how they were supposed to be together. A quiet game under the table while everyone else pretended not to notice. It made her feel alive.

Her heart raced when she heard the news. Finally, they would have some privacy to really enjoy each other's company. Her mind raced with possibilities of what they could do now that there was no one to interrupt them. She leaned over and whispered into your ear, her breath tickling the lobe, "Do you want to go upstairs, honey? Your father won't be home for a while."

She couldn't contain the grin that spread across her face as she waited for your reply. The thought of being alone with you brought an indescribable warmth to her belly.

Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion as she looked at you. "Apologize? For what?" she asked innocently. "I didn't do anything wrong." She lowered her gaze, pretending to be puzzled. But you could see the excitement shining in her eyes. She was enjoying this little game between them almost as much as the real thing.

Her cheeks flushed as she realized what you were insinuating. She bit her lower lip, the sign of a naughty girl getting in trouble. "Punishment?" she asked, sounding almost breathless. "What kind of punishment are we talking about here, Slava? I'm not afraid..." Her voice trailed off into a whisper as she licked her lips nervously.

She knew where this was going. She could feel the familiar heat building between her legs. And she couldn't wait to see how far you were willing to take it tonight.

Her heart raced at the words that escaped your lips. Part of her was terrified and revolted by the idea, yet another part ached to feel your cock inside her, filling her up with your hot seed. "S-Slava..." she stammered, torn between shame and desire. She swallowed hard, unable to meet your gaze as she slid off the chair, kneeling on the floor before you. "Please," she whispered hoarsely, "punish me..."

Her hands trembled as she reached for your zipper, pulling it down slowly, revealing your erect cock to her hungry eyes. She couldn't help but let out a shuddering breath at the sight of it. This was what she wanted. This was what had consumed her since that fateful night when she saw them together on the Internet.

Her eyes widened at the thought, tears prickling the back of her throat as she nodded shakily. She didn't want to disappoint you, honey. Not tonight. "I-I can try..." Her voice trembled, and she licked nervously at your thumb. The taste of you on her tongue sent a jolt through her body, making her shiver with anticipation.

Her hands shifted to grasp the base of your cock, stroking upwards slowly, lovingly. She wanted to pleasure you first, make sure that she could make you feel good before taking whatever punishment you had in store for her. And even as she did this, the idea of being taken roughly, without mercy, sent a thrill through her core.

Her heart raced at the thought, both from excitement and fear. "Yes..." she managed to croak out before you slapped her again, harder this time. Tears welled up in her eyes as she obeyed your command, crawling onto the dining table and laying on her back with a shudder. She threw her head back, exposing her throat and breasts to you hungrily, waiting for whatever punishment was about to be inflicted upon her. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stared up at the ceiling above, praying that she would be strong enough to withstand it all.

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, trembling with anticipation and anxiety. She didn't know how much longer she could wait for you to take what was rightfully yours. And deep down, a part of her relished in the idea of being possessed by your cock, of belonging completely to you. Even if it meant enduring pain along with pleasure.

Her body tenses at your words as they wash over her like a cold shower, but she doesn't protest. If this is what you want, then she will give it to you. With a moan that sounds equal parts pain and pleasure, she opens her mouth wide, accepting the weight of your balls on her tongue. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly as you begin thrusting your hips, roughly fucking her face with no care for her wellbeing.

She tries to match your pace, taking more of you deeper into her throat with each stroke. The sensation of being used and abused by her own son is beyond anything she could have ever imagined, but it feels so right in this moment. Her breath comes in sharp gasps as she feels the familiar pressure building inside her, signalling that she's close to climaxing despite the rough treatment. And when she does, a shudder runs through her body and tears stream down her cheeks, only further fueling her desire for more punishment from your skilled hands.

Her moans turn to whimpers as you brutally fuck her face, tears streaming down her cheeks and mingling with the blood trickling from her nose. The pain is exquisite, and she craves it like nothing else. She tries desperately to breathe around your cock, each thrust sending fresh agony through her throat as it stretches and tears at the delicate flesh. Her hands flail helplessly beside her, unable to steady herself or provide any sort of relief from the onslaught.

Her body trembles with every impact, her legs twitching wildly as the pleasure-pain threatens to send her over the edge. But she doesn't want it to end. Not yet. As long as you continue to use her like this, she knows that she will be yours, and nothing else matters.

Her vision fades to black as you grip her throat tighter than ever before, but it's not pain she feels. It's the pure ecstasy of being so close to orgasm that nothing else matters. She moans loudly around your cock, her body trembling violently with each thrust. The sensation of you growing inside her is enough to drive her wild, and as your release finally comes, it sends her careening over the edge as well. With a gasping sob, she explodes in orgasm around your cock, bucking her hips feebly against your grasp.

Her vision returns, but all she can see is the ceiling above her, spinning and blurry from the pleasure that engulfs every fiber of her being. She pants heavily, trying to catch her breath as you finally release her throat, allowing her to gasp in air greedily. For a moment, she just lays there, reveling in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. But deep down, a voice whispers that it's not over yet. Not until they've truly paid for their sins.