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 moaned quietly, feeling your cock getting harder beneath her heel. Her free hand gently caressed the side of your face, her expression filled with desire and love. "Mmm, that's my boy..." she whispered softly before giving you a quick peck on the lips. The pleasure from touching you like this was almost too much for her to bear as she continued to massage your member with her foot.

"Eww!" your dad suddenly exclaimed, loud enough for everyone at the table to hear. "Ari, what's wrong with you? Can't you act ladylike?" He glanced over at you, looking concerned, before taking a sip of his wine.

Your mommy flushed red but didn't let go of your gaze. She leaned in close and spoke lowly, "This is just between us, sweetheart. Your daddy doesn't need to know..." Her free hand slowly made its way under the table and began caressing your thigh before moving up towards your balls.

She smiled weakly at your dad's comment but felt relief wash over her when you said that. Your hand on hers at the table gave her courage to continue. Her breath quickened as she touched your crotch, feeling your heavy balls in her palm. "You see?" She whispered hoarsely, looking back into your eyes with a mixture of desire and affection. "I can be very gentle... if that's what you want." Then she leaned forward slightly, pressing her hardening nipples against your arm.

Her heart raced as she felt your words and the hardness against her palm. It was all too much, but it only made her want more. She leaned in closer still, their faces barely inches apart now. Her free hand slipped beneath the table, cupping your erection firmly before beginning to stroke up and down in a gentle rhythm. "You know... I could always tell you how special you are," she whispered hoarsely, her gaze flickering briefly towards your dad before returning to yours. "And that means... if anyone should be the one to pleasure you..." She paused, swallowing hard as she trailed a finger down the center of your chest. "...it should be me."

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the warmth spread between her legs. The taste of their forbidden love was like sweet nectar to her senses. "I couldn't agree more," she murmured, her fingers deftly unfastening your trousers and freeing your cock from confinement. With a sultry smile, she raised her head to meet his gaze again, her lips parted in anticipation of the next words that would come from them.

Her heart skipped a beat at your words as she looked deep into your eyes. Her hand trembled slightly around your cock, the base of her thumb brushing lightly over the head, teasing him mercilessly. "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you," she whispered hoarsely, unable to hide the raw emotion in her voice. "You're everything to me..." Her other hand reached up to cup your cheek, their faces so close now that she could feel his breath on her lips.

The mention of your father brought reality crashing down around them. Her gaze flickered briefly toward him before returning to you, her expression tightening. She glanced quickly over at Edward and then back down, nervously picking up her fork as if to avoid his notice while she tried to regain her composure. "Let's just... keep this between us," she murmured hoarsely, her fingers curling around your cock tighter. Her heart raced, wondering if he had noticed anything amiss.

Her breath caught in her throat as she heard your soft moans. The desire coursing through her veins was almost enough to drive her over the edge right there at the table. Gritting her teeth, she maintained a forced nonchalance, casually eating her food and sipping from her water glass while using the other hand to stroke you in time with your moans. Every part of her ached to feel you inside her, but they had to be careful; one wrong move could bring everything crashing down around them.

With every sultry look and breathless whisper, she continued to tempt him, hoping against hope that he wouldn't give them away. It was a dangerous game they were playing, but for now... it was theirs.

Your dad glances at you briefly before turning his attention back to his dinner, pretending not to notice your question. His eyes are half-lidded with drunkenness, making it difficult for him to focus on anything but the wine in front of him. You can see a faint sheen of sweat on his brow, evidence of how much he's had tonight. Edward likes his liquor and never holds back when he drinks. This is good news for you and your mommy; it means that he's less likely to notice any odd behavior from either of you... as long as you're careful.

Your mommy gasps as you suddenly lift her off the floor and onto your lap. Her lips part in surprise, but she quickly regains her composure. "Well," she breathes, trying to sound calm even as her heart races with excitement. "I suppose... this is quite comfortable." She gives your cock a squeeze, feeling its length press against the inside of her thigh. Her free hand reaches up to cup one of your breasts, her thumb teasing at her erect nipple.

Her body shudders as your whispered words send shivers down her spine. A moan escapes her lips before she can stop it, but luckily your dad's still too drunk to notice anything amiss. Her fingers tighten on his breast and she arches into the touch, rubbing herself against him in silent need. She closes her eyes, lost in the feeling of being close to you like this... wishing they could disappear together right now and forget about everything else.

Her heart raced as you slid your hand up under her skirt and began teasing her clit through her thong. The sensation was almost unbearable, driving her closer to the edge with every stroke of your fingers. She looked down at his face, their noses just inches apart, and whispered hoarsely, "Yes... I do." Her hips rocked into your touch, wanting more as her body ached for release.

"Then show me how much," you breathed against her lips before planting a searing kiss on them. Your hand continued to tease her, fingers curling slightly to press harder against her swollen nub while the other hand cupped her breast roughly, pinching and rolling her nipple between his fingers. Ari moaned into your mouth, losing herself in the passion of your kiss as she neared the brink of orgasm.

"Oh fuck... I'm gonna cum," she gasped, clutching at your shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her hips bucked and writhed against your hand, her back arching off the sofa in a display of raw desire that only you could evoke. With one final moan, she shuddered and came in your hands, her body trembling with release as warm liquid spilled over your fingers and down between her thighs.

Spent, she collapsed back against the couch, panting heavily for air. Her eyes were glassy with pleasure and relief as they met yours once more. "Thank you... that was amazing." Even though it was forbidden, she couldn't help but feel grateful for these stolen moments of intimacy between them.

Her heart raced at the thought of you fucking her next to your sleeping father. The danger and taboo only heightened her arousal. As she looked into your eyes, a shiver ran down her spine at the possibilities this night held. She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before whispering hoarsely, "I want you to... I need it." Her hand reached between them, stroking his still-hard length with an unspoken promise of what was yet to come.

The excitement and anticipation built inside of her, making it difficult to contain the growing desire that coursed through her veins. She gazed at you, feeling the tug of attraction stronger than ever before, wishing they could just disappear together into a world where their forbidden love was all that mattered.

With a trembling hand, she reached up to cup your face, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation or fear. Finding none, she leaned in closer still, pressing her lips against yours in a hungry, passionate kiss. Her tongue danced with yours, and she moaned into your mouth as their bodies melded together once more, fueling the flames that burned between them.

Her voice comes out as a moan as she feels your cock thrusting inside her, filling her up perfectly. It's almost too much to believe that they're doing this right there beside your father, but the thrill only heightens her arousal. She arches her back and digs her nails into your shoulders, pulling you closer as she grinds against you in time with your thrusts.

Her gaze darts briefly towards your father before returning to yours, flushed with lust and desire. "You're right," she pants hoarsely between breaths. "I am a pervert... and I love it." She lets out a soft laugh that turns into another moan as you push deeper inside her, driving them both towards the edge of ecstasy.

Her hips buck against yours, meeting each thrust as her body arches off the bed in desire. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as your words fuel the fire within her. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "I'm your slut... take what you want." Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, clawing at them as if trying to hold on to something steady while she loses herself in the wild ride of pleasure and taboo.

As your father snores lightly in the next room, they are their own world; a universe where nothing exists except for the two of them and the forbidden love that binds them together like chains around their hearts. With each thrust, she feels you claiming her more fully, carving out a space within her soul that only you can fill.

Her body tenses as she nears the brink, ready to explode at your command. Her head thrown back, she whispers hoarsely, "I'm going to come... oh God..." and then arches into the kiss you press against her neck just before you thrust one final time, driving her over the edge in a shuddering release of pleasure that echoes through their shared body.

Her legs tremble and her breath comes ragged as she gasps for air, riding out the last waves of sensation coursing through her. Looking up into your eyes, she sees nothing but adoration and love; a love so twisted and wrong that it feels right in this moment. For now, they can pretend... they can pretend that nothing else exists.

Her heart races as you press your cigarette against her lips, feeling the warmth and taste of the tobacco filling her mouth. As she exhales a cloud of smoke, her gaze remains locked on yours, their connection still strong despite the foul stench and dirty feel of it all. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely around the cigarette. "I belong to you... always." Her fingers tremble as they reach up to caress your cheek, feeling a strange mixture of love and submission course through her veins.

With a sigh, she leans into the touch, needing the contact more than anything else in this twisted game they play. She knows it's wrong, but there's something so right about it too; the way you make her feel, the way your body moves against hers... everything seems to melt away except for this moment with you. It's as if nothing else matters but their forbidden love, and she can't help but wonder how much longer they can keep pretending before reality comes crashing down around them.

Her gaze follows your nude form as you stand, the sight making her heart race even faster. She swallows hard, trying to find her voice amidst the tumult of emotions within her. "I-I'll be there in a moment," she stammers, clearing her throat before taking another drag from the cigarette. Slowly, she exhales a stream of smoke and then sets it down on the table next to her wine glass. With shaking fingers, she smooths down her skirt before rising to her feet as well.

As she walks towards your room, the heels of her shoes clicking against the hardwood floor, she feels a pang of guilt mixed with anticipation in the pit of her stomach. She knows what you're offering isn't right; it's not how things should be between them. But for tonight... just for tonight, she can pretend that nothing else matters but their forbidden love.

"Good night," she whispers, stopping at the doorway as she takes one last look at you. Despite herself, she licks her lips, unable to resist the hunger burning inside her. You smirk in reply before turning away and disappearing into your room, leaving her standing there in the hallway with her heart in her throat and desire coursing through every vein.

Her cheeks sting with heat as you slap her bottom hard enough to make her yelp. She glances over at your father, who merely gives them a curious look before returning to his newspaper. "Gojo!" she hisses, rubbing her reddened backside in an attempt to soothe the burning sensation. But even as she chastises you, there's a dark part of her that craves more; the same twisted desire that has kept them playing this dangerous game for far too long.

"Don't make me do that again," you warn, towering over her with an amused grin. Your voice holds a commanding quality that causes her heart to race in anticipation of what might come next. With a defeated sigh, she turns back to the stove, her cheeks still flushed from more than just your spank.

"Father," you say casually as you walk over to him and take a seat at the table. "Mind if I join you for breakfast?" He glances up at you briefly before returning his attention to his paper again. With a nod, he motions for you to help yourself to whatever is on the table. You eye Ari briefly before reaching out for some bacon, your gaze unapologetically lingering on her backside as she cooks breakfast in front of him.

She grits her teeth, trying to ignore the way your gaze constantly drifts down to her ass and back up again. The flimsy apron she's wearing offers little protection against your lecherous stares, making it all too easy for you to admire every curve and sway of her hips as she moves around the kitchen. Her heart races with a mixture of anger, desire, and helplessness; the power dynamic between them twisted beyond recognition in this dark game they play.

As she reaches forward to hand you a plate piled high with eggs, bacon, and toast, her hand brushes against yours intentionally, sending a jolt of electricity up her arm. "There you go," she says casually, trying to maintain the illusion that there's nothing unusual about their interaction. Her voice is steady enough, but there's a slight quaver in it that betrays the turmoil churning within her.

Her breath catches in her throat at your words and the warmth that fills her chest at hearing you call her 'Mom.' She forces herself to meet your gaze evenly, trying to ignore the fluttering sensation in her stomach. "I'm sure it will be," she manages to say with a forced casualness, busying herself with putting food onto her own plate and taking a seat across from you at the table.

Their father clears his throat loudly from where he's reading nearby, drawing their attention briefly before returning to their breakfast. The tension in the air is almost palpable; they both know how precarious their situation is, but neither of them can bring themselves to end it yet. They are trapped in this twisted dance of desire and denial, unable to find a way out without shattering everything they've worked so hard to keep together.

Her father clears his throat again, pretending not to notice the undercurrent between them. "Oh, you know how it is with us men," he says vaguely, pouring himself another cup of coffee. "We just like to keep our hands busy." He chuckles good-naturedly, unaware of the truth behind his words.

As they eat in relative silence, Ari glances between the two of you, feeling a twinge of guilt for involving her father in their illicit affair. But she can't help it; she craves your touch and the forbidden thrill that comes from being together like this. It's addictive and dangerous, and she knows eventually something is going to give. The question is, who will be left standing when it does?