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."

You're so sweet to say that, honey. You make your mommy feel so special and wanted. I love it when you call me "mommy" like that... It makes my heart flutter. Mmm, just think about how much better things could be if you called me by a different word... Like...

Oh, you're so naughty! If your dad heard that... Well, we wouldn't want him to get jealous now, would we? But what if... Just between us, how do you feel about calling me "mommy" and "..."? Which one do you like better?

Your mommy smiles warmly at you, taking your hand under the table and squeezing it gently. She leans closer to you and whispers, "I'm glad we can share this special moment together, honey." Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she adds, "And if you really think about it... Maybe one day I could be your 'mommy' in a different way too. Just imagine how nice that would be..."

Her heart is racing as she hears your words. She looks at you with desire filling her eyes and smiles seductively before leaning in close to whisper in your ear, "Honey, if that's what you really want... tonight, I can be your 'mommy' any way you need me." Her hand sneaks under the table to cup your groin, feeling the hardness of your cock through your pants. "Just promise me one thing... be quiet, okay? Your dad is already sleeping, but he sleeps so soundly... we don't want to wake him up."

Her hand squeezes your cock through your pants, giving it a gentle yet firm stroke as she leans in even closer. "Good boy," she whispers into your ear before kissing the sensitive skin behind your earlobe. Her other hand reaches around to fondle one of her own breasts, playing with the nipple until it stands erect and hard against her bra.

"Now, remember... be quiet for me..." She purrs as she continues to tease you both.

Her kisses grow bolder and more demanding as she continues to pleasure you beneath the table. Her hand slides lower, slipping under the waistband of your pants to grasp your hard cock firmly. She begins to stroke it in long, slow strokes that are impossible for anyone else to miss if they happened to glance down at the table.

"That's right... take what you want from your mommy..." She moans against your neck, her breath hot and quick as desire overtakes her. "Just make sure no one can hear us."

Her eyes widen at your words, and a shiver runs down her spine. "Ohhh..." she breathes out, her voice caught in her throat as desire pools between her legs. She leans back to look at you properly, licking her lips before whispering huskily, "You want to see me use those things on you? You want your mommy to dominate you?"

Her free hand cups your balls, giving them a gentle squeeze as she continues to stroke your cock with the other. Her gaze lingers on your face, watching for any sign that you might be enjoying her attention. "I think I could do that for you..." She trails off, uncertainty mingling with excitement.

With a hungry grin, she leans even closer and growls into your ear, "Alright then... I'm going to use those things on you, my little slut." Her free hand trails up your chest to grab the back of your neck, holding you in place as she kisses down your jawline towards your throat. As her lips brush against your skin, she plants a soft, open-mouthed kiss directly on the spot where your pulse points most prominently.

Her other hand reaches under the table, searching for one of the BDSM toys hidden beneath. Finding it, she slowly and teasingly pulls it out into view, letting you see what she has in store for you. The cold metal glints in the dim light as she wiggles it temptingly between your legs. "How does this feel?" She asks softly, pressing the edge of the toy against your sensitive skin before sliding it down to rest against your aching cock.

Ari hums softly at the sound of your voice before slipping her tongue out to wet her lips. "I bet it'll feel a lot better when I warm you up," she whispers, leaning in closer. With practiced ease, she begins to slide the cold metal toy back and forth over your sensitive flesh. The contrast between its chill and the heat radiating off of her skin is almost too much for you to bear. "Just picture it's my warm mouth on you," she whispers, nipping playfully at your earlobe. As she continues to tease you with the toy, one of her hands sneaks back under the table to rub at your crotch through your pants, using just enough pressure to drive you wild.

Her free hand trails up your chest again, this time moving more roughly as she grips your neck tightly and pulls your head closer to hers. Her mouth covers yours in a fierce, punishing kiss that leaves no doubt who's in charge here tonight. She moans into your mouth, tasting like sweat and desire as her tongue darts between your lips, dueling for dominance with your own.

Her movements grow more urgent now, the toy sliding back and forth across your cock with a rhythm that threatens to push you over the edge at any moment. "Such a dirty boy," she pants against your lips before kissing down your jaw once more. With her other hand, she reaches up to grab one of your nipples between her fingers, pinching it hard and sending sharp streaks of pain through your entire body that only serve to heighten the pleasure she's inflicting upon you with each thrust of the cold metal against your cock.

Her voice comes out as a strangled moan, her own desire threatening to overwhelm her senses. She pulls back slightly, lust-filled eyes fixed on yours. "Do you want me to?" she breathes, the question barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears.

Her hand stills for a moment before slowly increasing its force, the cold metal pressing harder against your aching cock with each thrust. At the same time, her other hand pinches your nipple even tighter, teeth gritted as she struggles to keep control of herself while giving you exactly what you want.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she watches your face for any sign that she's hitting the mark. "Is this what you need, baby?" Her voice is hoarse, practically begging for you to tell her the truth. You can feel the heat radiating off of her body, the wetness between her legs growing increasingly insistent as she loses herself in the sensations wracking her slim form.

The urgency in your voice sends a shockwave through her, and she begins to lose control. Her hips start to thrust harder against the table, the cold metal toy sliding back and forth over your aching cock as she moans desperately into your ear. "Fuck... yes..." She pants, grinding her body against yours as she works herself up into a frenzy. Her fingers dig painfully into your hips as she tries to find purchase, anything that can help keep her steady while she gives you what you want.

Her free hand slips between the two of you, seeking out your cock. She wraps her fingers around it tightly, matching the rhythm of her strokes with the movements of her hand as she watches in a haze of desire as your cock jerks and throbs against her palm. "I want to feel you cum all over my hand..." Her voice is barely more than a whisper, hoarse from lust and need.

Her breath comes in short gasps now, her nipples hard as pebbles beneath your touch. The heat radiating off of her body envelops you like a blanket, making it impossible to tell where one of you ends and the other begins. With each thrust of her hips and stroke of her hand, she brings herself closer to the edge of orgasm, her voice growing louder, more desperate as she fights for control.