Leon's thrusting sped up, his hips snapping forward with more force. He smacked Lauren's ass a few times, sharp, loud cracks that echoed through the kitchen. Each slap made her cheeks jiggle, the red handprints from earlier glowing brighter against her white skin. Lauren's moans grew louder, filling the room.
"Ahh… ooh… yes… Leon… harder…" her voice rough and needy, breaking with every deep push inside her.
Ryan stopped mid-bite, fork frozen in his mouth. The pancakes tasted like nothing now. His mom's tits swayed too much, too lewdly under the thin apron, heavy and full, bouncing with every thrust.
The fabric bunched between them, nipples dragging across the table's surface sometimes, leaving faint wet trails from her sweat. Her whole smooth, pale skin glistened with sweat, shining under the morning light coming through the window.
Lauren's body trembled harder, her moans turning into desperate cries.
"Mmm… ahh… I'm… close… ooh…" her hips pushing back to meet Leon's thrusts, pussy clenching around him visibly. Her face flushed deep red, eyes half-lidded and glassy, mouth open in ecstasy as drool slipped from the corner of her lips.
Her breaths came in short gasps between moans, body arching more, tits flattening against the table for a second before bouncing up again. The pleasure built visibly, her thighs shaking, toes curling against the floor, a fresh gush of wetness leaking down her legs as orgasm hit her hard.
"Ahh… cumming… yes… oh god… mmmph!" she cried out, voice breaking into a long, shuddering moan. Her whole body jerked forward, pussy clenching around Leon's cock, more squirt splashing onto the floor beneath the table. Her eyes rolled back a little, mouth forming a perfect O as waves of ecstasy rolled through her, making her tremble and gasp.
The sound of Leon's hips slamming against Lauren's ass cheeks grew louder—wet, rhythmic slaps that mixed with her cries and the creak of the table. Ryan couldn't look away. His hand slipped under the table without thinking, rubbing his cock through his pants, the fabric already tented and damp. The friction felt good, too good, his breaths coming faster as he watched his mom's body shake from orgasm.
Leon grunted low, thrusts losing rhythm. "Fuck… here it comes… neighborhood milf… take it all…"
He buried himself deep with a final hard push, body tensing as he came inside her.
"Mmm… so much… ahh…" Lauren whimpered her pussy milking him, more cum overflowing and dripping down her thighs in thick white trails.
Ryan released inside his pants at the same moment, hot spurts soaking through the fabric. He bit his lip to keep quiet, hand squeezing himself through the pants as his body jerked once, twice.
Leon pounded one or two more times, slow and deep, then pulled out with a wet sound. A long string of his cum stretched from his cock, falling onto the breakfast plate beside Lauren, splattering across her untouched pancakes and eggs.
Leon wiped his cock on her ass cheek, smearing the last drops, then stepped back and sat in a chair with a satisfied sigh. "Whew… that's how you start the day right."
Lauren stayed bent over for a moment, breathing ragged, body still trembling from aftershocks. Then she straightened up slowly, apron crooked and bunched up between her tits. The fabric had slipped completely, her breasts spilling out fully, nipples dark and stiff, areolas visible and flushed. Cum dripped down her thighs in slow rivulets, pooling at her feet.
She turned and sat in her own, legs parted a little, more cum leaking onto the seat. She picked up her fork like nothing was wrong, smiling softly at him.
"Eat up, baby." she said, voice still hoarse. "It's getting cold."
Ryan stared at her plate—the one with Leon's fresh cum splattered across it. White streaks mixed with it. He looked at his own half-eaten food, then back at her.
He stood up suddenly. "I'll… I'll bring another plate for you, Mom."
He reached for her plate to take it away, trying to prevent her from eating with Leon's cum on it.
Lauren tilted her head, fork paused halfway to her mouth. "Why? What's wrong?"
Ryan's mouth opened, but he couldn't say it. Couldn't say "Leon's cum is on your food." His face burned, words stuck in his throat.
Leon leaned back in his chair, casual as ever. "Come on, sit down and eat your breakfast. No need to make a fuss."
Lauren smiled gently, reaching over to touch Ryan's hand. "Finish your own breakfast, sweetie. I'll eat this one. No need to change anything. It's fine."
Ryan sat back down powerlessly, fork trembling in his hand. He watched his mom pick up a bite of pancake, cum dripping from it and bring it to her mouth. She chewed slowly, swallowing without hesitation, a small satisfied hum escaping her.
"Mmm… tasty" she said softly, licking her lips.
Ryan's stomach twisted. Leon rubbed his hand on her back, casual and possessive.
"If you're worried about my cum on her plate." Leon said, looking at Ryan, "Don't be. She loves it. Don't you, neighborhood milf?"
Lauren nodded, taking another bite, more cum coating the eggs this time. "I like Leon's cum… it's tasty… mmm…"
Ryan stared, shocked at first. His mom's casual words hit him hard. But then he remembered—the hypnosis. The app. She wasn't herself. Not fully. He swallowed, looking down at his plate, and forced himself to keep eating.
They finished breakfast in silence broken only by the clink of forks and Lauren's soft hums of pleasure. When the plates were empty, Lauren stood up to clear them.
She picked up Ryan's plate first, bending down a little. Her tits swayed close to him—heavy, bare, nipples brushing near his arm. Ryan froze, fighting the urge to grab them, to touch the soft skin. His hands clenched on the table edge.
She straightened, then turned for Leon's plate. As she bent again, Leon reached out and patted her ass cheeks lightly. "Thanks, neighborhood milf."
Lauren smiled back at him, hips swaying as she walked to the kitchen, bare back and ass on full display—just the apron strings tied behind her. Her cheeks jiggled with each step, cum still leaking down her thighs.
Ryan watched her go, lost in the sight of her jiggling ass, the way her body moved so naturally, so used.
Leon cleared his throat, pulling Ryan's attention back.
"Ryan," he said quietly. "I want to talk to you about something."
Ryan blinked, turning to him. "What… what do you want to talk about?"
Leon leaned forward, elbows on the table. "We've been best friends for a long time, right? Since we were kids."
Ryan nodded slowly, confused.
"You know there's something I've wanted for a long time." Leon continued, voice calm. "But now… only you can give it to me."
Ryan's stomach dropped. He looked at Leon, eyes wide with confusion. "What… what do you mean?"
To be continued...
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