“I can guarantee she won’t tell anyone, just as I believe you when you tell me Katie would never out us,” I reassured her, not for the first time, as I grabbed the bag with the head cock in it. “Plus, I’m sure Dad told her all about you a long time ago.”
“I bet he didn’t with that thing on her mouth,” Mom joked, pointing at the bag.
“Probably not. Ready to get fucked for an audience?”
“Do I have a choice?” she asked, as we walked outside.
“Of course,” I said. “I’ll never force you to do anything you don’t want to.”
“So if I say no?” she asked.
“Then you can watch and remain horny while Ms. Chan gets my morning load,” I shrugged.
“Damn you,” she sighed, but playfully. “The things I do for you.”
“The things you do for my big, fat cock,” I corrected.
As we reached Ms. Chan’s door, she agreed more cheerfully, “I’m your sub: let’s do this, Master.”
“Yes you are and yes we will,” I nodded, as I used my key and we walked into the house. I called out, “Ms. Chan! Your birthday present is here.”
“Bring it to me in the kitchen,” she called back.
“Hungry?” I asked, strolling towards the kitchen holding Mom’s hand.
“Starving,” she answered, as we entered the kitchen to find Ms. Chan sitting in her wheelchair as usual.
She looked surprised to see my mom, but only slightly. “Good morning, Ms. Walsh.”
“Happy birthday, Ms. Chan,” Mom greeted with a shy smile, bag in hand.
“I thought I’d give you a tasty treat for breakfast,” I said.
“I love tasty treats,” Ms. Chan replied, indicating she was ready for whatever I had in mind, while also being noncommittal about what the treat might be, and giving no sign that she knew about my mother’s submission to me.
“I was thinking we might enjoy a little change from our usual morning routine,” I continued, also not giving anything away: yet.
“You have me curious,” Ms. Chan replied, glancing up at my mother rather nervously.
“Ever had a birthday breakfast cream pie?” I asked, now making it crystal clear I wasn’t talking about Danishes, and that at the very least, Mom would be a witness to our doing something naughty.
“For breakfast yes, for my birthday, no,” Ms. Chan answered with nary a flinch, now studying my very red-faced Mom with great interest.
“I thought we might do this Teppanyaki style and prepare this meal in front of you,” I added.
“That would be most interesting to see,” Ms. Chan smiled.
“Mom, get undressed,” I ordered.
“You’re okay with this, Ms. Chan?” Mom asked, still full of trepidation, yet already reaching for her jeans and unfastening them, willing to do immediately whatever I instructed her to do.
“In case it helps you to relax Ms. Walsh, I’d like you to know that when I was young I fucked my dad for several years,” Ms. Chan offered with an unusual brand of graciousness, exhibiting no shame at all about revealing her incestuous past.
This admission did indeed appear to relax my mother who joked, “It’s only been a couple days for me.”
“Fucking your Dad?” Ms. Chan asked playfully.
Mom finished taking off her jeans as she laughed and replied, by now fearlessly, “No, I never fucked my Dad, and I’ve only been my son’s slut for a couple of days: since Halloween.”
“I’ve been Kevin’s slut for longer than that,” Ms. Chan replied.
“So I hear,” Mom said, before adding, “in fact I believe I owe you many thanks for your wise tutelage of my son.”
“Happy to help,” Ms. Chan responded openly and casually, which only enhanced how hot and yet safe this situation was.
“Ms. Chan was a great help in turning you into a son fucker,” I added, loving the dirty talk.
“And you into a mother fucker,” Mom agreed with a smile, relaxing, by now surrendering to the situation with obvious pleasure like I knew she would, and totally naked except for her thigh highs, as she dropped to her knees and fished out my cock.
I allowed her to extract it before I offered, “Ms. Chan, would you enjoy preparing me to fuck my Mom?”
“I’ll be most happy to,” she replied, and opened wide as I walked over to her wheelchair and slid my cock into her expert mouth.
Watching avidly, Mom stood up, came closer and said, “That looks so nice. Get that cock nice and hard so my son can fuck me.”
Ms. Chan moaned on my cock, and her focussed expertise had me hard and ready for action in only a few seconds.
“Hop up on the kitchen table, Mommy-Slut,” I ordered.
Mom, no longer displaying any reservations at all about having an audience of one while we committed incest, hopped up onto the table, gave me an eager grin and spread her legs.
I pulled out of Ms. Chan’s amazing mouth and she turned to admire Mom’s spread-open legs. “Ms. Walsh, I have to tell you that’s a very yummy looking pie.”
“It’ll be even more delicious once I add my special cream topping to it,” I bragged, as I moved between my mom’s legs, grabbed her hips and pulled her right to the edge of the table.
“So you’re really going to fuck your Mother while another person watches?” Mom asked coyly, as I rubbed my cock up and down her wet pussy lips.