*DISCLAIMER: The following is a complete work of fiction. A fantasy. All characters are over the age of 18.*
Michael fidgeted in his seat at the dinner table. It had been three days since his last release and he was feeling more pent up and anxious as the day slowly dragged by. His mother, Elizabeth, had been adamant about helping him but it had been a busy week and she hadn't had the time to give him the attention he desperately needed. The boy looked to his left at his father and then to his right at his mother. Both were absorbed in their meals and neither noticed he hadn't touched his food or that he couldn't sit still either.
Michael found himself staring at his Mom. Her pretty face, her mousy brown hair tied back with a few strands hanging loose in front of her ears. She was wearing one of her usual floral dresses, the top two buttons undone that left her chest exposed and just barely a hint of cleavage below the small golden cross that she always wore. The boy felt his dick stir in his pants.
"How was school today, Michael?" His father, Jim, asked.
"Huh? Oh, it was okay. We had a test in math." The boy answered without looking away from his mother. She looked up at him and smiled.
"How did you do on that, sweetie?" She asked before she took another bite of meatloaf.
"Uh. Well, I did okay, I think," he said. "I've been distracted all day so I think I could've done better."
His father hmmmed but said nothing further. Underneath the dining room table, the boy unfastened his pants and let his hard cock out into the open.
"Michael, honey, you need to eat your dinner." Elizabeth said. The teenager pushed the food around with his fork for a few more moments before he pushed his chair back and stood up. With his erection leading the way he walked down to his mother's side of the table and placed her left hand on his cock. She naturally began stroking him.
"Really Michael," his father asked, mildly annoyed. "You can't wait until after dinner?"
"Sorry Dad," he said while shaking his head. "Mom hasn't helped me in a few days." Elizabeth wiped the corners of her mouth with her napkin using her right hand and turned in her seat to face her son.
"Betty, you know better." admonished Jim. "He's a growing boy. You know how important it is for him to have a clear mind."
"You're right, dear, as usual," Elizabeth agreed. "I've just been so busy, what with the bake sale and the PTA." Michael put his hand on the back of his mother's neck and pulled her down onto his dick. She began sucking him without hesitation. Jim continued eating. The dining room was quiet again save for the sounds of silverware clinking against the plate and wet slurping.
"Mmm, that's good Mom. Hey Dad, can you help me practice my throw when you get back?" Michael asked as he shoved his hand down the front of his mom's dress and groped one of her full D-cup breasts.