Once everyone caught their breath and simmered down, Dorothy--still sitting on her son's cock--looked to her happy son, and then to her blushing husband.
"We have a lot to discuss."
She trembled upon getting out those words.
At the dining table, semen dwelled beneath; ejected from when Dorothy's husband, Micah, shot his heftiest load under the table.
Unexpectedly, the man had found the sight of his wife bouncing on his son's cock much too erotic. He still does. The way she continued sitting, trembling on their son's throbbing tool was getting him hard again. So hard. Almost too hard.
Catching sight of the lustful look in his father's eyes, the beaming Arthur did so even better.
'Things couldn't have turned out better,' he thought.
He cupped a hand over his mother's breast, making her whimper.
"Yeah, Mom. We do have a lot to discuss."
"Arthur!" she whisper-yelled, wildly nervous and aroused.
Getting close to Dorothy's ear, letting her feel his breath on her neck, Arthur softly said,
"But why don't we leave the discussion for later?"
"Um..."
It was hard, overcoming the craving; the yearning for her son to jackhammer her pussy again. But Dorothy conjured great willpower, moving up and rising off his erect member.
Her body convulsed while she let out an "Ooh", placing her arms on the table and slightly leaning forward, giving Arthur the view of semen dripping out of her cunt.
Arthur groaned in disappointment, already missing those warm folds of his fat-ass mother.
"Family!" Dorothy shouted, prompting Arthur to perk up, and Micah to come out of his daze, looking her in the eyes with shock.
Slowly parting her lips, the mature lady had to ask,
"What kind of family are we? We all enjoyed indulging in that incestuous... behavior, so what does all this mean for us going forward?"
Her gaze softened as she truly focused on her husband.
"Talk to me, Micah. How did seeing our son... have his way with me make you feel?"
Briefly, the man smiled a nervous smile before swallowing saliva.
"Ah, but see, here's the thing, Dorothy."
Micah's voice retained that sophisticated eloquence of his.
"I do believe you're already aware of how I felt... and with a great degree of certainty, I reckon."
Dorothy nodded.
"Maybe. But I want to hear it from you. Please, honey, open up to me."
Micah inhaled... then exhaled.
"Truthfully, it aroused me, brought forth much more lust than I can recollect. There was shame, a feeling of embarrassment within, but it was only directed at that feeling of arousal from seeing you fuck our son, he madly fuck you," He paused, his eyes landing on Arthur's,
"hard; orgasming faster and harder than I ever made you."
Micah's son gave him a smirk that made him instinctively avoid eye contact.
His wife noticed, narrowing her eyes, biting down on her lower lip; all the while feeling her sexual desire build.
"This new side of you," Micah began in a whisper,
"where'd it come from, Dad?"
"Well, Son, um..."
Becoming a tad too excited, the nineteen-year-old grinned.
"Have you always been a cuck?"
Dorothy felt a rush of excitement at those words, whereas her husband cast his eyes downward; breathing out to appear equal parts pensive and relaxed.
"I suppose, since marrying your mother, the idea's--for reasons unknown to myself--occasionally been at the forefront of my mind."
Arthur, calm still, tried to speak but the words didn't come tumbling out as he wanted them to - a consequence of him not knowing what to say.
"Dad..."
Dorothy couldn't help but feel weak. Sad. Most of all, disappointed in no one but herself.
"Oh, Micah, why didn't you say anything?"
He clicked his tongue.
"So, you see, honey, I wasn't sure your opinion of me would remain the same. In fact, I strongly believed that you'd have henceforth regarded me as... pathetic."
Locking eyes with her, he sincerely said,
"And you know, you've been knowing since we first began dating, just how much I value your opinion of me."
Casually, Dorothy walked right, veering 'round the table to go direct behind her seated husband. With an almost tired look, the woman leaned forward, angling herself a tad downward while wrapping her arms around his neck - a powerful act of affection on Dorothy's part.
"Now that I really think about it, Micah, a strong reason for you not opening up to me, for me not even making the least bit of effort to truly talk to you, figure out how you're doing these days: is because I was selfish, and forgot..."
Feeling an ache in her heart, she exhaled, tears in her eyes.
"I forgot to love you."
Both Arthur and Micah perked up.
"D-Doro-"
"Shh," she whispered, softly sniffling right after; withholding her tears.
"I realize I was sort of a bitch, getting caught up in how boring being a housewife's been, and dwelling too much on it. It was my fault for not focusing on how good we had it, how we're a family who loves each other - with very few problems. I'm so sorry for not trying hard enough. For-"
"Doroth-"
"Please, let me finish, honey."
She scrunched up her face, steeling her resolve. However, the trace of dismay on her countenance gave strong reason to believe that she was still very much saddened; furious at herself.
"I'll do better. I promise. Again, so-"
Dorothy felt her husband give her arm a tender squeeze, seeing his head tilted upward, and a fond smile tugging at his lips.
"Hey, it's fine, darling. You're human, same as myself, our son, and billions of others. You have moments and sentiments that will--whether you like them or not--float to the surface; efforts to ignore or rein them in often proving to be a maddening futility. However..."
There was a sort of connection between the husband and wife. One that allowed Dorothy to know just what Micah was getting at; what his next words were to be.
Parting her lips, she said,
"Those can be overcome with love." She looked to her son, seeing that he was smiling, deeply touched.
And of course, Dorothy found his smile infectious; shining a wholesome grin that warmed the men's hearts.
"A lot," Arthur said, winking at his father.
"So much," Michah voiced, caressing his wife's arm.
He gave her a nod, and she nodded back, feeling a warmth in her chest. Somehow beaming further, she told them both,
"Can be overcome with our familial bond."
Beholding a familiar gaze in her husband's eyes, Dorothy brought her head down and pressed her lips to his.
"And," Arthur started, seeing his parents break their kiss which was only of true love,
"seeing as how we've found out about a new sexual development, why don't we use it to further strengthen that bond?"
His mother seemed excited, asking,
"What do you have in mind, Son?"
Before Arthur could respond, Micah gleefully declared,
"For now, like clockwork, at breakfast and dinner, you two will be fucking like rabbits; on the chairs, table, and even against the counter."
"And you'll be watching," Arthur said with a smirk.
"And orgasming alongside us," Dorothy sensually got out.
