Katherine sat at her kitchen table and tried to swallow but couldn't. The sound she made as she tried to coax some saliva out of her mouth was a comically loud gulp. Running her tongue against the roof of her mouth, it scraped dryly against the soft flesh. She tried to breathe and her lungs burned. Tears stung the corners of her eyes as Samantha reached across the table and pressed the white arrow that served as the "play" button on her smartphone.
"Let's watch it again."
"No Sam don't"
But it was too late and the figures frozen in time on Samantha's phone were moving again. The wet slap of flesh on flesh began at a steady rhythmic pace. Michael's deep grunts kept pace with each thrust. In the video, the two of them were clearly shown. Katherine could see her stomach quivering and swinging under the force of each thrust. When she pushed back against him, her breasts began swinging in time with the ripples that ran through the cellulite on her thighs and belly.
Then came the telltale grunt from Katherine, in the video. She watched herself squirm and listened to herself whine and whimper as both the Katherine in the video and the Katherine sitting at her kitchen table knew what was coming next.
"Please Sam can you"
But the video just kept on playing. There was the pained squeal from Katherine as her orgasm hit and her bladder gave up. She squinted and turned her head, but kept watching as he had every time the video played over the past ten minutes. The sound of piss hitting the floor was unmistakable. The shine of it as it ran down her and Michael's legs could not be confused with anything else.
"No way mom, that's the best part."
Katherine didn't respond, just sank lower in her chair like a scolded child. Her stomach was cold and her face was hot. The shame knifing through her was sharper than any she could remember.
"See, without that last part, this is just another sad, middle-aged woman getting bent over by some hot, young college guy. You can find that everywhere on the internet."
"Please Sam, you can't."
"But that last part, where you beg him not to make you piss all over yourself right before you do. We can make that go viral."
"Sam, you didn't!"
Sam began walking around the table, tracing a long circle around it's edge. Savoring the power she had over her mother, she intended to drag this out as much as possible, to make this hurt as much as she could.
"I didn't."
Sam just let that hover in the air, the impossible hope that this wasn't as bad as it was.
"I...are, are you going to?"
Katherine hated herself for letting herself hope that Sam might let her off the hook. She knew her daughter and knew that she was just setting herself up for the next hit, but the part of her that wanted this to be over couldn't help but lunge for the light at the end of the tunnel.
"That depends on you mom."
And there it was. Katherine always knew her daughter resented her, maybe even hated her, but not this much. Katherine's shoulders hung and she couldn't meet Samantha's gaze as she asked
"What do I have to do?"
"Something that might be kinda hard since you've never done it."
"What's that Samantha?"
"Be a good mom."
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"Mmm, what smells so good?"
Michael walked in through the front door and his first breath took him back to his childhood. The smell of fried potatoes and savory meat filled the entire house. Tossing his jacket on the couch and setting the bag of snacks and beer he brought back from the store down next to it, he entered the kitchen to see Samantha and Katherine standing in front of a table covered with food.
"Hey you two. Did you guys cook all this?"
A pitcher of strawberry lemonade glowed pink on the kitchen table, catching the light from the windows and shimmering in the middle of the table like a centerpiece. A pile of hamburger buns sat next to a bowl filled with seasoned ground beef. On the other side of the bowl filled with meat was a plate heaped with home-fries, sparkling with salt and fried to a golden brown everywhere except for the tips which had browned to crispy points.
"Mom did," Samantha said. She was wearing a simple white t-shirt and denim cutoffs. Michael had never once seen her so much as pick a flower, much less any actual yardwork, but she claimed these were her "weekend work clothes."
Michael suspected that she liked the way the t-shirt hung past her shorts and made it look like she wasn't wearing anything at all. Samantha couldn't budge the smile on her face as he looked her up and down, squinting briefly to see if she was actually wearing anything under the t-shirt. In response to his gaze, she did a little curtsey, pulling the hem of her t-shirt up high enough to see that she was.
Katherine was wearing a large t-shirt as well. Normally she walked around the house in her yoga pants and a sports bra but today, just a t-shirt.
"Aww, thanks Kat," Michael said as he pulled back a chair to sit.
"Aren't you going to wash your hands first," Kat said.
Michael stopped with his butt hovering inches above the chair he'd pulled away from the table. He hadn't eaten some of these things since childhood and his brain completely shut off. The smell of fried potatoes followed him all the way to the kitchen where he squirted some dish detergent on his hands and started rubbing them together furiously under the water.
While Michael's back was turned, Katherine turned to her daughter with pleading eyes and desperately mouthed the word, "Please." Samantha gave her a cruel sneer and shook her head "no."
Michael was walking back to the kitchen table, flicking his hands dry and spraying little droplets of water when he asked what they were talking about.
"What's going on with you two?"
"Why would anything be going on," Sam shot back with a playful smile.
Michael sat back down at the table and started piling up his plate, but with a little less enthusiasm. He was pretty good at this, Sam thought. The surprise of the food covered up the surprise of seeing her and her mom together, but Michael wasn't stupid and he would keep asking questions.
Samantha gave her mom a pat on the ass as she sat down across from Michael and started putting food on her own plate.
"You guys didn't eat already?"
"This isn't a dorm Mike," Samantha said as she popped a fry in her mouth. "We all come together as a family at this table."
Mike briefly cocked an eyebrow, but the look of pleasure that washed over his face as he bit down into his sloppy joe wiped away any indication of suspicion. Her mother's attempt to make this normal put his guard up for a moment, but men are simple creatures that can only handle one thought at a time. Once his hands were washed, he couldn't see anything but the food on the table.
Samantha would never admit it but, in the moment, she was impressed at the power food had over men. She used to mockingly call her mother "Susie Homemaker" but watching Mike's eyes roll back in pleasure as he shoved meat down his throat, she felt a grudging respect for her mother's skills. Samantha only knew one way to make a guy make that face.
"Isn't Kat gonna eat," Mike asked as he piled meat onto another bun.
"You know how it is when you cook," Samantha said. "You're usually not hungry for food after spending all that time cooking it."
Michael was halfway through his sloppy joe when he felt hands on his thighs. He took a slow, measured breath, careful not to choke on the wad of meat and bread he was chewing, and slid his plate to the side to look through the glass tabletop at Kat, who was tugging his pants down.
When he looked up at Sam, she was smiling at him with that wicked little smile she had when she was getting away with something. It hadn't changed since she was in pigtails, the only difference was she wasn't sticking her tongue out at him when she did it. He opened his mouth to ask a question, but stopped as his cock flopped out of his sweats.
Sam glanced down at it before it disappeared into her mother's mouth and gave a slight chuckle before turning her eyes back on Mike. She didn't want to give him the pleasure of knowing how wet this was making her, didn't want him to see her staring at it because she couldn't trust her face not to give the game away.
Sam slid her phone across the table to Mike and pushed play. She kept her eyes on the bridge of Mike's nose, it took all she had not to look at her mother's head moving up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. She couldn't let Mike know how badly she wanted to be under the table instead of her mom. When Kat started moaning softly and the slurping, smacking sounds she was making grew nearly as loud as the sounds of Mike's thighs slapping against her ass, Sam took another bite from her own sloppy joe to give her face something to do.
Mike's chest went up and down as he struggled to keep his voice down, groaning and grunting softly while Katherine slid her tongue along the underside of his cock. Under the table, Samantha's toes touched her mothers and, without thinking, she placed her foot on her mother's back. Katherine's back was still damp from the shower she took before she cooked. Damp strands of her hair tickled Sam's foot as Sam pushed her mother down onto Mike's cock.
"Uuuuh," Mike strained to stay quiet, looking up at the ceiling, trying not to look at Katherine sucking his cock. Once Sam saw he was completely helpless against her mother, she finally spoke.
"You like lunch Mike? Mom really worked hard on it."
"Wha...whut are you doing?"
"I'm watching my Mom suck your cock Mike, keep up," she said with a giggle.
"Why are you making her," Mike said before groaning and gripping the edge of the table. Sam wasn't sure Mike could even hear her when she replied. He stared up at the ceiling and his mouth hung open. His breathing was heavy and hesitant and his chest jumped each time her mother drew her head back. He squeezed his eyes shut and desperately held his breath each time her head moved deeper between his thighs.
Katherine took a loud deep breath while her nose was buried in the thick patch of hair at the base of Mike's cock and Sam was immediately jealous. She pressed down with her foot until her mother gagged and coughed on Mike's cock. This was followed by a loud slurp as Katherine tried to catch all of the drool she'd coughed up.
"Do you know why mom is sucking your cock Mike?"
"Unngh...huh," Mike responded, or maybe it was just sounds he was making. Sam didn't really care, she was enjoying the control she had over the two of them. If neither of them were listening to her, it was almost better. It meant she'd already won.
"Is she sucking it good," Sam asked. Mike didn't respond, only hissed from deep in his throat while staring at the ceiling. Katherine was moaning softly, making mousy little squeaks every time Sam mentioned her. Sam could smell the both of them from her side of the table and eased a hand between her legs.
She could feel the heat of her pussy from her thighs but the wetness in the front of her shorts was a surprise. She had no idea she was this wet. When she unbuttoned her denim shorts and the zipper slid down, the heat throbbing between her legs increased. When she touched the soggy cotton of her underwear that was clinging to her pussy, she whimpered softly and used her foot to push Kat all the way down on Mike's cock.
