Ella dropped to her knees and crawled under the table. If Eddie hadn’t had that intoxicating dick, there would have been an Ella-shaped hole in the door. But he did. And she couldn’t pass up on one more round with it. When she got close, she could smell the sex on him. Their combined cum was pungent and overpowering. He was soft now but still much longer than she would have thought possible. His penis hung off the front his seat, its many veins forming little ridges. She reached out and touched it. Electricity moved through her fingers. In no time at all, she was nursing it back to life with her mouth.
“You under-salted the broccoli, Mom.” Eddie was still munching away.
“I’m sorry, Eddie. Would you like me to get the salt?” Lindsey pushed her chair back and headed into the kitchen without being asked. When she returned, her son had his head leaned back and his eyes closed. Lindsey didn’t think Ella would need much training from Debra based on her son’s reaction. But no one had asked Lindsey what she thought. She sprinkled salt on his food, sat in her seat, and continued her dinner.
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