The living room was cozy, filled with the familiar scent of burning firewood and the soft hum of conversation. The mother, a tall and skinny woman in her late 50s, lounged on the couch with a glass of wine in hand. She playfully insulted her son, a strapping young man in his late 20s.
"You're such a late bloomer, dear," she said, a wicked glint in her eye. "Still a virgin in certain matters, I see."
The son rolled his eyes, used to his mother's unconventional ways. "Mom, please. Not here."
The father entered the room, a puzzled look on his face. "What's going on here?"
The mother didn't waste any time. "I was just telling your son that I'd like him to assfuck me in front of you, dear."
The father's eyes widened, but the mother continued, undeterred. "I enjoy a bit of dirty analysis sex, you see. And there's something about having my shit packed by his cock that I just can't resist."
The son hesitated, but the mother persisted. "Come on, dear. It'll be a bonding experience for the family. Don't be such a prude."
The father, although taken aback, began to warm up to the idea. "Have you ever tried it before, son?"
The son shook his head. "No, I haven't."
The mother insisted. "Well, there's no time like the present. It's all about technique, dear. You have to pack my shit slowly and carefully, making sure to hit all the right spots."
The father watched in amazement as the son followed his mother's instructions. He couldn't help but feel a mix of shock and arousal.
The mother moaned in pleasure, praising her son for his technique. "Oh, that's it, dear. You're a natural."
The father, feeling left out, asked if he could "clean that filthy cock" as soon as it popped out of the mother's butthole. The mother agreed, and the father eagerly awaited his turn.
The son finished, and the father quickly took his place. He began to clean the son's cock, marveling at the "unconventional" family activity they just engaged in.
The mother praised both her son and her husband, claiming that this was the "best family gathering" they've ever had.
The chapter ended with the family cuddling on the couch, already planning their next "unconventional" activity.
"What should we do next time, dear?" the mother asked, a playful smile on her face.
The father and son exchanged a glance, both knowing that whatever the mother had in mind, it would be anything but ordinary.
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