They spread out on the sofas again. Leon sat in the center of the large one, pulling Lauren down beside him at first, then guiding her to settle on his lap. She did so without hesitation, her body pressing against him, the bunny ears flopping slightly as she adjusted to get comfortable. The movement made her breasts bounce, one still completely bare, the other with the ribbon tie loose but holding for now.
The other boys took their places quickly.
Jack and Sam claimed the loveseat to the side, stretching out with their feet on the coffee table. Steve dropped into the armchair. They opened the boxes, and the smell of hot cheese and pepperoni filled the room.
Ryan stood near the edge of the living room, feeling more out of place than ever in his own house. His face burned hot, heart heavy with that familiar mix of shame and helplessness.
Lauren stood up graceful after a moment to serve, moving around the room to hand out napkins, extra slices, and drinks.
She bent over each boy to place things on the table in front of them, her breasts swaying freely with the motion.
Jack took a slice and reached out casual, groping one breast as she leaned close. "Thanks, neighborhood milf. This pizza looks almost as good as you."
Lauren giggled soft, not pulling away. "You're welcome. Eat up, there's plenty."
Sam pulled the other ribbon sticking on her nipple casually and pinched the nipple light when she served him next. "Best service I've ever had at a party."
Steve massaged her ass as she passed, fingers digging in gentle.
Lauren just giggled again and kept serving, talking to them about the pizza toppings or asking if they wanted more soda, like their hands weren't all over her body the whole time.
Ryan watched it all from the side, stomach twisting tighter with every touch
After a while Lauren came over to him, holding a slice on a plate with a warm, familiar smile that used to make Ryan feel safe when he was little.
"Here, honey. Eat something. You look like you need it."
She bent a little to hand it to him, breasts hanging close, the bare nipple inches from his face, hard and pink in the living room light.
Ryan's face was already red from everything he had seen. The heat in his cheeks felt like it would never go away. He took the plate quick, avoiding her eyes, fingers brushing hers for a second.
Lauren tilted her head, concerned motherly expression on her face. "Ryan, what happened? Your face is so red. Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm good…"Ryan mumbled, voice low and rough.
He couldn't tell her the truth, that watching her naked body serve his friends, letting them touch her freely, giggling at their gropes like it was a game, was tearing him apart inside.
His chest felt like it had a heavy weight on it, every breath hard. The mom who used to make him pancakes and hug him when he was sad was gone, replaced by this version who loved showing off for Leon and his friends.
Lauren smiled warm and patted his cheek soft before going back to the others, hips swaying, tail wiggling.
"Neighborhood milf!" Steve called from the couch.
Lauren turned immediate, smiling bright. "Coming!"
Steve grabbed her hand gentle and pulled her down to kneel in front of him on the soft carpet.
Steve pulled down his pants quickly, his cock springing out hard and ready, already throbbing from the earlier teasing.
It slapped lightly against Lauren's lips as she knelt close in front of him, the warm skin brushing her soft mouth for a moment.
Ryan's legs almost gave out. His stomach twisted hard, like someone had punched him in the gut.
Lauren looked at it without surprise, then up at Steve with calm, waiting eyes, her expression patient and obedient.
Leon, Sam, and Jack watched with clear excitement, leaning forward a little in their seats, grins spreading across their faces as they realized what was coming.
Steve reached for a ketchup bottle from the coffee table, holding it up with a playful shake.
Everyone looked confused for a second, eyebrows raised, wondering what he planned.
Steve squeezed a little ketchup onto the head of his cock, the red sauce dripping slow and thick down the shaft.
Leon laughed low, amused. "Creative. I like it."
Steve looked down at Lauren. "Go on. Have a taste."
Lauren leaned in without hesitation and licked the ketchup off the head slow, her tongue flat and deliberate, swirling around to clean every bit.
She leaned back slightly, tasting it in her mouth, eyes half-closed as if savoring the flavor. "It's tasty…"
Steve grinned wide, voice rough with arousal. "Then it's all yours."
Lauren leaned in again, tongue licking the head clean first, then trailing down the shaft in long, careful strokes, then lower to the balls, cleaning every drop with gentle laps.
Steve dropped small amounts of ketchup as she went, guiding her with little squeezes, making sure she had plenty to lick.
Jack laughed, leaning back. "Didn't know you were into this stuff, man. That's wild."
Steve groaned soft, hips shifting a little. "Look at her. She likes it too much. Gobbling my cock like she's starving for it."
Lauren sucked deeper now, taking him fully into her throat, lips stretched around the base. Her hand slipped between her own thighs, rubbing her clit through the thin thong, clearly aroused from the act, her body moving with soft little shifts.
Ryan watched in complete despair, the pizza slice forgotten in his hand. His stomach twisted like it was being wrung out, heart dropping heavy in his chest by watching his mother on her knees licking ketchup off Steve's cock and she's touching herself.
Lauren's head bobbed steady, moans muffled around the shaft, soft vibrations that made Steve groan louder.
Steve's cock twitched visibly. He grabbed her head gentle but firm and thrust deep a few times, hips rolling. At the last thrust he held her there, buried completely, releasing down her throat in thick pulses.
Lauren swallowed all of it, throat working smooth and steady around him, taking every drop without spilling.
When Steve finally let go of her head, Lauren pulled back slowly, gasping for air as her chest rose and fell in quick breaths. Thick strands of cum dripped from her swollen lips down to her chin, glistening in the living room light, some landing on her bare breasts below.
She wiped the mess with one finger in a slow, deliberate motion, gathering the white drops, then brought it to her mouth and licked it clean, eyes dreamy and half-lidded as if savoring the taste.
Then she leaned in once more to lick his cock spotless, her tongue careful and thorough, tracing every inch until nothing remained.
Steve sighed deep and satisfied, leaning back against the couch. "I have to say, she got some best sucking technique ever."
Leon looked proud, arms crossed as he watched her work. "I trained her well. She's perfect at this."
Jack clapped slow, still grinning. "Your ketchup idea was genius. I Gotta remember that one."
Leon picked up a soda can from the table, shaking it a little with a knowing smirk. "This is nothing. I got a better idea."
Everyone looked curious, leaning in a bit.
Ryan felt his stomach twist into a tight knot at Leon's words, the casual smirk on his face making it worse. The phrase "better idea" echoed in his mind, and he couldn't help wondering what new, twisted plan Leon had come up with this time.
He knew Leon's creativity all too well, every "idea" found a fresh way to degrade his mom further, turning her into something Ryan barely recognized, all while Leon acted like it was just harmless fun. The thought alone made Ryan's chest ache with a dull, heavy pain, as if his heart was slowly being squeezed.
Lauren still knelt there, licking Steve clean with soft, gentle strokes of her tongue.
Leon patted the seat next to him. "Neighborhood milf, you must be thirsty. Come here."
To be continued…
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