Just as Jon was fingering his wishing stone and wondering what else he could wish for, his father walked into the room. Not a fantasy father mind you (although what that would look like, Jon didn't know) but his regular old father. The older man looked at Jon sitting at the table, then at Linda who was kissing the neck of the boy and rubbing her hands all over his body.
He did not look pleased.
"Linda!" Jon's father bellowed. He went from completely calm to fully enraged in a matter of seconds. His face turned red, a vein pumped out the side of his temple. "What the hell do you think you're doing!"
"Now dear, maybe we should just calm down," Linda spoke meekly, not trying to anger her husband any further.
"Calm down? Calm down?! After what I walked in on???"
Linda's eyes hit the floor. A look of shame crossed her face. Jon felt terrible to be the cause of this sexified woman's troubles, even it she was his mother.
"Richard, honey..."
"Don't you honey me, you little hussy. I work hard all day to provide for this family and what is my reward? To walk in on this? You teasing the boy? Kissing his neck? FONDLING him?"
"Yes, but..."
"No buts! I will not have a hussy like you walking around teasing! You get under that table right now and get his cock in your mouth like a good slut!"
"Yes dear," was all Jon heard as she dropped do her knees, crawled under the table and began to suck him off. A smile of satisfaction crossed his father's face, which began to return to it's normal hue.
"Jon, I'm sorry you had to see that," he said, although Jon was beginning to tune him out due to the excellent attention his penis was receiving, "we normally don't like to fight in front of you." Linda's tongue twirled in her mouth and she gently massaged his balls with a free hand. "I hope you know that even if we fight," she sucked a little harder, bringing him close to climax, "that we still love you."
"Oh yeah!" Jon agreed, as for the second time that morning his orgasm topped any he'd had in his whole short life.
