Chapter 9: What a weird breakfast!!
He sat down at the table, yawning widely. "So, how's school going?"
Ethan took a seat opposite his dad, his mind racing with the recent events. "It's fine," he said, his voice a little too casual. "Just the usual."
Mrs. Willow set a plate of eggs and bacon in front of him, her hand shaking slightly. "Eat up, Ethan," she said, her voice a little too bright. "You know how important breakfast is."
Ethan couldn't help but smirk at the unintended double entendre. He watched as his dad tucked into his meal, oblivious to the fact that just moments before, his mother's pussy had been clenching around his cock. The juices from her pussy were still smeared on his shaft, and he felt a thrill of excitement at the secret they shared.
"So," Mr. Willow said, wiping his mouth with a napkin, "I've got that big meeting today."
Mrs. Willow sat down next to Ethan, her thigh brushing against his. "You'll do great," she said, her voice a little too enthusiastic. She was trying to keep her own thoughts from straying, but it was difficult. The feel of her son's cock inside her was still fresh, and she could feel her pussy throbbing in anticipation of their next encounter.
"Yeah, I hope so," Mr. Willow said, his eyes drifting to the clock. "I've got a lot riding on this deal."
"Well, you know what they say," Ethan quipped, his eyes on his mother's breasts, "You've got to break a few eggs to make an omelet."
Mrs. Willow's cheeks went crimson at his innuendo, and she smacked his arm lightly. "Ethan!" she scolded, her eyes wide.