The Luncheon

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As you all settle around the lunch table, Joey introduces you to his father, Henry, and his sister, Selena. Henry is a shout with a healthy figure with a warm smile that immediately puts you at ease. Selena, on the other hand, has an infectious energy, her laughter ringing out as she teases Joey about some childhood prank. Mrs. Linda, ever the gracious hostess, ensures everyone's plates are full and their glasses never empty.

Despite your initial shyness, the conversation flows effortlessly. You find yourself talking about your family, your dreams, and how grateful you are for their hospitality. Joey shares stories of his childhood, each one more endearing than the last. Henry listens intently, occasionally chiming in with his own anecdotes, while Selena keeps the mood light with her playful banter.

Throughout the meal, your eyes can't help but wander to Mrs. Linda. Her presence is magnetic, and you find yourself stealing glances at her beautiful assets, primarily her chest. Each time your gaze lingers, your heart races, and your dick responds involuntarily, growing harder beneath the table. You try to focus on the conversation, but the temptation is too strong.

Mrs. Linda seems to notice your discomfort and offers you a reassuring smile unaware about your physical stiffness, as if she understands your predicament. Her kindness only adds to your arousal, making it even harder to keep your composure. You thank them again for their generosity, hoping they don't notice the bulge in your pants.

As the lunch comes to an end, you feel a mix of relief and regret. The warmth of their company has made you feel like part of the family, but the constant battle between your thoughts and desires has left you exhausted.

As the lunch ends Joey and Selena immediately sneak away to eachother's room,while Henry strolling down to the porch to enjoy his pint of beer after lunch, keeping you and Mrs Linda in solitude.

"Linda, I'll help you out with the dishes"I said while picking up the plates. She hesitated" Jameson you're our guest, you don't have to do it".

I smiled and said "Don't worry Linda,in my home, I always help my mother with the dishes and I'd be grateful if you let me help you out. "

Her jovial face says that she can't let your request down."You had a great upbringing, Jameson...your mother would be proud to have you as her son"as she rests her soft hands on your shoulder.

"No, No Linda, I'm just helping a woman out. Isn't it something every man should you?"

She replies with a despondent look on her beautiful face"I mean....you can see it yourself my husband doesn't help me out with any chores,sometimes I feel that he doesn't even care about me anymore."

For a moment you felt a shiver in your whole body. Although she said it as a complaint of ignorance,the words had an underlying desire of carnality which couldn't be disguised with her dignified character.

"I'll make you mine"...you whisper to yourself as you tag along Linda towards the kitchen.

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