Dinner With Our Parents

After giving my mom and stepdad a hug, my mom gave Jason a hug too then we all went inside the house with Nathan and Sebastian following behind. As we made our way inside, I couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and happiness. It had been so long since we were all together like this.

My mom and I had so much to talk about, catching up on all the little details of each other's lives. I guess my step brothers had a lot to talk about with dad, as they quickly disappeared into the living room to chat. My mom and I went to her bedroom to catch up, the smell of her perfume filling the air.

She asked me how I was doing and if the guys hadn't given me a hard time. I reassured her that they were amazing, that it felt like we had been a family our whole lives. "It's not like we don't stay together every day, right?" I said with a laugh.

I also asked about her vacation with my dad and she told me all about it. The resorts, the islands they visited, the adventures they had together. She sighed wistfully, mentioning how she didn't want to come back so soon, but my dad had some business to attend to. "He's thinking about retiring and giving you and the brothers a chance at the company," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

My eyes widened in shock. The company had always been my his pride and joy, something he had built from the ground up. The thought of taking over such a responsibility was both exhilarating and terrifying. "Are you serious?" I asked, unable to contain my surprise.

My mom nodded, a smile playing on her lips. "Your dad thinks it's time for a new generation to take the reins. He wants to spend more time with us and focus on other things. And he believes in you, sweetheart. He believes you can do great things."

I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at my his faith in me. It was a daunting task, but one that I was willing to take on. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but with the support of my family, I felt like I could conquer the world.

My mom and I shared stories, laughter, and even a few tears. It was a rare moment of connection, a chance to truly bond with the woman who had raised me and shaped me into the person I was today.

And in that moment, I realized just how lucky I was to have such an amazing family. A family that loved and supported me, no matter what challenges lay ahead.


Dinner at a high-end restaurant was a rare occasion for my family. With our parents always traveling and conflicting commitments, it was a treat to have all six of us gathered around a round table, ready to enjoy a decadent meal together. I decided to dress up for the occasion, choosing a sleek and sexy little number that hugged my curves in all the right places.

As we settled into our seats, the conversation flowed effortlessly. We caught up on each other's lives, sharing stories and laughter as we perused the menu. It felt like old times, when family dinners were a regular occurrence and not just a special event.

I found myself seated next to Jason, And as we chatted, I felt his hand brush against my thigh, sending a jolt of excitement through me. I tried to ignore it, focusing on the conversation at hand, but his touch lingered, moving higher and higher until it reached the bare skin of my inner thigh.

I shot him a warning look, but he just grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. I knew he was doing it on purpose, testing my limits. The thrill of the forbidden only added to the tension between us, making my heart race in anticipation of what might come next.

Suddenly, his hand slipped under the tablecloth, sliding further up my leg until it reached the apex of my thighs. I gasped, feeling the heat of his touch against my skin. I was acutely aware of our parents sitting across from us, oblivious to the illicit game we were playing under the cover of the table.

I tried to focus on the conversation, on the food in front of me, but Jason's fingers were relentless, teasing and tantalizing me with each subtle caress. I could feel the flush of desire spreading through me, mingling with the thrill of being caught in such a compromising position.

Just as I thought I couldn't take it anymore, Jason's fingers dipped lower, grazing the damp heat between my legs. I stifled a moan, biting my lip to keep from giving away our secret. His touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me as I struggled to maintain my composure.

But just as quickly as it had started, Jason withdrew his hand, a smug smile on his face. I shot him a glare, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire. He leaned in close, his voice a low whisper in my ear.

"Just a little taste of what could be," he murmured, before turning his attention back to the conversation at hand as if nothing had happened.

Jason then excused himself from the table, his dark eyes locking with mine before he disappeared from view. I watched him go, my heart racing with anticipation. When a few seconds had passed, I casually excused myself, using the excuse of needing to freshen up to follow him. I made my way to the gents restroom. I pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside, my eyes scanning the room until they landed on Jason standing near the sinks, a sly grin playing on his lips.

Without saying a word, he locked the door behind us. He crossed the room in quick strides and pulled me into his arms. I gasped in surprise as he effortlessly lifted me onto the cold washing basin. His hands pushing my dress back and his lips crashing onto mine. I could feel the heat between us, the desire building with each passing second.

With a sense of urgency, Jason began to pull his pants down, his movements quick and efficient. I could hardly contain my excitement as he positioned himself between my legs, his eyes burning with need. And then, in one smooth motion, he entered me, filling me completely.

I bit my lip to muffle my moans as he moved inside me, his pace increasing with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure building to dizzying heights. I clung to him desperately, lost in the moment as he fucked me harder and faster.

Just as I felt myself about to reach the peak of pleasure, the sound of someone trying to open the bathroom door startled us. We froze, our eyes meeting in panic as we realized we were about to be caught in the act.
Jason cursed under his breath, his movements becoming more frantic as he tried to finish quickly.

As the knocking grew louder, I scrambled to hide in one of the stalls, my heart pounding in my chest. I heard Jason open the door just as the lock gave way, and I held my breath, praying that we wouldn't be caught.

I listened as Jason apologized to the unsuspecting stranger, his voice calm and collected. I had to bite my lip to stop from laughing at the absurdity of the situation. Once the coast was clear, I cautiously left the stall, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

I made my way back to our table, my heart still racing from the excitement of our encounter. Jason joined a few moments later, his expression unreadable. We exchanged a knowing look, the unspoken connection between us stronger than ever.

But as he sat down beside me, his hand brushing against mine, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth flood through me. The memory of our forbidden tryst in the bathroom only served to fuel the flames of desire between us.

I could see Nathan looking at us suspiciously. I tried to act nonchalant, pretending that nothing out of the ordinary had occurred during our brief absence.

As the evening wore on and our family chattered happily around us, I found myself lost in a haze of emotions. The thrill of our bathroom encounter mingled with the undeniable attraction I felt for Jason, creating a heady mix of longing and anticipation.