Spy family dinner

\[fm, incest, castration, spycraft, gay, mom and son\]

Joan was doing the last preparations for the dinner. She was wearing a comfy cotton floral house dress, with puffy sleeves and buttoned front. In addition to that she had a short, white apron. Joan looked like a traditional houswife, but in reality she was a widow.

When the door bell rung, a tiny camera, almost invisible to the eye, transmitted the image of two visitors at the door to a small screen, implanted into one of the wall panels. To an outsider this device would look very much out of place inside the slightly old-fashioned kitchen.

Joan knew very well who the two visitors were. One of them was her son Luke, the other one was his husband, Gavin. Joan's face didn't express any emotion. With a press of a tiny button the screen rotated into the wall, leaving no gaps.

Joan walked to the door. Before opening it, she put a big smile on her face.

"Luke!" Joan cheerfully exclaimed.

She hugged her son. Luke had an athletic body, he had inherited his handsome manlyness, a square jaw, dark eyes and black hair from his father. Joan wrapped her hands around Luke, feeling his carved arm muscles through his shirt.

"And you must be Gavin! Luke showed me the pictures from your honeymoon. I still haven't fully forgiven, I found out so late that you two were getting married."

"Oh, you know, it was a love from first sight..."

"She's kidding," Luke said. "She's not actually angry."

"Of course I am not," Joan hugged Gavin. "Come on both in."

Gavin too was quite athletic, just a bit thinner than his husband. Unlike Luke, he didn't seem to be entirely comfortable with Joan's warm embrace. Her ample bust pressed on Gavin's chest. Gavin's hair was blonde, he was wearing glasses.

"We are having a roasted duck for you, my handsome boys!" Joan declared after they were in the living room.

"Excellent!"

"So, Luke, you grew up in this house? You told me you'll show your old room." Gavin asked.

"Go on, boys, take a look at the house," Joan said with a smile. "I will finish preparing the table."

When they left, Joan quickly put the cutlery on the table, and walked into the kitchen. She pressed a little button under the kitchen counter. A wall panel silently rotated and a screen appeared in its place. Joan cycled through different secret cameras, installed around the house.

Luke's old room remained untouched since he moved out for college. There was his old bed, the posters of rock bands on the walls. Joan was keeping the room in a spotless condition.

On the screen, both men were already kissing. Their hands were on each others asses. Joan couldn't wait to see what "the boys" had planned to do next in Luke's old room. She expected Gavin to suck Luke's cock.

Joan gasped. It appeared that it wasn't her son, who would have his dick sucked. Gavin unzipped his pants and got his dick and balls out. It was her handsome and manly Luke, who dropped on his knees and took his husband's dick in his mouth. The dick was thick and meaty, already hard, the balls hung low in a sack - virile heavy sperm machines.

Joan liked it even better. She reached under her skirt and moved her panties to the side, and pushed her fingers inside the pussy and started to rub. The sounds coming from the room upstairs was being transmitted by powerful microphones. Luke was emitting glugs and gurgles as he was deepthroated by Gavin. Joan had expected Gavin to be her son's cocksucker, but this arrangement was even hotter.

"Come on, Luke, play with yourself too," she whispered.

As if he had heard, Luke pulled his dick out of his pants and started stroking. Joan pressed a hand on her mouth and rubbed quicker. Gavin pulled his dick out and let Luke suck his nuts. It took only a few seconds until he came all over his hubby's face. Almost simultaneausly Joan came too. A little quick orgasm was exactly what she needed today. The tension was killing her. Luke stroked his own dick and few seconds later shot white ropes of cum on the worn carpet of his room. Afterwards "the boys" kissed. Joan washed her hand in the kitchen sink and continued watching the screen.

"Go, wash your face, hon," Gavin said to her son. "I'll wait here."

Luke went to the bathroom, leaving Gavin alone in the room. Attentively Joan watched his next actions. When Gavin was alone, he pressed something on his watch. He moved around with his hand outstretched, as if scanning the area. Soon it seemed that he had found something near Luke's closet. Gavin opened it and retrieved an action figure of Luke's favourite childhood superhero. It only took him couple of seconds before he unscrewed the figure's head and pulled out a tiny capsule.

"You son of a bitch," Joan muttered.

She had had some suspicions from the very start, but now all her doubt was gone. Joan hid the screen and rushed to bring the roasted duck to the table. A minute later both men returned to the dining room.

"Roasted duck with mashed potatoes for my boys!" Joan declared with a huge smile.

They sat around the table in the living room. The table was round, meant for four people. Joan sat across Luke, so that Gavin was to her left hand, between them both. When the plates were filled, they ate, meanwhile talking about various topics. Somehow the talk turned to work related things.

"So, Gavin, you are interested in tech?" Joan asked. "Microchips and the like?"

"Not at all," Luke replied instead, "Gavin's an accountant."

"Yea, boring as I can be," Gavin added.

Nevertheless Joan noticed, that mention of microchips made him tense a bit. She already didn't have any doubt about Gavin's real field of work. Joan reached her left hand under the table towards Gavin's crotch.

"How's the duck Gavin?" she asked looking him directly in the eye.

Under the tablecloth, Joan's hand nibly unzipped Gavin's pants, reached inside the fly and confidently pulled out his cock and balls. The balls felt as big as she had seen them in the video feed, well warmed up by her son. They bulged on the other side of her clenched fist. Gavin's cock in contrast remained flaccid. Apparently woman's touch wasn't enticing for him at all. Gavin threw his left hand under the table, trying to push Joan's hand away. The woman leaned to Gavin and whispered in his ear.

"Where is the C.H.I.P.?"

Expectedly, Gavin wasn't surprised by the question. Just like Joan, he played a theater of normalcy for Luke.

"The duck is lovely!" Gavin said loudly and then quietly added with a corner of his mouth. "You bitch!"

Luke looked at the comotion with a suspicion.

"What are you two whispering there?"

"Nothing! I am complimenting your mother's duck!"

Gavin bursted out in fake laugh, while under the table Joan was painfully squeezing his testicles.

"Mom is a great cook," Luke said. "You should ask her for the recipe."

"Just ask!" Joan leaned to Gavin again. "Give me the C.H.I.P. or get a recipe for scrambled eggs!" she added quietly.

"How will you explain that to Luke?" Gavin whispered through the teeth.

"I'll find the right words."

Luke meanwhile was chewing his duck and squinting. Something wasn't right about these two. Joan and Gavin both were grinning, staring at each other and not touching their meals. He lifted the tablecloth and finally saw Joan squeezing his husband's balls.

"What the hell!" he shouted out. "Mom? Gavin? What is going on?"

"Don't worry, darling. Your hubby stole something from your room, that's all."

"Don't listen to her," Gavin said. "Ack!"

Joan's thumb was pressing into his balls too painfully. Gavin vinced. This older bitch with her wholesome houswife image was really damaging his nuts and it didn't look like she would stop. Luke wouldn't stop her, Gaving already knew enough about his husband.

"All right, all right, here, you bitch!"

Gavin threw a little plastic capsule on the table. Even Joan hadn't expected that. For a second three pairs of eyes were fixated on it. Suddenly to Gavin and Joan, Luke pulled out a gun, a small silvery metallic pistol.

"Don't move, you two!" Luke exclaimed.

Joan released Gavin's nutsack and put her hands up. Gavin took a breath of relief and with an annoyed expression on his face raised his hands too.

"I know very well what it is! It's the C.H.I.P.!" Luke was agitated. "I will ensure that the C.H.I.P. safely gets into my country's hands!"

"Luke, what are you doing, honey?" Joan innocently asked.

"I am a P.R.O.T.O.C.O.L. agent, mom, just like dad was!"

Joan raised her eyebrow. Luke probably saw something cold in her eyes.

"What were you doing with the C.H.I.P., mom?" he asked.

"Luke, your mother is a C.O.M.P.L.E.X. spy!" Gavin spit out. "Not only that, she married your dad to spy on P.R.O.T.O.C.O.L., and killed him when he wasn't useful anymore!"

Luke, pale in face, pointed the gun at Joan.

"Is that true, mom?"

"Well, the cat's out the bag I suppose," Joan calmly said. "Just to be fair and balanced, I must inform you that Gavin is F.R.A.M.E.W.O.R.K. agent, and had married you only to get closer to the C.H.I.P.!"

Luke was alternately pointing his gun from Joan to Gavin and back.

"Gavin... you..."

"Don't believe this whore!" Gavin yelled.

"Luke believes his mommy, don't you, Luke?"

"Shut up, you both. It all makes sense now," Luke asserted with a grim determination. "You both are enemies of the country! I'm sorry mom, I'll have to kill you. You too, Gavin. It was great knowing you."

"Oh, look at him, a real boyscout!" Gavin shouted. "If only there was a flag in this room for you to salute!"

He wasn't going to give up just like that. Gavin's powerful kick threw the table upwards. An explosion-like thud erupted. The table flipped in the air, the duck flew to the ceiling. The plates and cutlery scattered around the room, porcelain and glass shards rained on the floor. Luke and Joan fell to the ground on different sides of the table, together with their chairs. Gavin didn't waste a second. Unbothered by his freely swinging dick and balls, Gavin kicked Luke's gun away, sending it to the corner of the room. With a punch to the temple Gavin knocked his husband out.

"Consider this a divorce, you P.R.O.T.O.C.O.L. bitch!" he said with a loathing in his voice.

Gavin turned to Joan.

"As for you..."

Joan didn't let him finish the sentence. From her sitting position on the floor she lunged at Gavin with a meat knife in her hand. Wallnut handle provided excellent grip for Joan. The knife was aimed directly at Gavin's bare ballsack. Stainless steel blade thrust just under the tip of Gavin's flaccid cock. Human testicles were no challenge for the knife that was meant to cut tough meats. The blade sliced off the bottom half of Gavin's sack as it was a pair of kiwis.

"Auuugghh," a long high-pitched scream could shatter the glass on windows.

Joan retracted the hand and estimated the condition of her opponent. Gavin dropped on his knees speechless. He was holding his two bottom half-nuts in his open palms, staring at them with surprised eyes, unbelieving what had just happened.

"Poor Gavin," Joan said with a sweet smile. "Don't they teach fencing to the new generation at all? Take comfort in that you're not the first F.R.A.M.E.W.O.R.K. agent who had his balls cut in half by me."

"Ghhhrrh," escaped Gavin's mouth.

The shock was preventing him to form a coherent sentences. His eyes were fixed on cleanly sliced off half-testicles in his hands. Only minutes ago his juicy nuts had been sucked on by Luke, making him cover Luke's face with his hot cum. Now only the top halves of his cum machines were attached to his body. Even the best surgeon wouldn't be able to stitch his testicle bottoms back.

"Hands up, mom!"

Joan turned her head and saw Luke. He was already on his feet. Luke had picked up his pistol again and was holding Joan at gunpoint.

"Throw the knife away!" he ordered.

Joan obeyed, and threw the knife to the side. The blade flipped in the air and embedded into Gavin's chest. The half-castrated man reacted with a hiccup-like sound and froze still.

"Good enough," said Luke. "Gavin was a traitor, his death won't be mourned. As for you, mom... It breaks my heart, but I will have to execute you."

"Wait, Luke," Joan exclaimed. "Before you shoot me..."

She quickly lowered her panties and kicked them away. Then she spread her legs, so that Luke could clearly see her cunt. Joan was sitting on the floor, her skirt bunched up around her waist.

"...please, fuck me, Luke. It's my last wish!"

Luke looked into mother's pleading eyes. Her lip was trembling, her eyes were moist. Joan was so vulnerable at this moment, completely at his mercy.

"Joan... mom... You know I am gay!"

"Still, I beg you! You have already won. Before you put a bullet through my stupid head, let me feel your strong body inside me!"

Luke stared at mom's snatch. It was slightly reddish, surrounded with woolly hair, seemingly sticky. A mess of meat, appeal of which he didn't understand. He hated the idea of touching it with his dick.

"Please..."

A tear run over Joan's cheek. Luke couldn't say no to his mother. He wished they could go back, before time they found out they worked for competing spy agencies.

"Fine, mom. I'll fuck you."

"Thank you!" Joan was smiling through tears, reaching her arms towards her son.

Luke dropped his pants, and crouched towards Joan. He kept holding her at gunpoint, he wasn't that stupid to let the gun go. Joan took his dick in her hands and started rubbing it.

"Come on, become hard for mommy!" she whispered.

Luke tried thinking about sucking Gavin's huge cock. That helped, his dick became harder.

"There you go!" Joan said. "I just want to feel your whole body, my manly Luke!"

She slipped out from her apron's straps and unbuttoned the top of her dress. Luke stared with a despondent promonition. Mommy was going to get her boobs out. Luke didn't care about women's stupid tits. He was starting to regret that he had granted his mom her last wish. And indeed Joan pulled out her boobs, making them hang out through her cleavage, nipples pointing hard.

"Make me happy, Luke! I want your dick inside me! I want your body pressed at my chest!"

Joan kept massaging Lukes dick with both hands, looking in his eyes. Luke sighed and started to pull his shirt over his head. To do that, he had to put his gun on the floor.

Luke lost Joan from sight only for one second, and that was his last mistake. Joan grabbed a piece of cutlery, a fork that was lying on the floor, and mercilessly stabbed her son in the balls. The fork went deep into Luke's testicles, piercing them both. A loud scream escaped his mouth, the sharp pain made him jump up and then curl in fetal position.

For a while Joan observed her son's agony. Luke was holding hands between his legs, clutching the fork. Semi-conscious, he tried to pull it out of his balls. While the fork moved only a tiny distance, the tines still pierced his delicate testicles all the way through, the movement caused enormous pain. Luke was sobbing and whimpering.

Joan crawled closer, lifted her skirt, so that Luke could get a good look at her pussy, and wrapped her legs around Luke's neck. She grabbed the unfortunate fork and yanked it out from son's injured nutsack. Luke let out a crazy scream. Joan was holding him in place with the weight of her body. She waited until Luke's ball pain became more bearable and he calmed down. Keeping his head fixed between her thighs, Joan grabbed son's damaged sack with a hand.

"Mom, please!" Luke pleaded when he had come to senses. "I will do everything, just don't kill me!"

"Mommy has something to say now," Joan said in a strict voice. "Firstly, you wanted to fuck me! As your mom, I am really angry at you!"

The smell of Joan's pussy was getting into Luke's nostrils. The embrace of her thighs felt so soft and warm, but at the same time he knew had no chance to escape from it.

"Secondly, I couldn't ignore the disgust on your face, when you looked at my pussy. As a woman, I hate you for that alone."

Joan's hand started to squeeze his ballsack, the grip was wet and sticky. The content of his sack was leaking out of the holes the fork had left.

"Finally, you fell for a simple honey trap twice. First with Gavin and then with me! As a spy, I am immensely appalled of your incompetency."

"Don't kill me, mommy..." Luke let out a coarse whisper.

Joan squeezed Luke's balls with a deadly grip, pressing her thighs together at the same time. Luke's face became red. In front of his eyes was his mom's pussy, Joan herself was staring with spiteful eyes at him over her soft breasts. The hand around his balls was creating so much pain that his body was basically incapacitated. The world was becoming darker.

"You could get away with the C.H.I.P., Luke. But you're just dumb, honey. Dad's genes."

Still holding Luke down, Joan inserted a finger between her compressed pussy lips and rubbed her clit. With her other hand Joan crushed her son's nuts. The testicles were already pierced at several places, and they gave up quickly. Both orbs in her hand basically liquefied, spilling contents between her fingers.

Luke didn't react, as he was already dead. His neck was compressed almost flat between Joan's strong thighs. A melting feeling filled Joan's body as she came. She screamed of joy. The intensity of her orgasm was hundredfold, compared to the previous one she had felt watching her son suck dick. Killing opposing spies was the most arrousing feeling for Joan. She finally relaxed her body and smiled. She lay for a while, then got up.

Joan's dining room was a mess. She still had to deal with the bodies. Two stupid young men who thought that they could so easily take her out. Joan decided to send the signal to the C.O.M.P.L.E.X., requesting a cleaning crew.