All in the family guy Vol 1 [Updated]

Every day when he didn't have to work late, Chris would plop down on the couch around 7:30 to watch his favorite show and unwind from his day. Lois, being the ever watchful woman she was, noticed this pattern and decided to take advantage. 

A few years ago, Lois decided to take up yoga. It was always a thing in her mom groups and she thought she would look good in those pants. Inspired by one of Peter’s ever present ‘My wife is old’ jokes, Lois decided to pick up the hobby because it was easy, cheap, and a great way to stay in shape. This never was meant to snare Chris but the little pervert made it clear it was a way to go. Any time she wore them, her son couldn’t take his eyes off them and would only look away when Lois looked at him. 

After a few test runs, she decided to spring her trap. One night, as Chris got comfortable for his show, Lois strolled out in her yoga pants and a tank top with a yoga mat tucked under her arm. The fabric looked like a second skin as it hugged her thighs and butt.    

"Hi Chris! Would you mind if I do my yoga here while you're watching your show?" She asked while already unfurling her mat.

 "Oh no, go ahead. I think it's a rerun tonight anyway." He responded while his eyes attached themselves to Lois’ curves.

 "Thanks, sweetie. I'll still keep it quiet." Lois said as she turned to face him. His eyes snapped up to meet hers but the image of Lois' outlined lips showing through the tight lycra fabric was etched into Chris' memory. Turning back around, Lois leaned down and pulled the mat back towards the couch.

While moving into first position, Chris' eyes darted over to Lois as he tried to steal any glance of her body he could. Even if he was trying to pay attention to his show, Lois was doing everything to draw eyes to herself. Each stretch and change of position was long and drawn out, occasionally accompanied with a moan or groan or maybe a thinly veiled and barely whispered, “Mmm, sooo good.” Despite his best efforts, she occasionally caught her eldest son peeping and hastily looking away once caught. As the credits of the show rolled, Lois ended her display, with a kiss to his cheek. 

Each session ended with both Chris and Lois parting ways both sweaty and frustrated

Eventually, after multiple failed attempts, fate decided to speed things along. 

Two weeks into her attempts, while Lois transitioned from one pose to another, Lois lost her balance and landed right in her son’s lap. It was clear her son was fit to burst from her floor show. “Oh my god, its like a fucking intertube!” excitedly thought the temptress. “Oh, I’m sorry, honey. Mommy just lost her balance. Are you okay?” Lois’ asked with false concern. Chris nodded quickly and moved his hands to Lois’ waist to help her up only to feel his mother push back against him.Sucking air in through her teeth, the milf started to roll her hips in small circles. 

Lois couldn’t wait any longer. Big Red couldn’t be held off any more and Lois was sick of holding her back. A shiver rolled up her body as she bit her lower lip. A low moan escaped Lois’ mouth and finally broke Chris’ concentration. Lois forced a kiss onto him and wrapped an arm around his neck. Chris got a taste of the night’s drinks while his tongue wrestled and fought with hers. His control and resistance finally gave way. His hands moved up and under her sports bra, eagerly and clumsily groped at Lois’ breasts. Lois growled low as she broke the kiss and took a breath through clenched teeth.  

“Get your fucking cock out, Chris.” Lois commanded as she moved away. Chris obeyed without hesitation. Her eyes watched as it sprung out like it was excited to be there. Lois retook her seat upon her throne and pressed her lycra clad rump against the monster cock. Chris’ member felt right at home nestled between Lois’ cheeks. She was quickly getting lost in the feeling herself, moaning openly with little concern of being heard while drips of precum splashed on her lower back like candle wax. 

A gasp slipped from her lips when her concentration was broken by the sensation of a hand forcing itself into her yoga pants. Chris’ thick fingers quickly confirmed his mother’s lack of panties, which was followed quickly by his discovery of her clit. 

“Dirty boy…” groaned Lois while grinding faster and pushing harder against his member. Her rolling was met with fast small circles being drawn on her button. Their bodies moved almost in sync with Chris' finger movements mirroring his mother's energy and aggression.
 

Heavy panting from both drowned out Chris’ tv show, neither really giving any mind to the world around them and only focusing on the taboo affair. 

“Mom...I’m almost there...I’m gonna cum.” Chris announced, trying to keep his voice down. 

“Oh god, Chris! Do it, Cum on me and I’ll let you fuck me right here on the couch!” Lois responded back loudly with no hint of shame in her actions. 

Suddenly, a crash from outside and loud music cuts through the passion.

 “Lois! I’m home!” A drunk Peter calls out as he stumbles from the smashed up car. 

The two separated quickly and Lois said in a panicked hush, “Shit! Ya father’s home! Get upstairs and...put that away!” Lois darts outside as Chris hurries upstairs, not thinking to put his cock away while vanishing into his room.