A bimbofied MILF arrives home from the clinic

"Here we go, Trish--Oops, watch the steps!"

Jason stifles a laugh as the ridiculously-buxom MILF trips on the front steps to her own front porch: she's not used to walking around without being able to see anywhere near her feet. But with a little help from Jason's arm, she manages to stay upright (for now).

"Ah! Thank you, dear," she gasps. After steadying herself, Patricia leans in to kiss the boy's cheek--

--But he guides her to his lips instead, and spends a few seconds making out with her. While that wasn't her intention, she's far too spaced-out to realize it's wrong... Even as Jason's tongue flicks past hers, and he caresses a breast through her shirt.

Well, in point of fact it's not really a shirt: none of the clothes she brought came anywhere close to fitting her new chest. Instead, one of the resourceful nurses at Pearson's cut off a hospital gown partway down, forming a makeshift garment (that shows off plenty of underboob).

When Jason finally pulls away, Patricia notices two wet splats against her body: one hits her cleavage as the string of spit connecting her lips to Jason's breaks off, and the other... The other is much lower.

Jason is only wearing a pair of shorts, and so his half-erect cock was leaking all over Patricia's leg the entire time they were kissing. There's more than enough pre-cum to soak through her thin leggings (especially now that they're stretched to bursting around a bigger ass and thicker pair of thighs than they were this morning).

But before the ditzy woman has a chance to focus on the two wet spots, she hears her husband's voice from just inside the front door:

"Oh... Oh my G-God, what--Patricia, w-what--"

"Hey Will," Jason says, guiding his bimbo toy up the steps and towards the door... Only to encounter a problem. "Uh, hey man, can you help me get her through here?"

Sure enough, Patricia's giant rack and ass are just a touch too wide to fit through the door. It would definitely be possible to bring her in sideways, maybe with a little back-and-forth rotation to get each tit through... But Jason has a better idea.

"C'mon, Will. Grab her hands, and I'll push."

Horrified at his wife's transformation yet still hypnotized into complacency by Jason's pheromones, William takes Patricia into his arms and starts pulling. Meanwhile, Jason steps forward... And drops his fly.

Neither husband nor wife see the boy slap his fat member against Patricia's ass, then begin dry-humping her vigorously--Though her booty is less dry by the minute, as he continues pumping out an obscene amount of clear-ish goop. After a moment he aims it lower, fucking her thighs.

"Ah--Just--Slow down, I, uh--I think--" William stammers and tugs helplessly, noticing but not quite comprehending the splurt of pre-cum that flies across his shoes. If it weren't for Patricia's new tits, he'd have a plain view of the fat cock thrusting between her legs. "I don't know why--I think she's through, but--"

"Shut up for a sec," Jason gasps, gripping Patricia's waist tighter to prevent William from pulling her inside. "J-just a moment--I'm--She's almost--Ungh!"

At the last minute, he pulls his hips back and thrusts his cock up the back of her shirt--Just in time to unload. Some of the huge gouts of jizz soak her homemade shirt, while more splurt out the back of her collar. William looks down to see something white and creamy dripping down his wife's neck and into her cleavage--

--And then he sees it up close, as Jason lets go of her waist and she flies forward.

"Aaah!" Patricia screams as she falls onto her husband, easily toppling him to the floor under her (now much heavier) body. While he lies there with a faceful of her sticky tits, she yelps out a half-apology, half-complaint: "I'm sorry, hon--You pulled way too hard!"

"Gmph... S-sorry," William mumbles, as she leans back to let him breathe.

Jason begins to help Patricia up--Then realizes that his cock is still out. Better not let them see... Patricia's not THAT dumb, and I'm not allowed to make things obvious with her. William... Well, he'd probably ignore it, but better not to risk him tipping off the braindead bimbo.

He lets go of her arm, letting her fall back down onto her husband. Then he pauses to slap his sticky member across her ass cheeks a few times, before tucking it away. With that business done, he's finally ready to help out the unhappy couple.

"Here, Trish... Let's get you to your room," he says kindly, holding her a little closer than necessary as she rises to her feet. "Good girl."

"Jason," William says, sitting up and wiping his face. "What... What the hell? What's wrong with her?"

"Relax... She just got out of some pretty serious surgery," Jason replies, placing a hand on Patricia's ass and guiding her towards the stairs. "She needs rest. You can barrage her with questions later."

"I..." The older man immediately folds under Jason's stern gaze. "...Okay."

"Don't worry: I'll watch over her tonight, take care of any, uh, medical stuff," Jason continues, leading Patricia slowly up the steps. "You can sleep on the couch."

"Oh, um... I guess so..." William pauses, then glances around. "Where's Todd?"

"Huh? Oh, right. He got into an accident at the clinic. They'll probably send him home soon."

"Wait, what? Is he okay?" His voice is growing even more worried as he calls up after Jason. "What hap--"

But then the bedroom door slams shut, and William's inconvenient questions are cut off.

"Get settled in, big girl," Jason says, giving Patricia's ass one final squeeze as he helps her into bed. "Maybe I'll get you a couple sleeping pills, so you can really get the rest you need, huh?"

"Aw, thanks," she replies, her breasts getting in the way a bit as she tries to crawl into place and get propped up on some pillows. "You're such a good boy."

Jason's only reply is a grunt: he's already in the en suite bathroom, dumping a few sleeping pills into a cup with one hand... And jerking off with the other. Within two minutes, he's blasting the cup full to the brim with semen.

"Jason?"

"Ungh... C-coming, Trish," he moans, not bothering to put his dick away this time: a quick glance is all it takes to tell that Patricia is already half-asleep. "Here, drink this. Really chug it down."

As he holds the warm cup to her lips, Patricia slurps greedily. The cum pours down her throat, sleeping pills and all--More than enough to knock her out for the night.

"Dumb slut," Jason mutters, climbing into bed with her. There... Finally, I can mount my new toy without fucking up her brain. God, I'm gonna bust so manly loads in every fucking hole she's got--

"...Such a sweet boy," Patricia whispers, as she nods off to sleep. "...Always wanted... 'Nother son..."

"Night, Mommy," Jason replies, throwing off the covers and straddling her chest. "Here, lemme titfuck you to sleep..."

Luckily, the timing works out: Patricia is **** just in time to miss that comment, which might have cracked her fragile mental state right open. She's blissfuly unaware as the boy starts thrusting between her breasts... And soon after, as he coats her smiling face with a thick layer of jizz.

"Fuuuck--Take my load--Stupid whore!"

Jason's shout is muffled, but William can make it out well enough, even from the living room downstairs. He rises to his feet, about to go figure out what the hell is going on up there--

--But Brook steps into the doorframe, blocking his path. She's actually quite modestly dressed by e-thot standards, wearing an oversized pajama shirt that comes down to her mid-thigh... But those thighs are glistening with her own juices. The young lady has been wandering around the house, fingering her brains out as she listens to Jason going to town on her mother.

"No, Dad," she says, biting her lip as she looks back towards the stairs. "Don't... Don't stop them."

"B-but what the heck is all that noise? It sounds like--"

"Jason's just playing a video game," Brook insists, pushing her father back towards the couch. "Leave him be. He's been so good to us... He deserves to have a little fun, doesn't he?"

"I, well, I mean... What if your mother wakes up?"

"She'll be fine. Doesn't she look great, now?" Her smile falters a little. "Maybe a little too great..."

"Uh-huh. Sure, dear." **** to avoid the subject of Patricia's new implants, William sighs and turns the TV back up... Which has the pleasant side-effect of drowning out the thud, thud, thud that's steadily getting louder above their heads.