A fast food joint

You had a pretty enjoyable ride to a generic fast food eatery you knew well. Plenty of small talk, and while it was still somewhat distracting, all the people that were either, half naked, fully naked, or currently engaged in fucking, that were lining the streets weren’t nearly as shocking anymore.

Frankly, you were actually surprised by how little sex was going on. Well, the amount you caught sight of was infinitely more than you were used to, but a vast majority of people were still getting on with their lives like usual, albeit with a lot less public decency.

Along the way you were able to confirm that Jason was still the same Jason you knew so well, granted with far more liberation when related to sexual matters.

He was still more interested in hunting goblins in online games than poon on the street, still did IT freelance for a living, still did web design on the side, and was still a hobbyist programmer. Basically he was still a loaded shut in that didn’t need to leave the house except for food.

Once you got into the generic fast food place your small talk stopped.

The level of sex in the place was a little more what you were expecting though, and sent you back to being uneasy once again.

The entire place smelled like sex and while there were only a tiny handful of customers, there were slightly over a dozen women most just loitering around but there were a couple taking dick at various tables. Every single one still had the plain, unflattering work uniforms you remembered from before the change, you could only assume because they worked in a kitchen.

You tried to shake your instinctual surprise and followed Jason up to the counter. Luckily no one seemed to be having sex in the kitchen, and the menu was mostly what you remembered. There was an entire new menu board though, detailing sexual services. The cheapest service was simply ‘mouth’ for two-fifty, the most expensive was ‘slut to go’ for twenty-eight.

Right, the whole, ‘companies owned their female employees’ thing. Apparently male convenience was more valuable than a woman’s freedom.

And apparently vulgar language was much more widely accepted. Although come to think of it, ‘slut’ was only ever an obscene word due to sexual meaning, wasn’t it?

You both ended up placing incredibly familiar orders with ease, to the petite, mousy girl behind the counter.

Based on everything you’d seen so far, you couldn’t help but drink her in. Her uniform was frumpy and did nothing for her figure, but she was short, thin, blonde, and had a cute round face. It was enough for you to decide to try a new menu item,

“Two mouths, too, please.” You tried to project confidence, but you could only pray it worked,

“Oh, I’m good, thanks though.” Jason quickly cut in, stopping your cashier short on the register.

“You sure man?”

“Yeah, I just dumped my load in Chrissy, like ten minutes ago.”

“Would you still like two girls then?” The cashier asked you with a smile.

“Would you be one of the girls?” The fact no one was reacting weirdly to whatever you said emboldened you.

“Of course.” She smiled brightly and hooked a thumb under a plastic collar around her neck, yellow LED glowing dimly in the centre.

Huh… more shit to learn… some other time.

“This is why you’re always broke.” Jason scoffed with a smile, “You just came down my mom’s throat too.”

“It’s just five bucks though.”

“Your money.”

Much as you hated to admit it, his comment did strike home. You barely got into this reality of free sex and you had already rationalized spending five dollars on it. At least you could understand why anyone would actually pay for sex now, locking a free woman behind a paywall artificially increased her value. And in your case it made it easier to rationalize fucking her without any pretense.

“Alright then, that’ll be twenty-three seventy-four, if you want to look around for one more girl just grab one with a yellow access collar and I can bring the food out to you.”

Jason quickly uttered thanks and went to find a table. You hung back to search for a second girl to serve you though. But now that you were presented with a dozen girls to pick from you were having difficulty deciding.

As luck would have it you found the one you wanted without too much deliberation though. Drawn by her shouting you caught sight of a slightly older looking woman, early to mid-thirties maybe, lightly tanned skin, she had on a headset for the drive through, and her brown hair was in a ponytail. She was slightly taller than your cashier and a bit more filled out, not exactly fat, but she wasn’t particularly skinny either. Judging by the fact she was shouting orders, and that her uniform was clearly different from everyone elses you pegged her as a manager. And topping everything off, her collar had a yellow light glowing in it.

“Excuse me, I can take you, right?” You caught her attention and leaned on the counter.

The woman glanced down at the register infront of her, then over her shoulder at a screen with ongoing orders on it before turning back to you with a smile,

“Of course sir, I’ll just be a minute.”

You relayed that you understood and quickly caught up with your friend, just as he slid into an empty booth.

“You’re still the horniest guy I’ve ever met.” Jason laughed as you took a seat across from him.

“Whatever man, you’ve got two girls at home, and I’ve got nothing.”

“Come on man, you know I’m not into ****!” Jason clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes

You were somewhat surprised by that… for some reason. Maybe it was because he owned his mother, that detail kind of stuck out to you. Now that you thought about it though, just because women were now free for any man to use that didn’t mean everyone was suddenly a sexual deviant without limits and had every fetish known to man.

Society’s rules changed, but people were still people, right?

Maybe you were being a bit conceited, but that little revelation seemed like a pretty smart thing to realize and that it would be important to remember in general if you wanted to settle into things.

“I guess, but try to see it from my perspective, if I had your mom at my place neither her or me would ever be able to walk again.” You actually shocked yourself at how easy it was to admit that to your friend.

Seemed everyone else's confidence and nonchalance was rubbing off on you.

“Yeah yeah, I get it. I don’t want to fuck her, but I’m not stupid, or blind. I know lots of people have the hots for her.”

You ended up making some more small talk, not about sex, before your food was brought to your table by the mousy cashier, flanked by her manager who was no longer wearing her headset. You were only now noticing their name tags, the cashier’s name was Claire, and the manager, Lisa. Only, the name tags were more like dog tags, hanging from their collars.

“Here’s your order gentlemen. Now how can I be of service?” Claire asked with confidence.

You noticed Lisa make eye contact with Jason, but he quickly shook his head and pointed at you before grabbing his food from the tray.

“Oh...uh, well, I just came not too long ago, so don’t worry too much about getting me off, just get your mouth down there and, uh, keep me company I guess.” Saying it out loud you were a little embarrassed.

Who paid five dollars and some tax for hookers and didn’t want to get his rocks off?

Claire and Lisa didn’t hesitate for a second though. Claire got on her knees in the booth beside you and started working at your fly, while Lisa started crawling under the table and positioned herself in between your legs where she smiled up at you.

Well, they weren’t exactly hooker’s, were they?

While they got busy you did you best to act natural and went at your food. Luckily, the fact Jason didn’t care combined with the fact you were still kind of spent from throat fucking his mom it was pretty easy to just let go and enjoy yourself.

Claire took your meat into her mouth and slowly started to inflate you to full mast with her tongue, then sucked on you nice and slow, like she was eating an ice cream cone. You got the impression she was savouring your cock even if logically she probably didn’t care at best. All the while Lisa was between your legs, just as slowly sucking on your balls and slowly swirling her tongue around one good few times before she’d switched to the other.

And while they were working to keep your dick warm, over giving you a proper blowjob, you managed to keep a decent conversation going with Jason.

At some point, there was a lull in conversation though, a bit before you finished your meal. The only sounds were some scattered conversations from the other tables and the occasional smack of Lisa’s lips as she switched balls. During this lull, your mind started to wander and you couldn’t help thinking about everything that had happened so far.

You had basically woken up at the post office, you talked about enslaving women then you called up your friend in a panic hoping he could help you figure things out only to end up getting a blowjob from his mom. It wasn’t even half a day, but it was a wild fucking ride. Only thing was, you were left with a concern that you just couldn’t shake,

“Hey, Jay, I got maybe a weird question for you.”

“Can’t wait.” He started chuckling in anticipation, “Shoot.”

“How much you want for your mom?”

You couldn’t actually say what possessed you to ask or even how you managed to sound so calm.

Jason took a minute to answer, his eyes glued to you as he slowly brought a fry to his mouth, and just as slowly chewed it. Finally he swallowed and let out a sigh,

“You know my mom hates you, right?”

“I – well, yeah, but….” You actually didn’t know what you were going to say and ended up trailing off.

“She was always saying you were a bad influence.”

“...”

“And like, the first day I let you fuck her she ripped me one to match hers afterwards.” Jason chuckled ruefully, popping another fry into his mouth.

“Uh….”

“I mean we’re friends right?”

“Absolutely!” You couldn’t help but nervously grab a fistful of Claire’s hair, slowing her bobbing around the head of your cock.

“I’d even say you’re one of my best friend’s, so it’s not like I’m against the idea… but you know my mom’s not going to be happy if you take ownership of her, right?”

“Oh… yeah… she’s probably not going to agree to it….”

“Well yeah, but that hardly matters, I’m her owner.” Jason waved his hand breezily, “What do you even want her for though?”

You froze for a second, your mind finally catching up to the conversation you started and screaming at you for doing this to yourself. How were you even supposed to answer that?

“... Uh, sex… stuff… mostly..”

Jason immediately let out a tired sigh,

“Mostly, huh? I was worried you’d say that. If you just wanted to plow her every morning I could just loan her to you, but if you want my mom to do literally anything else you’re going to run into some resistance.”

“I don’t mind.” His sheer lack of concern over his mother's opinion on whether or not he sold her to you was starting to rub off on you.

For that matter, you couldn’t help but slowly start to **** Claire’s face up and down with a bit more ****.

“I don’t think you get it, I’m trying to say once you take ownership of her she’s going to have to follow your orders not mine and considering how she feels about you she’s probably not going to want to listen to anything.”

The fact Jason still hadn’t actually told you ‘no’ was emboldening. You slammed Claire down to your balls, getting a bit of a gag from her, and pinned her there with the help of your stomach as you leaned forward,

“Look man, I’ll get more gym badges or whatever, it really doesn’t matter to me.”

“What, you’re going to train her yourself? I know you can’t afford a professional slut trainer.”

Train… huh?

You leaned back in your seat with a dopey, horny grin on your face and let Claire get back to blowing you. Seemingly sensing a change in your though, she started to focus on the head of your cock and without any delay, Lisa left your balls alone and started licking the rest of your length with a dexterous tongue.

“Well sounds like I’ll have to train her myself then.”

“Well… hmm. Yeah, but it’s not going to be easy, y’know.”

“Your mom’s not some weak hearted schoolgirl, she’s made that plenty clear.”

Jason laughed freely at that.

“Okay, alright. As long as you know what you’re getting yourself into it’s no skin off my back. But…,” He soon stopped smiling and fixed you with the first serious glare he’d made this entire conversation, “... She’s still my mom, you know, when I inherited her, dad also asked me to take care of her. If I’m going to give her to someone I have to eat the chance that I’ll never see her again, so I need to know she’ll be in good hands.”

“Oh absolutely.” You didn’t even hesitate, “I’ll keep her to myself. I’ll even bring her over to visit. If there’s anything you don’t want me to do to her just tell me.”

“Hah! Come on man, I’m not that much of a prude! I don’t care what you do to her! I trust you. Even if you need money I’m sure you won’t sell her to any random creep. I just need to know that if give her to you, you don’t forget she’s still my mom and not just some random hole.”

“Well…,” You weren’t entirely sure how to assuage his **** and seal this deal.

He didn’t care what you did to her, but he still wanted her to be in good hands? You tried to pick your words carefully, even though you weren’t sure what to say,

“... outside of training – no, I mean, she still one hell of a woman. Yeah? Even if she doesn’t like me… I wouldn’t be asking for her if I didn’t have a thing for her.”

Jason kept his hard stare up for a few seconds more but the sounds of a muffled giggle under the table broke his mask and he couldn’t hide his smile,

“I’m not going to ever call you dad though.” He rolled his eyes while shaking his head, “I don’t care how you train my mom.”

Even you, as strange as you felt this conversation was, couldn’t help chuckling at that, in big part because it seemed you sunk this deal.

“Aww, you two are so sweet.” Lisa cooed from under the table, breaking away from your cock, “And you’re a good son, I’m sure your mother would be very proud.” She had leaned back and place a hand on Jason’s thigh, “Would you like me to do something for you, on the house?”

“Oh, thanks, but I’m good, really.” Jason put up a hand defensively, before leaning back over the table, “Anyways, like I said though, you’re my friend but this is my mom, so let’s talk price.”

You honestly didn’t care what price he wanted, but you still had to at least pretend to be frugal,

“I’ve honestly never bought anyone before, so I’m not sure what to negotiate over. I guess skill?”

“You’d know more than me about that.” Jason threw up a hand in dismissal, “Probably more than anyone really.”

“How’s that?”

“Well almost all of my other friends are on the internet since you’re really the only one that comes over to ride her. I mean, back when I was still trying to secure jobs I may have loaned her mouth out a few times but she doesn’t get much practice besides you.”

“...Right… well… clearly that knocks a few zeros off her price.” You were stunned, once again, Jason was pretty prudish last time you met him, the ease he said that, about his ever prudier mother was still astonishing.

Although at the same time it did kind of fit with their image.

“Hah! Well, maybe… Though I am going to miss her cooking. But I guess if let you have her I can still visit her from time to time, so how about thirty bucks.”

“Uh…”

“And!” Jason held up a finger and fixed you with another glare, although with a smile on his face, “You have to help me find a gift for Chrissy. Like I said, I’m not going to just toss my mother out for some pocket lint.”

“Your – uh, houseslut?”

Jason immediately started to frown,

“Oh come on man, screw you! I can treat her however I want.”

“Hey, whoa, I’m not trying to start anything!” You immediately went on damage control, still not sure what landmine you just stepped on, “I’ve literally never had a **** before, you know that, right? I don’t know what’s normal or whatever.”

“Right… sorry.” Jason started going pink in the face and rubbed the back of his neck, “Just… I already had to cut off a few friends that wouldn’t stop giving me shit over buying her in the first place, then I started buying her accessories and stuff and people got even worse, even when I asked them to stop.”

“... People… care about that?” You could only blink at him a few times.

“Some. They get this whole superiority complex about banging chicks as cheaply as possible, all because they’ve never met a girl they saw as more than a hole.”

It was kind of weird to hear about this specifically, but you met more than a few people like that online before. About even stupider things too.

“... Sounds incredibly… naive? Women are still people… right?”

Well, aside from being able to trade them like Pokémon cards that is.

It seemed normal to you that people would still fall in love, or even just want to show appreciation for the one that lets them fuck them whenever they want.

There was a moment of silence at the table afterwards, to the point you worried you had said something odd again. Finally, Jason spoke up, a massive grin on his face,

“Mom’s probably going to be pissed at me, but I know if I’m going to give her to anyone, you’re the best choice.”

From your lap Claire made some choked, gagging noises, despite not even having half your cock in her mouth. It took you a moment to recognize that she was giggling.

“I swear, if any of my sons grows up to be half the men you two are, I’ll know I’ve been blessed.” Lisa added from under the table.

It was difficult to tell under the shadow of the table, but it almost seemed like she was tearing up even as she want back to sucking on your balls.

Right… well… you didn’t have the capacity to care too much about whatever that all was. You had just convinced your friend to hand over ownership of his mother to you, and you couldn’t be more excited.