A sniff makes you impotent, a taste makes you oblivious

Todd moves first. "I--I'm done," he mumbles, before quickly pushing back his chair and rising to his feet.

The sudden noise snaps Patricia and Brook out of their gooey borderline-makeout-session. Brook pulls back from her mother's semen-stained breast, licking her lips... But then some small of self-awareness hits her, and she tucks Patricia's heavy tit back into the dress before turning away and sitting back down.

Patricia, however, still seems oblivious to the depravity. "What do you mean, Todd? Aren't you going to try any? It's... So, sooo good..." She trails off, rubbing her own chest idly in search of more sticky white treasure.

"I can't--" Can't believe this, can't DO this, can't stay here... Rather than continue, Todd simply turns on his heel and leaves.

"Well... That was rude," Patricia says, sitting down beside her husband. "Sorry about my son."

"Nah, his loss," Jason replies casually. "I'm sure Will won't run off. He's a good man, a good husband... Knows better than to spurn his wife's cooking, right?"

"R-right," William replies, without hesitation. "I'll--I'll talk to Todd later," he continues, pulling over the bowl of gooey slop and reaching for a spreading knife. "He really shouldn't... Hm..."

The man furrows his brow as he drags the knife through the bowl, then moves a dollop to his burger. It drips ever-so-slowly off the knife, a huge glob landing on the table with a splat. William stares at it, takes a sniff--

"Hey, don't waste it," Patricia is practically salivating, leaning close to her husband just to steal some of the scent. Her soaked-through dress clings to his shirt as she extends her tongue, looking like she's about to lick it off the knife... But then she blinks. "H-hurry... That's it, honey... Eat it..."

The MILF's mind is going a mile a minute. She knows that she wants her husband to swallow the thick cream ASAP, but she doesn't know why. Part of her wants it gone, so that the pearly-white payload no longer tempts her... While another part wants her husband to experience the rapturous taste that's slowly taking over her life.

Slowly but steadily, William goes about spreading the semen on his bun... Closing it... Picking it up... And taking a bite.

Patricia lets out a small titter of approval, then kisses her husband before he's even done chewing. William is wide-eyed the whole time, even as his wife presses her chest into him, runing her tongue across his closed lips. "...Good... You did so well..."

A moment passes, then William shakes his head a little. "Huh? Oh, uh... Thanks." He takes another bite. "It's... It's good, dear. Maybe a little--" He's about to make some small criticism, then thinks better of it. "...Thanks."

"You're very welcome." The man is confused as the reply comes not from his wife, but from their house guest. Jason smiles, watching intently as William consumes the entire burger in just a few bites.

"Well, um... We should clean up," he says, once he's finished the over-sauced meal. He looks at his family, about to dole out chores... But his eyes sweep right over Patricia's sticky chest, Brook's half-removed bikini, and the empty chair where Todd should be. He gets halfway through forming a thought, a perspective, perhaps even some outrage--Before it dies in the cradle.

"...I'll clean up," he repeats softly, shaking off all the bad thoughts in an instant and replacing them with non-threatening ones. That was a lovely dinner. We should do this more often. It's nice seeing the whole family together. I hope our guest had fun.

The taste of absolute submission and unimaginable gullibility still on his tongue, William gathers the dishes and heads inside. Before cleaning anything else, he takes care to place the leftover "mayo" back in the fridge.

Huh, we finished half of that big bowl after just one meal, he thinks as he begins to load the dishwasher. I hope Patricia makes more. Dang, I really married a great cook, didn't I?

He's interrupted as Brook comes back inside, bikini re-adjusted and skin mostly clean of its former glaze. "Hey, Dad. Don't forget I'm taking Jason to the Pearson's clinic tomorrow for his thing," she says, putting some empty cans on the counter for him to rinse.

"Mhm, no problem."

"I think--I'm gonna stay there with him. He says he can get me a consultation for free!"

"That's great, sweetheart..." He pauses. "Um, I mean... What kind of consultation?"

"Just some beauty stuff. Don't worry about it, Daddy." With that she kisses him on the cheek and runs off to change.

Huh. She hasn't called me that in ages. I KNEW we were getting along better lately, William thinks, smiling to himself as he finishes washing up. Everyone seems happy. I was so worried about this arrangement with Jason, but it's going really well. Everyone seems happy. I have to give him a little leeway, but that's fine. Everyone seems happy. He needs the help, he has a condition. Everyone seems happy. Everyone IS happy... I'm happy... I'm happy...

"Hey Will, where'd you put that bowl?" William sees Jason's face when he looks up from the dishes--Or looks down, rather, given that the young man is quite a bit shorter than him. "I need some relief again, and your wife's asking for it."

"Sure thing," William replies, not even trying to connect those two statements. But as he grabs the bowl from the fridge and passes it to Jason, the boy frowns.

"Actually... Do you have anything bigger? Your girls did a great job tonight--I'm not too backed-up--But I think I've got more than this in me."

The words "what do you mean" leave William's lips, but there's no urgency behind them, and he's already reaching for the large pitcher that his wife likes to use for lemonade.

"Don't worry about it," Jason laughs, grabbing the pitcher. Then he lowers it down to his thigh, doing a quick ball-park measurement of the size of the opening. Yeah, that'll probably fit the tip. "Thanks! I think I'll turn in for the evening... Big day tomorrow. I'll send Trish back to your room by ten."

"Th-thanks," William says, almost perturbed the boy's brazen behavior. But as always, he shrugs it off and keeps up the pleasantries. "Goodnight, Jason!"

A few seconds later there's the sound of a door opening... A squeal of delight... Then a slam.

The moans that follow are muffled (both by the intervening door and the invading girth). William has an easy time ignoring them, and Todd stays out until well past ten.

He just misses the jaw-dropping sight of his mother staggering out of Jason's room, heading downstairs to reverently place the pitcher in the fridge, and then returning to the master bedroom. What he doesn't miss is the trail of cum-splats leading up and down the stairs.

"Jesus Christ," he whispers, moving slowly as he tries to step around them in the dark... But that only gives the smell more time to soak into his nostrils. "This is... So fucked up... I can't... Can't believe..."

By the time his head hits the pillow, he barely does believe it. Unlike his father, Todd manages to retain that something is wrong... He has some dignity remaining, some outrage... But he feels helpless against it, his mind sluggish like it's trying to fight off a bad dream. I should do something, but it can wait. Things might get better tomorrow. They'll come to their senses. Everything's gonna be fine.