A warm goodbye as Jason and Brook leave for the clinic

The next morning, Brook and Jason get up early to head to the clinic. William and Todd have work to do, so they're up as well... And Patricia simply can't resist the opportunity to dote on their guest.

As the housewife serves breakfast, she catches some odd glances from her husband and son: she's wearing a short red dress that would be more appropriate out clubbing on a Friday night than in a suburban kitchen at 7:30 AM. It would be scandalous even if it did fit, but her curvy proportions are stretching it to its limit.

Brook doesn't seem to notice anything, quizzing the table (or really just Jason) on their makeover preferences.

"I don't want to go too crazy--Unless, y'know, you think I should--But anyway, um, my friend Ally dyed her hair red and it looks really good, so maybe--"

"Eh... You look good blonde," Jason says, running a hand through her flowing locks. She shivers in response, closing her eyes until his fingers move away. "Then again, maybe an e-thot aesthetic would work."

Brook isn't the only one hanging on his every word: Patricia leans over the table, semi-intentionally giving him a look down her obscene cleavage. "What's an e-thot?"

"Like, uh... A slutty gamer girl," Jason explains matter-of-factly, as Todd tries not to spit out his coffee. "Pink hair, makeup, quirky outfit--That kinda thing. Brook's really slim, so she's got that down... A few adjustments there couldn't hurt, though... And I've seen her 'ahegao' face."

Patricia opens her mouth to ask what that means, but Todd rushes to change the subject. "Uh, woah, look at the time. Shouldn't you guys be going?"

"Sure," Jason says, rising to his feet. He's dressed up today: his black pants and belt do a better job of containing his massive bulge than the usual sweatpants or shorts. But it still draws the gaze of both Brook and Patricia, especially as he approaches the latter. "Thanks for breakfast, Trish."

"Oh, you're so welco--Mmm..." As she turns in her seat, Jason leans in to kiss her on the cheek. His bulge ends up nestled between her huge breasts; as he stands there he pumps his hips just a little, rubbing the forearm-sized lump up and down her front.

"...Oh... Oh my," she gasps, as he goes in for a second kiss as an excuse to extend the embrace. A dark splotch of pre-cum is beginning to stain his thigh, and as he slides it against her dress, they stick together slightly. When he finally pulls away, it's enough to slide the ill-fitting garment down over her nipples.

"MOM! Y-your dress," Todd hisses, looking away.

"...Huh? Oh, sorry," she giggles, pulling it back into place. "Um, anyway... Bye, Jason." Without thinking, she leans forward and gives the bulge in the boy's pants a little kiss.

"Bye, kiddos," William says, paying more attention to his phone than his wife's lecherous goodbye. "Drive safe, Brook."

"She will," Jason replies, as he leads the petite blonde out of the room. "I'll get my business done before we go."

There's a slap and a giggle from around the corner, and then they're gone.

A few minutes later Todd is upstairs, settling in for a morning of work. As he sits down at his guest and cracks open the window, he's surprised to see the car still in the driveway.

The SUV is rocking, subtly yet visibly, and he can see shapes moving through the rear window. He squints and looks closer, trying to make out what's going on--

--When suddenly the rocking stops, and a huge splat of white appears on the glass, followed by another. A few long moments pass, where all Todd can see is the slowly-oozing mess on the window... And then there's more rocking, and the car starts.

The young man feels a strange mixture of relief and dread as his sister and their houseguest pull away. Finally, some peace, he thinks, trying not to focus on the other side of the coin: what is he gonna do to her?