Breakfast

*Originally posted by 12shadesofnight and copied here with permission.

As you watch Kelly fry the eggs on the stove, clothed in naught but an apron, you take some time to think about how your ability affected the people around you.

People apparently will not object to whatever you do to your possessions, as evidenced by Samuel’s reaction to the fact that he would be denied his wife’s affections and Andrew’s reaction when you were fucking his mother in front of him.

They accept the fact that Kelly is now your property, but still have unique reactions to it. Andrew was much more accepting than Samuel had been, and it bothered him much less as well.

“Here you go, Ryan,” Kelly sings as she places your plate of food before you, bending extra low to give you a nice view of her cleavage. “Breakfast is served.”

“Thanks, Kelly,” you say, smirking as you reach out and grab a hefty boob and squeeze. “Now blow me while I eat, nice and slow.”

“Of course,” she chirps, giving you a peck on the cheek before crawling under the table and between your legs. You watch as she giddily admires your large erection, gasping a cooing as she plays it up for your satisfaction.

You chuckle and take a bite out of your eggs as Kelly begins to slowly and gently kiss your balls, and think about the way the ability affects people’s view of you.

Samuel didn’t object to the fact that you had sex in his bed, and he didn’t freak out when you left his room with his wife in that state.

You sigh as Kelly takes your cockhead into her mouth and licks it around thoroughly. If this works the way you think it works, you could fuck Kelly literally anywhere.

“Damn, you can still get hard after last night?”

You turn to see your best friend Andrew walk into the dining area and take a seat at the table.

“Yeah, man. Sorry if we bothered your sleep, man,” you say apologetically. “Your mom’s a really good slut, so I can barely keep my hands off of her.”

“I can- er, I see.” Andrew blushes and shifts in his chair uncomfortably, but smiles back anyway. He fidgets a little and the looks at the kitchen counter. “Where’s my breakfast?”

You’re so amused you feel like laughing, but you hold it in somehow. Kelly hadn’t made any breakfast for herself OR her family. She’d made you breakfast and immediately gone back to seducing you.

“Ah, my bad,” you say, clicking your tongue. “I’ll have Kelly make some more after she’s done sucking me off, ’kay?”