Brook goes out, Patricia stays in

At a bus stop just on the edge of downtown Lakeville, Brook Greene is taking it from behind.

Like almost all of the continental United States, Lakeville has free use policies in place... But as a "Class 3 General Free Use Zone," it's far from the most depraved city in America. Still, public sex is relatively commonplace, especially between younger couples.

Eric Irvine is taking full advantage of that policy as he bends his girlfriend over, hands around her slim waist as he thrusts into her pussy. It's their first time in almost a week, so the fit young man was thrilled when Brook jumped off the bus and into his arms--So thrilled that he instantly forgave her for being an hour late.

"Oh fuck... You feel so good," he grunts, picking up the pace.

"...Mm..." Brook's reply isn't as enthusiastic as her greeting just seconds before, but Eric doesn't notice. Her interest slowly fades throughout the encounter: somehow, Eric's cock just isn't satisfying her. It isn't long before she pulls out her phone, texting her brother:

• "has jason asked about me? or like talked about me at all?"

After a few seconds, a reply dings back at her. She puts the phone on silent, not wanting to disturb Eric.

• "What? No. I'm not hanging out with him lol"

Letting out a frustrated huff (that Eric mistakes for ahegao panting), Brook types out a reply:

• "you should, he's cool. be nice okay??"
• "I gotta go. I think I hear Mom calling."
• "ugh whateveeer."

Rolling her eyes at the obviously-fake excuse her brother used to end the conversation, Brook puts her phone away and tries to get into the mediocre sex. Eric's a nice guy (at least compared to her few other romantic partners), and he usually does such a good job satisfying her, so she's baffled at the lack of passion... But once her mind wanders and she starts thinking about Jason, it starts to improve.

By the time she reaches orgasm, she's praying under her breath: "Jason... Jason... Pleeease, Jason... Yeees, fuckmefuckmefuckmeee--AAAaah!"

"Oh God, finally," Eric groans, thrusting even faster. "I... I'm gonna--Ungh!"

"...Uuuungh..."

Todd climbs the stairs quickly, skipping a few of the top steps. At first it sounded like his mother was calling someone's name--But now she's moaning like she might be seriously hurt!

Following the sound to the bathroom he shares with Alan (or Jason, for now), he knocks frantically. "Mom? Are you okay?"

Inside, Patricia's eyes go wide. "Oh, shit," she mumbles, wiping her mouth.

Sprawled on the floor, the voluptuous MILF is an absolute mess. Her face, hair, and clothing are all soaked and sticky: her chosen method of unclogging the drain was to slurp Jason's impossibly-thick spooge from the shower like a pig eating at a trough... And she made just as much of a mess. Gooey strands of cum connect her face with the last remnants of the miniature jizz-lake, and as she hears her son approaching she hastens to wipe them away.

That proves a difficult task, so she stumbles to her feet (narrowly avoiding a serious slip) and grabs a towel. After a few seconds with that, she looks... Well, still like a bukkake victim.

"Mom? I'm coming in--"

"Nodon'tI'mfine," Patricia blurts out, peeling off her cum-stained clothing. Without thinking, she pauses to take a big huff... She's growing used to the smell, but it's still intoxicating. Looking down, she sees that there's a slight bulge in her belly. How much did I swallow? Why... Why did I swallow ANY of it?

"You don't sound fine," Todd replies, genuine concern in his voice.

"No, really, I just..." A glob of jizz drips into her open mouth, and she pauses to tremble with pleasure. "I... I'm getting in the shower. I got dirty unclogging it."

"Then... What were you moaning about?"

"Um, I was... Laughing! I saw a funny video on my phone!" Wait, my phone... After a moment of searching, Patricia finds her cell phone on the floor, half-submerged in a jizz-puddle. Must've fallen out of my pocket. She practically has to peel it out of the white mess, and it leaves a rectangular hole in the goo that ever-so-slowly oozes closed.

"Oookay... Bye..." With that Todd wanders away, scoffing at his mom's weird behavior.

Phew... Oh, damn. I think it's broken. Patricia leans her sizeable ass against the sink, a dead phone in one hand and a ruined sweater in the other. Well... The drain's unclogged, so at least I can take a shower--Ooh, maybe it'll smell like... Like... Oh my God, what is WRONG with me?

She steps into the shower, then takes another look at the considerable amount of jizz that's still sticking to the sides. And... What's wrong with Jason?