Donna is in disbelief of Adam's story.

“Oh, my goodness!” Donna exclaimed, genuinely surprised. “Of course, you proposed! It makes so much sense now! Why else would you invite me to come around and visit out of nowhere?”

Donna seemed relieved that she hadn’t deigned to grace us with her presence for no reason at all. She was not the visiting type, so hearing here only son had finally decided to pop the question made ‘slumming it down here’ almost worth it.

“Mom….” Adam managed to mutter out lowly, “Cassie said no.”

“What?” Donna’s eyes darted to Cass. My Cass. Then they darted down to her hand. No ring. How could this little girl possibly say no to her son? He’s handsome, nice, and his family was absolutely loaded. And to top it off, why would they invite me over to have some asinine fucking brunch to tell her?

“I don’t understand…” she drifted, trying to carefully capture her next words, “I thought you and young Cassie here were happy. I’ve never even heard you mention a fight.” Her eyes were wilder now, zooming from Adam to Cassie, seeking an answer. But her eyes never landed on me. She had forgotten that this no one, just a boy who took her jacket and brought her coffee, was even in the room.

I could tell she was on the brink of something, but what it was I couldn’t tell. Would she cry and scream, or simply get up and demand Adam leave with her? Either way, I had to get in front of it. “Now, now Donna,” I say, “sit back and try to calm yourself. I think you should hear Adam and Cassie out.” Donna was annoyed I was talking to her; she didn’t understand yet what role I played. But my command still registered, and she took a quiet breath to compose herself and relax a bit back into her seat.

“Okay, so tell me.” Donna demanded in a snappy tone I’m sure she had used on countless waiters, a voice full of privilege and disregard for anyone ‘lower’. “I’m sure if you invited me over here to tell me the news there must be a good reason, or at least a good story, behind it.”

“Oh, it’s a very good story.” Cassie quipped, glancing a just a second at me. “But I’m sure your mom will want to hear it from you Adam.” Cass was quick to throw to the burden onto him; she knew I’d like that.

“Well…um…its just that I proposed to Cassie last night while she was in a difficult position,” Adam stammered softy. Yeah, I’d say fitting my balls into her mouth was a bit difficult. “And she had to chose between a new passion she found, and me. And…and…I guess I lost….”

“What do you mean, she chose a new passion? Did she choose to take a job far away? Or is she going back to school? Surely with my help I could support any life change she’s concerned about.” Donna was adamant, she had never faced a problem that money couldn’t solved—and she wasn’t about to view this any different.

“No, not any of that,” Adam started, “its, well, she chose, um. *cough* Um…” He couldn’t get the words out. So, I guess I have to step in.

“She chose me. Well, she chose my cock at that exact junction, but I think the point stands, right Cass?” Cassie nodded happily at my statement. Donna was still bolted to the chair trying to maintain calm when I said this, but I could see that everything in her body was raging against my command. She was furious. She wanted to rise up and rain hell upon my head. But I was quick to intervene. “Donna, you did say you never give oral. Does that mean not ever?”

Donna was confused about the sudden U-turn the conversation had taken to her previous remarks, but still she felt compelled to answer, “I haven’t sucked a cock since my high school prom. That was my first and last, awful experience. But I don’t see what that has to do with you fucking my should-be daughter-in-law!”

“Oh, well that’s simple. At the time, the choice wasn’t even between Adam and fucking me. It was between Adam and sucking my cock and licking my asshole every day, for the rest of her life.” Cassie nodded seriously at the observation, “just ask her. She started her morning today getting throat fucked by my cock that was still crusted with cum and her friend’s saliva. Right Cass?”

“He was really rough too! I was running late with his wake-up blowjob.” Cass said this proudly, lifting her chin and pointing deep into her throat to show how far I’d rammed my cock down. Adam hung his head in shame. He’d heard our commotion this morning but had hoped it’d only been something less…intense. But, no, here was his Cassie admitting to being throatfucked every morning for the rest of her life.

Donna was in a livid, white-hot shock. She was loading her mouth with violent words for the whore Cassie and me, the homewrecker, when I came in for the coup-de-grace, “Here’s the thing Donna. You shouldn’t be mad at Cass here. My cock is powerful like that. In fact, the second you see it, you’ll be head-over-heels like Cass is too. You’ll be my love ****, and I’ll finally put you where you deserve—on your knees.”

“SEE IT!?? WHY IN GOD’S NAME DO YOU THINK I’LL EVER LAY EYES ON THAT DISGUSTING, HOMEWRECKING DICK OF YOURS. YOU MUST BE OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MI…” I decide to put an end to this fun game before the upstairs neighbors call the cops with a noise complaint. In flash I stand, unzip my jeans, thumb the button open, and whip my cock out. And as soon as she sees it, she knows I was right.

“I think you’ll find,” I start, “that I have a cock worth sucking.”