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Chapter 22 by Squelchapron Squelchapron

What's next?

Her next son has a cum fetish

As you make your way to the next bedroom, Kate gives you an odd look.

"I apologize in advance for the mess," she says solemnly. "I like to keep a certain standard around here, but Ralph has some... Unique hobbies."

Unsurprisingly, the boy's bedroom door is marked "SERVICE." The mayor opens it slowly, almost carefully... With good reason, as it turns out.

When the door is halfway open, you hear something quickly tap-tap-tap against the other side. You can't quite identify the sound; it's almost like a weak series of knocks, or a garden sprinkler that's aimed towards a wall.

"We're coming in, Hon," Kate says. Then she waits a moment before throwing the door all the way open... And revealing that the other side is coated in a huge splatter of jizz. "Oh, for the love of--Ralph, what did I tell you?"

"Sorry, Mom! You startled me!"

Her son (a skinny guy with curly hair, who looks around twenty) is sitting beside a desk at the other end of the room. His chair is spun around, facing the door and away from his computer monitor. He's wearing nothing but a (visibly-stained) anime T-shirt, and between his legs is the biggest cock you've ever seen. It's hanging just past his wide-spread knees, erect but drooping slightly under its own weight as his hand massages the shaft. His balls are hanging off the edge of the chair, and they're no less freakish/impressive: he's cradling one of the twitching orbs in his hand, but it's almost too large to hold. They look far from empty, despite the fact that's he's clearly just blown his load: his apple-sized cockhead is dripping with cum from the load he just shot onto the door...

...But that was one of many, apparently. The boy is surrounded by containers of every sort, scattered across his desk and the floor. There are coffee mugs, old soda bottles, a pint glass, and even a thermos, most of which are overflowing with jizz.

That's not the only evidence that the boy's been jacking off: a porn website is pulled up on his computer, and "hottest enhanced cumshot compilation IX" is still playing silently in the background.

"I also told you to clean out your room every morning," Kate sighs, staring pointedly at the cum that's spilling over the edge of one mug. It has a heart on it, and reads "World's Best Mom."

"I did, right after I got up! These are from today," Ralph insists, still stroking himself slowly. "Here, taste! Super fresh."

Kate scoffs as her son holds out a nearly-full Coke bottle. "I believe you, Hon..."

"C'mon, drink it," he whines, sloshing around the thick fluid. "I wanna watch so I can get another load ready."

She hesitates, then takes the bottle. "You already finished, maybe I should come back later--"

"Drink it."

"...Okay, Hon." Taking a deep breath, the mayor puts the bottle to her lips. As she drinks, Ralph's stroking speeds up.

"I took, like, a billion pills this morning," he brags, addressing you for the first time. His eyes flicker between your face and his mother's, trying to gauge your reaction while watching her chug down the massive load. "Top-quality shit."

"That's... Interesting," you mumble awkwardly. "What, uh... What did you take?"

"SpermiZan, duh," Ralph grunts. As he talks, a spurt of pre-cum splashes onto the floor in front of him. While it's much thinner and clearer than an actual load, the volume is as large as any normal man's cumshot. "Extra-strength... Mmm... You ever tried it?"

"Can't say that I have," you reply. Can't say it existed in my universe.

"You should, if you can afford it. Mom has a special deal with the Pearson's guys... Something about zoning, I think. Gets me a crate every month."

"...Mmph..." Kate finishes downing the bottle, swallowing hard and licking the last few blobs of her son's jizz from her lips. "What do we say, if we want Mommy to get us more SpermiZan next month?"

"Thanks, Mom," he groans. "Also, can you have them send a little more? I'm going through it pretty fast."

"I can try--"

"Cool. Thanks. Suck my dick," Ralph says matter-of-factly, waggling his massive tool back and forth.

With a resigned nod, the mayor drops to her knees. She makes a small sound of disapproval as one of her legs ends up in a puddle of cum, but doesn't say anything or even move away as her stocking is soaked through. Before you can blink, her lips are wrapped around her son's cockhead as she licks every inch of its swollen, cum-slick surface.

"Fuck yeah... That's it," the boy groans, leaning back in his chair. He reaches over and grabs an orange plastic medicine-bottle from his desk, opening it quietly while his eyes are locked on his mother's slowly-bobbing head. When he sees you looking, he puts a finger to his lips and winks before downing a few pills. "Keep going, Mom... 'Lil deeper..."

Kate is struggling to take any more of her son's girth into her mouth, but she holds onto his hips and tries her best. After a few seconds of fruitless pushing, Ralph takes the initiative and grabs the back of her head. Inch by sputtering, gagging inch he forces his rod into her throat, until he's about as deep as any normal cock could reach. The mayor's throat is distended, her eyes are watering, and there's a trickle of drool and pre-cum running down her chin... But she doesn't make any move to pull away.

"Mom's real good at this," Ralph grunts, taking a break to stroke her hair and relish in the feeling of her tight passage. "Our maid, Martha, she has trouble keeping it this deep. I have to lay her on her back, over there on the bed, and just sorta fuck her face. Use my weight to keep it in her throat, y'know?" He gestures over to the bed, where the sheets are thrown aside and a huge wet spot is staining the mattress.

"You're a lucky guy," you say uncertainly, glancing around for a clean place to sit before deciding to lean against the wall instead.

"You can have a hole too, if you want," he replies, leaning forward to tug at his mother's skirt. "And some pills, even. I'm running low, but she'll get me more, right?"

Kate moans something unintelligible, before her son grabs on tighter and forces her down another two inches. Once Ralph's finished tugging up his mother's skirt and exposing her ass, he grabs the bottle of pills again and holds it out to you.

What's next?

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