Interlude: Pete's Deal

A few minutes earlier, while you were answering the door, Pete and your mother were talking in the living room. Just as she's beginning to vacuum the carpet, your brother taps her on the shoulder.

"Hmm?" She flicked the off-switch. "What is it, Pete?"

"I wanna make you an offer," your brother replied with a smirk. "I think you're gonna like it... Uh, I mean, not like like it, but I think you'll agree. I got the idea from Marcus and Cassidy--"

"Those boys? Ugh, you know I don't like it when you hang out with them," your mother said, furrowing her brow. "They're so creepy... Only giving doses to their mom, and she lets him get away with just about anything--" She stopped dead, eyes growing wide. "...Oh."

"Yeah," Pete hissed. "That's the deal, Mom. You can have exclusive rights to my jizz, but only if I can treat you however I want. None of this clinical crap... You'll be my cumslut, a set of holes for me to use whenever and however I want. Total access."

She considered for a moment. "If I agreed... When would it stop? How long would we be doing this?"

"Until Dad gets back from his business trip, at least," your brother replied, practically licking his lips as he eyed up your mother's voluptuous body. "We'll see where things go from there. I have a feeling you might want more."

Once again, your mother seemed lost in thought. She stood stock-still, considering the obvious: she was already having trouble maintaining her IQ, and a week without her husband would only make matters worse. She shuddered as she remembered her college friend Betty, who dropped two dozen points and wound up sucking cock on the subway full-time. But then she considered Marcus and Cassidy's mother, staggering around the neighborhood with one or both sons plowing her holes 24/7.

Whenever her mouth wasn't full, though, she was bright, witty... She worked from home, a respectable accounting job...

"I'll do it," your mother said softly.

Pete grinned, barely holding back his excitement. "You'll be my..?"

"Ugh... I'll be your cumslut, Pete. Just, uh--Just talk to me when you're ready to give me my first dose, okay?" Turning her back on her son, she flicked the vacuum on and started running it over the carpet.

"Hmph... 'Talk?' 'Dose?' I think you're missing the point," Pete growled, grabbing a handful of her bare ass and squeezing it roughly.

"Oh! Um..."

"On the floor!" He gave her a small shove, then another when she didn't comply immediately. On the third push, she crumpled to the ground, letting the vacuum clatter off to the side.

"On your back... Yeah, like that. Open up..." Your brother smiled widely as he straddled your mother's face, whipping out his cock and pushing it against her lips. "I hope your gag reflex isn't too bad... Otherwise this'll be a looooong week."

"I--Gggphh! Mmph!"

"Fuck, Mom," Pete muttered, thrusting into her mouth with long, deep strokes. "Should've done this a long time ago..."

He was so enthralled with the feeling of his mother's throat around his cock that he didn't notice the man stomping down the hall, balls-deep in a cum-stuffed girl.