Jason makes breakfast, William swallows his pride

"Here we go... One more step... There!"

William hear's Jason's voice coming down the stairs, along with the irregular thunk, thunk, thunk of footsteps.

"Thank you, Jason--You're so sweet, helping out an old lady with... With... Um..." Patricia trails off as she tries to pin down the source of her newfound clumsiness. Her body is heavy, but she can't quite figure out why.

"Back problems?"

"...Y-yeah, that makes sense!"

As the pair of them step into the kitchen, though, William can plainly see that Jason isn't supporting his wife's back: the boy's hand is firmly on her ass, copping a feel as he pushes her ridiculously-voluptuous body towards the table.

"Good morning, hon," Patricia says, before pausing and frowning slightly. "...Why weren't you in bed last night?"

"Uh..." William tears his eyes off his wife's jiggling ass--But on the way to her face, they get stuck again: her new implant-and-hormone-enhanced breasts aren't exactly hidden by her tank top. "...I, uh... Jason said he had medical stuff to do, so he--He--"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jason cuts in, giving the older man a smirk. "Wait... You weren't down here masturbating again, were you?"

"What?" The husband and wife both look at their guest, wide-eyed.

"Yeah, the other night I caught William beating off in the middle of the living room. Pants around his ankles, porn on the TV--The whole bit."

"N-no, that's--I didn't--"

"WILLIAM!" Patricia's face is red and her brow furrowed: she can't decide whether to be furious or mortified, and settles on both. "Pornography? In front of our guest?"

"Weird porn, too," Jason chuckles. "Do the words 'futanari hentai' mean anything to you?"

"Of course not--But I'll certainly be googlifying them later," she continues, trying to cross her arms before realizing her chest is in the way. She settles for placing her hands on her hips and glaring at her husband.

"You mean 'googling,' Trish?"

"Mhm! I need to find out just how much trouble you're in," she continues, slapping William's arm.

"Ow! Hon, I didn't--I don't even know--"

"Hey... It's no big deal," Jason says softly, placing a finger on Patricia's thick lips and putting an end to her rant. "Pervs gonna perv, y'know? If your husband would rather watch big, floppy dicks bouncing around than go to bed with his wife, then that's his business."

"Wh-what? I swear, I don't watch that kind of... Of..."

"Right after my operation, too... When I need him," Patricia mumbles, trailing off as Jason's finger slides between her lips. She begins sucking on it absentmindedly as she pouts.

"Why don't you park that big booty and let me make you some breakfast? My treat," Jason says, guiding her into a chair.

"No, I'll do it!" William springs to his feet, leaping at the chance to be a good husband and earn back some brownie points.

"Fine, you can help--But wash your hands first. I've seen where they've been," Jason replies. "Get the coffee."

As William starts brewing up a fresh pot, he suddenly notices a new smell in the air... A subtle, familiar, mind-bending musk. When he glances towards Jason and sees something long, thick, and dripping in the corner of his eye, his subconscious prevents him from looking any closer.

Instead, he stares straight ahead and watches the pot boil... Ignoring the smell, then the fap, fap, fap, then the grunts. When he returns to the table to find two piping-hot bowls of cereal, full to the brim with glistening, suspiciously-thick milk, he ignores that too.

"Mmm... Thmph--Thank you so much," Patricia says, between shoveling spoonfuls of the goopy mess into her mouth. She's not used to eating with such thick lips, so plenty spills down on to her chest--Only to be scooped up by her hungry fingers.

"No problem! How 'bout you, Will? Do you like it?"

"Huh?" William had been sitting frozen with his spoon halfway to his face, but after a moment he nods and takes a bite. "Yesh... Mph... Th-thanks, Jason."

The Alpha boy gives himself a few strokes under the table, staring at Patricia's cum-stained top. Need a little more stimulation, he decides--Then in a spur-of-the-moment move, he pretends to slip out of his seat.

"Woah," Jason yelps, shoving the chair to the floor. "Will, you kicked my chair!"

"Wha? Umm..." William looks like a deer in headlights as he gulps down a huge mouthful of "milk."

"William, what is with you today? I'm so sorry, hon," Patricia says, her lips dripping with jizz.

"Don't worry about it. Here, why don't you sit on my lap?"

William looks even more confused. "B-but your chair's right--"

"Of course, hon! C'mere..." Patricia hauls her massive rear end up off the chair for long enough for Jason to slip beneath--And to slip his cock between her legs. It pokes up between her thick thighs, the bulging head slapping against the underside of the table with every twitch--Just barely out of view of the oblivous MILF.

"Ungh... Thanks," Jason says, gyrating slowly beneath her. "...Feels good..."

"Yay! Glad you're comfy," Patricia giggles, digging in to her breakfast once again. After a few seconds, William reluctantly follows her lead... Only now, the contents of their bowls shakes and shudders as something bumps the table at regular intervals.

One particularly-hard thrust sends William's bowl tipping over, spilling a healthy amount of cum (and a few flakes of cereal) all over the tabletop.

"Lick it up," Jason grunts, without a moment's hesitation. He's more focused on fucking Patricia's thighs, but there's a firmness in his tone that William can't ignore.

"I... Okay," the cum-drunk, worn-down husband mutters, standing up and leaning over the table to lap at its surface.

A few minutes pass that way. Nobody speaks, but the kitchen is full of noise:

The relucant lick, lick, lick as William cleans the entire table.

The satisfied gmph, mph, mmm as Patricia finishes her meal.

The **** hngh, fuck, guh as Jason takes pleasure in her body.

The fleshy shlick, shlick, shlick of his cum-lubed shaft between her thighs.

And finally, the gasps, thunks, and crashes as Jason lifts Patricia to her feet, shoves her to the side, and slaps his meat down on the table--Pushing his cockhead directly into William's mouth.

"Guuuuuh! Drink my nuuut!" Losing control, Jason grabs the back of William's head and yells with pleasure as he pumps jizz down the man's throat. After watching him **** down a few thick wads, the Alpha remembers that he's supposed to be subtle.

"S-stay down there, Trish--Don't get up without m-my help," he stammers, holding William's head down despite the thrashes and gagging: he can't have his cumdump speaking just yet. "Sorry, I... Uh... Tripped."

"It's okay--I'm okay," Patricia calls up from the floor. Her nearly-empty cereal bowl was knocked down with her, and she immediately gets busy slurping out the last of its contents.

As for William, he's still swallowing the last few ropes of Jason's nut--And experiencing the high of a lifetime. His eyes roll back, his limbs smack uselessly against the table, and--Much to the shame of the part of his brain that's still online--He begins humping against the edge of the table.

There's a huge bulge in the man's pants--Not one-tenth as huge as Jason's, of course, but William is as erect as he's ever been. Even as the boy releases his head and slides out with a schlorp, leaving William to cough up cum, he continues pumping his hips like a dog in heat.

"Damn... Good thing your wife can't see you," Jason murmurs, slapping his cock across William's face.

That wakes him up a little, and his eyes flutter as more awareness returns... But by the time he's halfway-lucid, Jason has retreated from the table and is tucking away his fat, slowly-softening member.

"Here, Trish... Let me help..."

The process of helping her to her feet takes longer than it should, and probably involves just a little more breast-fondling than necessary. When she's finally standing, William is awake enough to stop mounting the table before Patricia can notice.

"I... I'll clean up," the man gasps, turning away to hide his hard-on. What the hell just happened? Why am I so... Wait, did I just...

"Aw, thanks, sweetheart--Wait, aren't I mad at you?" Patricia wrinkles her brow. For, like... Porn stuff?"

"...Yes, dear." He's far too tired, full, and oxygen-deprived to argue. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

That seems to satisfy her: leaning on Jason for support, they disappear from the kitchen once more.

With a hiccup and a sigh, William goes to fetch the mop.