Jerking in the living room, jacking in the kitchen

"That sounds like--Oh!" You hear your mother stop short as she enters the living room, taking in the sight of Cassidy jerking off. "W-what are you doing?"

"Can't use you anymore... Gotta bust a nut somehow," your brother grunts. "Wanna watch this show with me?"

"I, uh... What is it? Cartoons?" She pauses. "...What's all the stuff on that girl's face?"

"Cum," Cassidy snaps back. "She just blew all her classmates."

"Oh, God! Th-that's... I... Ugh. You can't just, um, masturbate in front of people. This is private!"

"Hasn't been too private lately," he replies. "Gonna take a while to break the habit, Mom. Unless you're ready to start taking your medicine again..?"

"No, Cassidy. God, I can't believe you!" With that, you hear Mom coming your way.

Before she can stomp into the kitchen, you whip your own cock out. You lean back against the counter and strike a casual pose as you begin jacking off.

Your mom is mumbling to herself as she comes around the corner. She's wrapped in a towel, which reaches just above her nipples and just below her wide hips. "My own son... What have we done--" She freezes the moment she sees you, hands flying to her mouth. "AH! You too?"

"Huh?" You try not to smile as you pump your dick in her direction. "What's up?"

Mom pauses for a moment. A few months ago, she might have been smart enough to ask a question like "are you two trying to manipulate me," or even just "what are you kids up to?" Nowadays, though, she doesn't catch on that fast... Or at all.

"I can't believe how horny you boys have gotten... I think your father and I made a mistake."

"Good," you chuckle. "It's settled, then. Get on your knees, I'm gonna nut soon."

"Wha--No! We made a mistake letting this go on for so long," she snaps. "You and Cassidy should never have been my only source of, um, medicine. It's inappropi... Unassep... It's bad."

"Whatever," you grunt, closing your eyes as you approach orgasm. "Mmm..." With that you begin unloading all over the kitchen floor, thrusting into the air as streaks of cum splatter on the tiles. Some of it lands just inches away from your mother's bare feet, and she takes a step back.

"Marcus! USE A CUP!"

"Huh?" You keep jerking off, but slow down the pace as the last drops of cum fall from your glistening head. "Why?"

"S-so I can dri--take it after you're done, and... And stay smart!"

She's looking down at your spilled load, and you notice her legs tremble a little. Oh, shit... Her instincts are telling her to lick it up, you think, stifling a laugh. Out loud, you just say "...Naw."

"What do you mean, 'naw?' I need it!"

"You said it yourself... Our arrangement is done. No more using my cock like a pharmacy," you reply. "Frankly, the whole thing was a bit degrading anyway."

"B-but... I NEED it! To live!"

"Look, Mom. You've got three choices: you can suck it from the source, just like old times--"

"NO," she shouts, her towel nearly falling off as she tenses up. She manages to catch it, blushing a little as she takes a moment to calm down. "...No. Your father--My husband said no more of that."

"Okay, okay. Option two is that you get your medicine somewhere else."

"That doesn't sound so bad--"

"It wouldn't be, if you had a husband with fully-functioning balls," you continue with a smirk. "As it is, you'll need to ask neighbors and strangers and shit... And most of them have their own women to worry about. Why would they give their valuable time and spunk to some whore with a deadbeat husband?" Mom looks surprised, then outraged, but you keep talking before she can blow up on you. "...Especially when she doesn't even have the common courtesy to suck them off first? C'mon, be realistic. Beggars can't be choosers."

"I... I..." Her angry expression lingers for a moment, then turns to defeat. "...What's the, um... The other option?"

"Don't think I didn't notice you eyeing up the mess on the floor," you reply. "You can't keep your eyes off it for five seconds. I guess you know how much you need it, huh?" She shivers as you emphasize the word "need."

"Yuh... Yes... I mean, no, I--"

"The third option is that you lick it up, like the **** cumslut you are."

"MARCUS!" She stomps her foot, but since she's barefoot and half-naked the gesture loses some of its weight... Though you do get a nice view of her jiggling curves.

"Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me anything I've just said is wrong," you scoff. "I already know which option you're gonna choose."