Meat beating family meeting

After an hour of secluded seething, William emerges from his office. The house is mercifully quiet: no slap, slap, slap of a teenager jerking his inhuman rod, and no daughter moaning in the bathroom. And yet, he's still on-edge: the smell of Jason's seed still permeates the hallway, and the only thing he can see when he closes his eyes is--

It's family meeting time. I don't want to--I WILL NOT be **** to watch such perversion in my own home. Never again.

He finds it oddly hard to work up confidence, but by the time he gets to the bottom of the stairs, there's at least some purpose in his step. Entering the kitchen, he opens his mouth to start shouting and gathering everyone for a meeting, and intervention--

--But everyone is already there.

"William, honey," Patricia says, smiling happily at her startled husband. Jason is at her side, while their son and daughter sit opposite. "I was just about to call you. Jason has something to tell us."

An apology? William's spirits begin to rise. He knows... He understand how inappropriate that was. Thank God.

"I haven't been up-front with you," the boy begins, leaning back in his chair. He looks remarkably relaxed while engaged in public speaking for someone his age, addressing a group of near-strangers who he recently wronged. "I should've told you about my condition when I moved in."

"C-condition?" Patricia's eyes are full of concern as she turns her whole body toward him. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"Don't worry, Trish." All of the Greenes flinch upon hearing her least-favorite nickname... Except for Patricia herself, who looks relieved. "It's nothing serious--Well, nothing life-threatening, anyway. Not if I manage it."

"What are you--" Todd begins, but his sister shushes him before he can interrupt further.

"Some of you have probably noticed that I've been keeping myself... Stimulated. It's because I have to. There was a mix-up back in the OZ, and without my mother here to handle it..."

William cringes: he's well aware of the incestual depravity that goes on in Oedipal Zones, but he tries not to think about it. Todd looks similarly awkward, while the girls are simply hanging on Jason's words.

"...The bottom line is, I need to orgasm often. And hard. The more the better, but at least once every couple of hours... More in the evening, so that I can sleep safely. Even then, the nighttime emissions are... Well, you saw the sheets," he continues, reaching out to stroke Patricia's shoulder affectionately. "Sorry about that."

"No, it's okay," she gasps. "I had no idea--I'm so sorry--"

"Sorry for what?" Todd scoffs. "You've been waiting on him hand and foot since he--"

"And I appreciate it," Jason plows ahead, "but I might need a little more from you."

"You can't be saying... What I think you're saying," William says, his voice quiet.

"I'm not a mind-reader, Will," Jason replies with a smirk. "Look, I'll be plain: y'all are too plain." He gives Patricia another friendly rub, then looks over at Brook. "I understand that you might like to dress conservatively--You're both classy ladies--But I don't just need physical stimulation. If I had a little more skin to look at, as often as possible... Ideally all day... Then it'd be a lot easier to relieve the pressure. Don't get me wrong: your lovely bodies are already quite stimulating already. But this is some next-level hyperspermia, and If I can't keep up with it, I could get seriously hurt."

For a brief moment, there's apprehension on Patricia's face, and even some disgust on Brook's... But as Jason finishes his speech, shifts position, and winces a little, they melt.

"Of course! That's the least we can do," Patricia says, placing her hand on his.

Brook smiles. "I've been wanting to slut it up anyway, so--"

"Dude!" Todd stands up suddenly, knocking over his chair. "Not what I wanna hear from my sister--And not what I wanna see, either. J-just... Watch some porn, or something! Don't you have that big-ass TV in your room now?"

"Believe me, I've tried... But the real thing is so much better. Besides, your mom and sister are hotter than any porn star!"

"Aww, thanks sweetie," Patricia giggles. "And calm down, Todd. I think we can handle a little wardrobe update."

"I think I have some stuff kicking around," Brook says with a glint in her eye. "And Mom... Maybe you can borrow some of my clothes? Not much of it will fit at all, but some of the loose stuff might look nice and skimpy on you."

William picks his jaw up off the floor, and tries to speak: "Honey, I'm not... I don't..." But by the time his voice rises above a whisper, the ladies are already gone.

With a contented sigh, Jason looks at the two men. "So... That went well. You're a lucky man, William."

"...I... I, uh..."

"Would you two mind clearing out of here? I gotta nut." Rising to his feet, Jason begins the laborious process of pushing his sweat pants down over his gigantic bulge. "Quickly, now. You're in the splash zone."

With that William and Todd both flee the room, horrified by what has transpired yet eager to banish it from their minds as soon as possible. The last thing they hear is the meaty slap of Jason's cock slamming down on the table, and the creak as it nearly gives way under the weight.