Monkey see, monkey twerk

The next morning, William is getting ready to go to work when he hears the TV turn on. Leaning his head into the living room, he expects to see his wife watching one of her soap operas while cleaning--But instead finds Jason tuning in to MTV.

"Good morning," he says, trying to ignore the massive bulge in the boy's shorts: one of its legs is loose, while the other is decidedly not.

"Hey, Will. Can you grab me a coffee?"

"Well, I... Uh... Sure." Picking up the pace so that he doesn't end up late for work, William rushes back to the kitchen and pours his guest a cup. When he looks up from the counter, he sees his wife... Much more of her than usual.

Patricia is wearing a pair of cut-off denim shorts--Recently cut off, judging by the frayed edges and their striking resemblance to her favorite pair of jeans. Miles and miles of thick, creamy thigh explode out of the bottom, along with a healthy portion of her huge ass cheeks.

Her belly is exposed, too, since her top doesn't reach that far. She's absolutely stuffed into one of her daughter's shirts, which barely manages to hide the upper half of Patricia's much-larger chest. With each swaying step she takes toward her husband, the MILF's nipples threaten to pop out.

"P--Patty--" William gapes at her, the full cup slipping from his grasp--

"Watch it," Patricia yelps, lunging forward to catch it. "You nearly dropped your coffee!"

"It's, uh... It's Jason's..."

"You almost dropped our guest's coffee?" With a tsk of disapproval, Patricia grabs a paper towel, wipes a drip of coffee off the side of the cup, then turns to leave. "Just... Go to work. I'll take care of him."

"I'm sorry... B-but about your outfit--"

"Go, William. I've got this."

With that she sashayed off into the living room, the sight of her half-naked bubble butt nearly giving her husband a heart attack.

Swallowing hard, William goes about his off-to-work routine. Just as he grabs his keys, there's a "nice" from the living room... Followed by a smack, and a giggle. That's about all he can take without intervening: instead of going straight to his car, he takes the long route in order to get a peek at what's going on.

Patricia is watching TV with Jason. William breathes a sigh of relief when he sees that she's sitting in a chair, rather than snuggling up to him on the couch...

...But that relief disappears when he sees what they're watching, and how Jason is reacting. A rap music video is playing, and the backup dancers' twerking seems to be getting the boy excited. His shorts aren't so much tenting as they are failing: In addition to the bulge in the crotch caused by Jason's huge balls, his nearly apple-sized cockhead is beginning to poke out of the leg. With each passing second, it juts out a little further; as one of the dancers shakes her obviously-fake booty right in the camera, a rope of pre-cum shoots out onto the floor.

Spluuurt.

The noise gets Patricia's attention. She stares at the dripping member hanging out of the boy's shorts, mouth agape--Much like her husband.

"I--I gotta go," William stammers, before turning and practically fleeing out the door. Neither of the others hear him.

"Their, um... Their butts are so big," Patricia says, awkwardly starting up some conversation. The room's been silent since William left, and she's having a hard time not staring at Jason's crotch. "Do you think they're fake, or...?"

"Definitely." He runs a hand down the leg of his pants, smoothing it out--And giving himself a subtle stroke. "Still not as big as yours, though."

"J-Jason! That's--"

"I meant it as a compliment," he continues with a grin. "Seriously, it's a good thing. I know you're a little older, but guys like their butts really big nowadays."

"I..." Patricia shifts in her seat, rubbing her thighs together out of nervousness... Mostly nervousness, anyway. "If you say so."

"Trust me. Just look at those girls," he says, gesturing at the TV. "They spent a lot of money to look like that, and all you had to do was have a few hamburgers and some kids."

"Um... Thank you?"

"You're welcome." With that Jason leans over and lays a kiss on her cheek--Then another on her neck.

"Uh--Look at how they're dancing," Patricia stammers, leaning away slightly. "It's so..."

"Pretty hot, huh? It's called 'twerking.'"

"I know what it's called! I'm not that old," she giggles. "They're just... Wow. Are you sure mine's bigger than that?"

"Pretty sure. It's all in how you move it--It's not a fair comparison if you're just sitting there." Jason looks at her expectantly, then gives her a little pat on the thigh. "Go on. Try it."

"Try... Twerking?"

"Yeah." Jason turns up the volume on the TV, then leans back with his arms crossed behind his head. "C'mon, let's see you move that fat ass!"

Todd comes downstairs to grab a drink, humming a tune to himself. His outrage at that ridiculous family meeting is starting to fade: a combination of the passage of time, a hectic work day, and the psychogenic sperm-fumes flooding the house has softened the blow.

He's even humming a tune to himself, one of the lofi hip hop beats he's been listening to while working. He enters the kitchen, opens the fridge--

...Fapfapfapfapfap...

Swallowing hard, he peers into the living room.