Nope. You’re bushed for the night

If you had really wanted too you could’ve probably heaved yourself up and bummed around your a bit more until you recovered and given it to Lisa, at least once more, before you hit the hay, but you decided against it. It wasn’t all that late, but you had an exhausting day today, physically and mentally, and you could tell already that tomorrow wasn’t going to be any better. Sleep was already starting to take hold so you decided to just let it.

Lisa seemed just as exhausted, she had her head on your chest and her arm draped across you and laid there as you drifted off.

Next thing you knew you were peeling your tired eyes apart looking at your bedroom ceiling, dimly illuminated by a dull light filtering in through the curtains. But something was off…. You remembered Lisa, but she wasn’t beside you anymore. As you slowly started to wake up you slowly became more and more aware of your surrounding, until you quickly sat up and tossed your covers off to reveal Lisa between your legs, bobbing her head up and down along your shaft.

“Mrrnin’!” She mumbled with a mouthful of dick, flashing you an attempt at a smile before going back to work.

That was one way to deal with morning wood.

You laid back down to enjoy Lisa’s mouth around your meat. It was still relatively early and you were still pretty tired, but it was still one hell of a way to wake up. You really didn’t know what you did to deserve being walked into this reality, but you hit the jackpot.

Now that you were awake Lisa’s long slow bobs were slowly starting to pick up in speed. She seemed to be a woman on a mission now. You wouldn’t be a very good host if you didn’t help her though.

You reached down and grabbed a fitful of her hair, garnering a wince from her as she ground to a stop, but you paid that no mind and instead started pounding into her throat. With vigour that you ordinarily reserved for the afternoon, you yanked her head against your thrusts and fucked her throat like she was a cheap sex doll. For her part, Lisa sucked like a vacuum and despite making an occasional messy gagging noise, put up with your treatment like a champ.

It wasn’t long before you buried yourself into Lisa’s throat and dumped your first load of the day down her throat, and it wasn’t even seven-thirty yet.

“Whew! You’re pretty energetic in the morning!” Lisa gasped and giggled sitting up and wiping her chin after sucking down your load.

“I don’t usually have a girl blow me in the morning.”

“Really?” Lisa was clearly taken aback, but quickly went shifted to a smile, “Well I’m glad I was here for you then.”

You just chuckled and got out of bed. This new reality was great. You weren’t really a morning person, although you had heard they existed, but if you could be woken up with a blowjob every morning you could see yourself getting used to it. That was definitely something you’d have to get Gwen do for you.

Right! Jason was bringing his mom over today! You had just came but you were already giddy with excitement. You barely even noticed Lisa slipping past you and throwing her clothes back on in your living room.

“Oh, hey… you’re leaving?”

“Yeah, sorry I can’t stay any longer, but I’ve gotta get back to work.” She flashed you a genuinely apologetic smile and squeezed herself into her tight leather outfit.

“I can’t get you breakfast or anything?” Considering you kept her all night, and honestly skipped out on dinner in lieu of pounding her as much as you could, you felt kind of bad sending her off just like that.

“Oh my gosh!” Lisa covered her mouth and giggled, “You’d actually feed a cumdump like me? No thank you though, I’ll just grab something at work, maybe I’ll stop by sometime for a fuck though.” With that, she blew you a kiss and clopped out the door in her oversized stripper heels.

And all you could do was blink at the door in her wake. In your entire life you were pretty sure you had never met anyone that would ever call themselves a ‘cumdump’ in any situation.

A moment later your stomach roared and reminded you that you had skipped dinner, so after getting your clothes back on you went about throwing together a meal.

After cobbling together a quick, simple breakfast you sat down in front of your T.V and mindlessly flicked through channels to kill time. You weren’t sure how long you wanted to wait for Jason to bring his mother over, but you felt it would’ve been polite to not bug him until noon at least.

T.V was certainly a wild ride though. Day time T.V still had a pretty weak line up, loads of talk shows, the kinds marketed towards stay at home moms. There wasn’t really an increase in men from what you were expecting, but the men that had been dragged there by their significant others drew a whole lot more attention than normal. All of the celebrity hostesses were usually dressed up in fetishistic clothing that barely passed as clothes, and instead of sitting in chairs there was almost always a man behind them railing them hard while the host’s nattered on about some useless nonsense. In the audience shots you could see that through a sea of women there were still a few guys swimming through a sea of pussy, **** smiles painted on most of their faces as they listed to whatever the host’s would be screeching about at the moment.

Beyond the sex it was the same kind of shows you remembered. Same noisy hosts, same useless plugs of snake oil and fad diets, same sheep in the audience that would screech on cue whenever the host said some kind of buzzword. If it wasn’t for all the women ripe for the fucking filling nearly every inch of the studio’s you’d probably be as uninterested as any normal guy in this reality.

You also flicked over to some low brow sitcom reruns from the night before. Even while they were packed with sex you could barely stand some of them. The novelty of being literally porn with a laugh track got old incredibly fast. Somehow, in a reality where sex was normal, shitty writers managed to use it as a crutch to try and save their shitty writing.

At some point you accidentally ended up switching to some kids shows and froze in terrified expectation but were pleasantly surprised. Thankfully this reality still had some sense of decency, maybe a decision by Charles, but everything you saw was relatively tame. Some of the jokes they were comfortable with telling on these shows were jaw dropping though. It was to the point where you had to debate how weird it would be for a single man in his twenties to be a fan of bob the builder just because he called his cement truck a slut.

Commercials were a bit of a trip too. Most were identical to what you knew with only minor differences, an example being; some fully clothed woman pulls her dishes out of her dishwasher. She sees some glasses are streaked, and panics, saying guests will be over any minute and begs her husband to distract them. Cut to plugging some superior soap, and then back to the husband starting an orgy in the entryway of their home with the neighbours, a nervous look of concentration on his face while his wife is in the background scrubbing the glasses frantically. Some didn’t even add the sex though, possibly because they didn’t know how or it just didn’t fit the tone of whatever they were trying to plug. Other’s were just on a whole other level though, you couldn’t tell if they were selling something or if they were porn for some really freaky niche fetishes.

It was no surprise that you ended up with a raging boner. A quick glance at the time revealed it wasn’t even nine yet. Clearly getting your hands on Gwen was going to take a bit more time. It was disappointing, but trying to hold yourself back was a bit difficult. You considered jerking off for about a second but then remembered you might as well head out and try to get to know some of your neighbours a little better. That was certainly a good thought, but the mere idea of getting Gwen later today was enough to cow you into trying to hold back. She was practically within your reach and you didn’t want to settle for some random slut anymore.

You ended up turning the T.V off in defeat. You finally got the chance to get your hands on your friend’s mom, with his own blessing to boot, and you had to wait. You had half a mind rush over to his place and drag her home with you. But you couldn’t do that, that would’ve been weird right?

Come to think of it, it would’ve also been a crime. You didn’t actually own his mother yet, it was just a verbal agreement, you still technically needed Jason’s permission to fuck his mom.

There went that idea, but it did remind you that he had said he’d email you her ownership forms and you hadn’t actually looked into that yet.

You didn’t have anything else to do so you threw yourself in front of the computer and popped open your email.

Yep, one new message from Jason. Sent late last night, probably while you were fucking Lisa based on the timestamp.

Inside was just an encrypted link to a government website, which led to a rather clinical, and official looking form. It had Gwendolyn Juniper Brookes under ‘female’ Jason’s full name under ‘previous owner,’ ‘new owner’ was blank, and one of the few places the form let you type anything in.

You glanced over the rest of the form but there wasn’t actually much to read. The bulk of it was left open for information to be filled out, but most of it was blank. The largest blank section was dedicated to ‘health’ and ‘modifications.’ In that section there were Gwen’s measurements, which were pretty interesting to read, but you’d be getting more than that soon enough. It listed her age at forty-four as well as her birthday coming up in a couple months. Modifications was marked with a simple ‘none.’

You couldn’t speak for her husband, but it made sense that Jason wouldn’t spend any money on modifying a woman he didn’t really feel like fucking. Come to think of it, you knew Gwen loved her husband to the point of not actively seeking anyone else after his ****, but you had no idea how long they were together, clearly not long enough for him to consider her natural state lacking in any way.

It left her a blank slate for you to do as you pleased though, so it was hard to complain.

One thing that especially caught your attention there was a small box that simply said, ‘fertile.’ You had to eye that for a moment. Below that was a small section for for ‘value’ and it summarized your dealing from yesterday with Jason, that is she was valued at ‘thirty dollars and some good advice.’

Once it finally sunk it that you were looking at an honest to goodness government form to claim ownership of your friends mother you immediately filled in whatever sections you needed; name, email, government issued id, etc and hit send. You filed it frantically, half expecting Jason to phone you up in a panic and try to call the whole thing off.

That was stupid obviously. You had the email for several hours and hadn’t heard a peep from him, he obviously didn’t care.

Once the page loaded and thanked you for filing the forms you leaned back in your chair and grinned at the ceiling.

The deed was done. Part of you still felt filthy for being apart of the trade of another human being, one of your closest friend’s mothers of all people at that. It was a government form though, so what harm could there be?

A couple seconds later there was a loud, intentional pounding on your door. You nearly leapt out of your chair in shock and waited for the banging to resuming. When it did you shuffled over and opened it hesitantly.

On the other side, grinning at you like a madman was Jason.

“That was fast.” You wheezed, quieting down your beating heart.

“Hah! I wasn’t expecting you to be awake, but I couldn’t wait any longer!” Jason chuckled as you swung the door open all the way, “I couldn’t sleep at all last night waiting for today.”

“Same.” You choked out.

In the face of his excitement you couldn’t bring yourself to admit that the night before you brought his mother home you fell asleep easily with your dick in another woman.

“Me neither….” Gwen grumbled alerting you to her presence.

Standing right behind Jason was his mother in some simple beige bootcut pants, some beat up looking tennis shoes and a brown turtleneck, although the collar of the sweater was pulled down to allow access to one end of a leash to be clipped to the plastic collar underneath, the other end of the leash in her balled up fist. You took note of the ruby red LED glowing in the cheap plastic ring. You also noticed that by Gwen’s feet were two suitcases.

Beside Gwen was Chrissy, giving you a friendly smile, with a yellow access collar of considerably higher quality than Gwen’s. Chrissy also had a leash, but Jason was holding the other end of her’s.

Chrissy was wearing some elastic, canary yellow, hot pants. She was still topless though and had her arms behind her back, you were expecting to see her cuffed just by the way she held her arms, but she just seemed to be standing like that to push her small, perky breasts out along with her erect nipples. She also had a pair of suitcase’s beside her.

Counting one more that Jason pushed into your apartment, you were shocked at just how much Gwen brought. Even though your probably shouldn’t have been considering she was moving in now.

“You had some good ideas,” Jason grinned at you and flicked his gaze over to Chrissy, “so I hope you don’t mind, but I don’t really feel like stay for too long.”

“Oh yeah, that’s fine!” You finally realized he wasn’t excited about selling you his mother, he wanted to get Chrissy some presents, he didn’t give one shit what you did with his mother, “Let me get the money.”

It turned out you didn’t have any bill smaller than a twenty on you so you ended up having to apologetically fork over a single bill and a fistful of change. Jason didn’t seem to care much, Chrissy seemed to be off in her own world, and Gwen focused on the exchange with a blank look on her face.

“Hey, thanks man! I also threw in one of Chrissy’s old leashes and collars, just to get you started” Jason shoved the money into his pocket without even counting, “I’m gonna leave you to it then. Have fun!” With that he hugged his mom, which she returned far more enthusiastically that you were expecting based on her emoting thus far, “And if you have any questions about owning a slut or whatever, feel free to ask me.”

Afterwards Jason turned and left, with Chrissy in tow giving you a wave as she went. And then it was just you and Gwen, alone in your apartment.

“Home sweet home – I suppose….” Gwen winced and gave a heavy sigh while she knelt down, unlatched her leash and placed it on the floor beside her, then went about unlacing her shoes.

You finally had her. That was it. She was yours, not strings attatched to do whatever you wanted with. You could hardly believe it. Only one question was on your mind…