Not a creature was stirring, except for the MILF

After Patricia nods off, the rest of the family does as well. It's been a long day for everyone, after all, and the movie turned out to be pretty boring. Between the young woman's surgery, her father's hard day at the office, and their guest's constant load-pumping, everyone has reason enough to need extra sleep.

The first to conk out is the first to wake up, though, and Patricia ends up cracking her eyes open in the early hours of the morning. Brook is curled up on the floor, semen still caking her mouth and chest. William's reclining on the opposite end of the couch, snoring gently. And Jason...

...Jason is leaning up against Patricia, head supported by her large breasts. His face is turned halfway, practically nuzzling her: she can feel his breath on her thinly-covered nipple, and a tiny trickle of drool is making its way down her cleavage.

After a moment, Patricia senses the much larger trickle on her thigh: Jason's cockhead is poking out the bottom of his shorts, oozing onto the woman he's using as a pillow. The sensation sends a shiver up her spine, and she licks her lips as she stares at the few inches of exposed flesh--

--But then she sighs, smiles, and begins shifting Jason to the side. I shouldn't wake him... He needs his rest, she thinks, considering for a moment before gathering the boy in her arms.

A few seconds of shuffling and repositioning follows: Jason is thin and quite a bit shorter than Patricia, while she's a surprisingly-strong woman... But lifting an 18-year-old is still no easy task. She manages it, however, picking up his sleeping body and moving slowly towards the stairs.

A strange feeling takes hold of the housewife's heart as she makes her way up to her son's (now Jason's) bedroom. It's a unique and tantalizing combination of two nostalgic impulses... Strong emotions that she thought lost to time, resurfacing stronger than ever.

The first is the feeling of being not just loved, but needed; it's the satisfaction experienced by a parent who's responsible for fulfilling their child's every need, but also the loss of control that comes when those needs must supercede your own. It's a willing, loving sort of subservience; a connection that only years of slowly-rising independence can sever. A connection she once had with Todd, then Brook and Alan... Now Jason.

The second emotion that overtakes Patricia is raw, naive passion: the kind only felt at the beginning of a new relationship. It's a feeling that comes and goes quickly, especially as one ages and gains a fuller perspective on love. But something about Jason (or multiple "somethings," pharmaceutical and otherwise) has brought it back, stronger than ever. More passion than she has felt for even William, a man she loves very deeply; more naivete than she experienced in her first relationship as a teenager; more excitement than either.

As she hauls Jason up the stairs, the taboo combination of these feelings drives the fatigue out of her mind and the soreness out of her muscles. It stomps down any embarassment she should feel at the huge cock flopping against her leg, or the fact that the boy's head is nestled between her breasts. It denies her the chance to hesitate when it's time to strip Jason down and tuck him into bed... And after that, it doesn't allow her to leave.

Almost an hour later, it's William's turn to stumble to bed. After tucking in his daughter (stopping only for a moment to frown in confusion at her modified body), he makes his way up the stairs...

...Fap... Fap... Fap...

A slow, rhythmic slapping sound is coming from Jason's bedroom, punctuated by the occasional wet slurp. For a split-second, William thinks it sounds like somebody masturbating--But no, that can't be. The sound is too slow, too deep. It would take a cock the size of a baseball bat, and even then, you couldn't make a sound like that with just your hands. You'd need something bigger, fleshier, heavier, rounder...

...Fap... Fap... Slurp... Fap...

Shrugging, William heads into the master bedroom and shuts the door. Crawling into bed, he finds it empty--But before he can even guess at where his wife is, his eyes are already drifting shut.

Another hour after that, a sound wakes him up for the second time. Patricia is creeping into the bedroom, and as she turns, the moonlight catches on her chest.

Her bare, semen-soaked chest.

"Honey..." William begins to sit up. "Wuh, whas--"

Patricia moves quickly to the bedside, placing a hand on her husband's shoulder. "Sssh, it's okay, sweetheart... Go back to sleep."

"B-buh... What's that on--"

"Sleep, baby," she continues, climbing into bed with him. The straps of her dress are still askew, letting her heavy breasts flop onto William's body as she settles in. They're covered in a thick layer of goo, still warm to the touch, that soon begins to soak into both the man's pajamas and his mind. "C'mere... That's it... Back to sleep..."

William opens his mouth to say something, but Patricia is pulling him into an embrace that leaves his head smushed against her tits. A huge wad of jizz ends up sliding between his lips, and the only word that comes out is a half-hearted "gmph."

Then he begins to make more sounds... Confused, satisfied, sleepy sounds. He isn't actively licking at the mess that's glued to his wife's breasts, but he doesn't pull away from her hug, and so more and more of the stuff inevitably ends up in his mouth. Every drop saps his awareness a little more, until he has **** but to fall asleep.

"...Good boy," Patricia whispers, barely aware of what she's doing to her husband. But as soon as the phrase leaves her mouth, she feels odd about saying it. That's not right... He's not my good boy. He's--He's my husband, and I love him, but--He's not my good boy.

"Goodnight, my love," she tries again, even quieter this time. Why doesn't that sound right either?

Resting her head atop William's, she gives up and closes her eyes. Oh well... He's... He's something. He's special to me... Even if he's not the MOST special, or--Ah, I'm just tired. It'll make sense in the morning.