Patricia serves Jason breakfast, so he returns the favor

"My sheets need to be washed," Jason says casually, before popping another piece of bacon into his mouth. His plate is loaded to the brim, at the expense of the Greenes' own meager meals. "They're pretty dirty."

William raises an eyebrow. "Honey, I thought you changed them after Alan left?"

"Mhm, I--" Patricia stops short, her eyes growing wide. I did... Which means... "Um, sorry about that. I'll do it right after breakfast."

Jason simply nods in reply, before moving onto the next subject: "I set up a tour of the Pearson's facility where I'll be interning soon. Who can give me a ride on Friday morning?"

"Take the bus," Todd replies snarkily, but his voice is drowned out by his mother, sister, and father all speaking at once:

"Of course, sweetheart, anything--"

"--I'll do it, I need the practice anyway--"

"--Sure, I can drop you off on the way to..." William trails off as he notices how enthusiastic his wife and daughter are. "...Uh, I suppose Brook does need the practice. Take the Ford, hon."

Todd throws up his hands in exasperation. "Hey, what if I need it?"

"You always stay in on Fridays anyway," Patricia snaps back a little too forcefully, before softening her tone: "Let your sister have fun."

"...Sure, 'fun.' Whatever... Have fun running his errands." With that, Todd gets up and leaves the kitchen.

"Speaking of the 'ol commute... Gotta run!" William rises to his feet as well, planting a kiss on his wife's head. "Thanks for breakfast, dear. Bye, kiddos!"

Patricia spares him a warm smile, but her eyes quickly return to their guest. The moment William is gone and the two women are left alone with Jason, they lean forward a little... But Jason leans back, slumping in his chair and stretching himself out.

"Ah... Finally, some leg room," he sighs contentedly. "Hope you girls don't mind if I relax a little." There's a rustling sound beneath the table, and a faint yet forceful smell begins to fill the room.

Brook and Patricia feel the effects immediately. Their nostrils flare, their pupils dilate, and their mouths fall open just a fraction.

"Um... Uh... Of-of c-course," Patricia stammers after a moment, rubbing awkwardly at her own neck and shoulder. It almost looks as if part of the MILF's mind is determined to tug off her blouse, while the rest is holding her back.

"Could I get some more bacon?" Jason's plate is empty, now, and he thrusts it in Patricia's direction.

"Oh, um, that's all I made, but... Here, have mine," she says, pushing her few strips of bacon over to him.

"That's very generous of you, but don't you still need something to eat? Gotta keep that body thick."

"I, um... Thank you, Jason, but--"

"Here, I think I've got a yogurt cup in my backpack. Pass me your cup."

Patricia bites her lip, then nods and gives Jason her empty juice glass. On some level she knows that there's something off about the steely-eyed boy's offer, but she can't bring herself to say no.

Meanwhile, Brook is watching silently as Jason lowers the cup beneath the table, maintaining eye contact with Patricia. First he leans forward, as if trying to grab something that's nearly on the floor--And then he lets out a grunt, his other arm moving slowly up and down.

"Almost g-got it," he gasps. "Ungh... Here we go..." An audible splurt, splurt, splurt fills the deathly-silent room. Most of the squelching noises are followed by a wet splat from even further down, but the last couple stand alone.

Both of the women squirm in their seats as their subconscious detects what just happened... And both let out an audible moan as the cup returns into view.

Patricia's glass is full to the brim with thick, glistening-white goo. The viscous substance is spilling over the rim a little, a dime-sized globule dripping slow-as-molasses down the outside.

"Here," Jason says, his voice somewhat unsteady as he hands over the cup. "Try it."

The dumbfounded mother's hand is trembling as she accepts the glass--And finds it warm to the touch. "This is... Yogurt..." It sounds more like she's trying to reassure herself than ask a question.

"Yep. I brought it here with me, but it should still be good. Really good. Trust me."

"I... I do trust you," Patricia replies under her breath, the glass moving unbidden towards her lips.

Brook stares at her mother, and the pearly liquid she's about to swallow. Something's bothering her, something important, but she just can't put her finger on it--

--Jason doesn't have his backpack with him.

But before she can raise any alarms, Patricia is drinking. No, drinking isn't the right word: chugging. Guzzling. She greedily empties the glass in seconds, upending it completely to get the thick liquid to flow--And when a substantial amount sticks to the sides, her tongue snakes out to scoop it up.

"M-Mom..." Brook rubs her thighs together as she watches her mother french-kissing the messy cup, a substantial amount spilling down her chin and dripping onto her top. "...Mom, that's enough..."

"Get your own," Patricia snaps, before going back in for another lick--But then her eyes widen a little, and she puts the cup down. "Um, I mean... Sorry, but I already finished it." Then she scrambles for a napkin, wiping at her face self-consciously. "S-sorry, that was... Rude..."

"Don't apologize," Jason replies. To the Greenes, those two words manage to both command and reassure: they visibly relax. "You guys go on with your day, alright? I'm gonna sit here a while, until I'm... Comfortable."

"Of course, make yourself at home," Patricia says from behind her napkin. When it finally falls, she's looking a little more dignified... Though her neckline is still covered in wet patches. "Oh, that reminds me: I need to clean your sheets! Call if you need anything, okay?"

Without waiting for a reply or looking at her daughter, Patricia flees the room.

Breathing heavily, Brook gets up as well. "I'd... Better go..."

"Sure." The moment she turns her back and shows Jason her legging-clad rear end, there's another splort beneath the table. "Mm... Don't be a stranger."

Giggling nervously, Brook practically runs for the door. I... I can't... GOD, he's so... AGH!