Patricia settles on a procedure... But the details are up in the air

A week later, Patricia is sitting nervously in the waiting room of Pearson's Perfections. She's about to make a major life change... A change to her body... And hardly anyone knows she's there.

Not Jason: this whole thing might be for him, but she wouldn't know how to bring it up. Married women aren't SUPPOSED to be giddy over their sons' friends... And besides, this should be a surprise.

Not Peter or Todd, either. She's gone to great lengths to hide this from them, without really hiding it: she's alluded to a "big makeover," on the few occasions that they care enough to ask about her schedule.

Certainly not Brook, who's the main reason she's considering plastic surgery in the first place. While Patricia's conscious mind still won't entirely accept the notion that she's about to objectify herself in order to outdo her daughter in getting Jason's attention, she's still aware enough to avoid the subject around her competition.

If I told her, she might do something even more ****, says the hormone-addled part of the MILF's brain... Worried not about her daughter's dignity, but about what would happen to her own cum intake if her younger, slimmer daughter had the bigger set of tits as well.

Relax, Patty-cakes. You can do this... It's just a little procedure to firm up the girls, and some subtle lip fillers. No big deal--Lots of women your age do it, without... She swallows hard, imagining Jason's spuring cock. ...Without such a good reason...

The doctor who comes to fetch her smirks a little as he finds Patricia rubbing her thighs together and staring off into space. As usual, she's dressed to impress: a long skirt that hugs her ass, with a tied-off white shirt on top.

Dressed like a secretary, the doctor thinks as he calls her name and leads her into a consultation room. Wish I had one who looked like that. Maybe after my performance review? I bet they'll let me mod her myself--Oh, hey, this can be my practice run!

Because of his own lecherous agenda, the plastic surgeon spends the next twenty minutes trying to convince Patricia to push her tastes just a little further.

"...Oh, of course you need the lip fillers. Don't second-guess yourself! In fact, I have some ideas..."

"...Those implants are great, but I really think you'd look better a size up. Most men these days..."

"...Is this for someone special? Ah, I knew it! I bet he'd like it if you..."

Eventually, though, she settles on a few minor facial procedures and pair of implants that are just barely larger than the ones she picked out beforehand. The doctor seems disappointed, but goes to fill out some paperwork and enter her information into Pearson's database.

The ridiculously-thorough, privacy-ignoring system quickly flags Patricia as a member of Jason's current household. Seeing that he works for the clinic, it immediately pings him through their employee app, "Pearsonification."

Jason lazily reaches over to his bedstand. The slight motion causes his half-erect member to flop to one side, and it's quickly followed by Brook's desperately-suckling mouth. She lets out a disgruntled moan, which turns to satisfaction as her lips reattach to his jizz-leaking urethra.

"Hngh... Oh, wow. Wow. Hey Bri-Bri, guess what your mom's up to right now?"

"Hmm?" Her big, round eyes peer up at him, but her mouth stays locked on his tip. "...Mhm?"

Chuckling, Jason scrolls through Patricia's profile as it fills in real-time. "Huh... Quite the order she's put together. Could be better, though."

"Mm? Mmm..." No longer interested, Brook turns her attention back to Jason's cock. She places both hands at the base and begins to stroke, hoping for another erection and another bucketful of piping-hot cum.

Thinking with his quickly-rising dick, Jason's thumb hovers over the button labeled "Edit (Admin)." Despite his intern status, he has the necessary privileges to modify the details of Patricia's impending surgery.

"What do you think, Brizzles? Should I mess with Mommy's appointment?"

"...Mmm... Mph..." Brook grunts an ambiguous reply--Just enough to be polite, without taking even one brain cell away from the task of milking him.

Jason lets out another snort of laughter, patting her head. "Pretty unethical, even for me, but... Hmm."