Patricia puts on a shameful show, for all of the men in her house

"Fuck, your ass is--Hngh--I'm gonna... Guh--GUH!"

Jason's words quickly devolve into a series of animalistic grunts. By the time Todd pops his head around the corner, he's unloading on Patricia's ass.

The MILF's cutoff jean shorts have been ripped at the back, presumably by Jason's pawing hands. One of them is still on her waist, tugging at a belt loop and pulling her gyrating rear end closer to his crotch. The other leg of the homemade garment is split in two, revealing Patricia's bare ass... Well, bare save for all the cum.

Jason's thick, creamy load splorts noisily onto her shorts, her skin, and the back of her shirt. After a few furious pumps, the impossibly-hung young man pulls her closer, sticking his apple-sized cockhead through the ripped opening. Almost immediately, white goo begins oozing from both legholes, dripping slowly down Patricia's thick thighs.

Eyes crossed and tongue lolling out, she leans back into the onslaught of jizz. Squatting over Jason's sitting form, she lets out a few moans of her own... Much higher-pitched than the boy's, but just as euphoric.

Todd's jaw drops as he realizes that he's watching his mother orgasm. The feeling of Jason's seed gushing against her pussy--Not to mention the pheromones contained within--Is bringing Patricia to the most intense climax of her life. Even as she struggles to remain standing, her hips still twerk along with the music... Drawing yet more cum out of Jason's churning balls.

And "churning" is no exagguration: the boy's shorts are down at his ankles, giving Todd a full view of his slowly-undulating, grapefruit-sized balls. They contract with each fresh wad of jizz, the rhythm matching the expansion, staining, and spillage from Patricia's ruined shorts.

"Mmm, fuuuck... You're so good at this," Jason groans, reaching down to grab one of his own balls. Then he squeezes--Not very hard, but even a soft grip is enough to draw out another few splurts of cum. "...Ungh... I feel... So much better..."

After a few moments of heavy panting, Patricia sways forward a little. Jason's heavy cock drops out of her shorts, nearly hitting the floor even in its softening state.

Slowly but inevitably, the wife and mother of two topples face-first towards the floor. She catches herself on the way down, ending up sprawled over the coffee table... Her huge, half-clothed, cum-coated ass thrusting back towards Jason.

"Nice view, jizzdump," the boy mutters, before glancing at Todd.

Oh fuck. He sees me. The older boy suddenly feels like a deer in headlights, though he isn't quite sure why. I'm the one who caught THEM in the act! I should be angry!

But before he can work himself up any further, his mother lets out a purr of pleasure and cracks her eyes open. "Oh... Todd... What do you want?"

"Wh-what do I..." He shakes his head in disbelief. "...M-Mom... Wh-what are you--"

"I was just helping Jason with his problem," she says, at the same time that Jason himself replies: "She's draining my nuts. Duh."

That gets a giggle out of Patricia, who props herself up a little--But keeps her back arched and her ass thoroughly presented. "He's such a strong, healthy boy... Just needs a little help, that's all." She absentmindedly swirls her foot around in a circle, drawing it through the thick pile of sludge that's gathering on the floor behind her. Between the ropes that missed her backside and the jizz streaming down her legs, it's a few feet in diameter and almost an inch deep at its centre.

"That's--This is--" He takes a deep breath. "You're cheating on Dad!"

"Nonsense," she replies softly. "Of course I'm not... I... I'm just helping..." But there's a worried expression on her face, as though her son's words are beginning to break through the fog in her mind.

Todd can't muster any more, however, and suddenly he turns and flees back upstairs.

Shrugging, Jason reaches for the remote and turns up the music. "One more lapdance, Trish?"

"I... Well, I mean, if you need..."

Before she can come to a decision, they hear the sound of the car door. William's car door.

"Oh--Um, he must be coming back for something, he does that sometimes--" Patricia springs to her feet, suddenly looking very self-conscious. "Oh dear, I'm a mess--I'd better--"

"Here, I'll help," Jason says, jumping up as well. Thinking quickly, he grabs the tatters of her jean shorts and lays them flat against her ass with a splat--Gluing them back in place with his own jizz. The effect isn't exactly convincing, but she almost looks like she's wearing an intact pair of shorts again... A soaking-wet, ripped-up, constantly-oozing pair of shorts.

Patricia moans softly at his touch. "...Th-thank you, Jason..."

"My pleasure." With that he moves his hand away from her sticky ass and up to the back of her neck, pulling the taller woman into a passionate kiss.

As their tongues dance, Patricia forgets where she is... Who she is...

...Until the lock on the front door clicks.

Trembling slightly, Patricia opens her eyes to find Jason gone... And her husband staring at her.

"Hi, sweetie," she says, still panting. She folds her hands in front of her crotch, hoping to hide some of the mess.

It more-or-less works, but not for the reason she thinks: that position causes her arms to press her breasts together, creating an obscene amount of cleavage--Especially since her heavy tits are stuffed into one of her daughter's shirts.

After a moment of staring, William clears his throat. "Um... Just have to pick up a couple... Hm." Confusion creeps into his expression as he sees the state of his living room, and notice something on his wife's legs--But then he sniffs, shudders, and shakes his head. "...Yeah. Don't mind me."

Patricia smiles and nods silently, her eyes following her husband as he leaves the room. The moment he's gone, she grabs hold of the flap of fabric that's slowly peeling away from her ass.

Holding her shorts together so they don't fall apart entirely (and to keep as much cum as possible cradled inside), she shuffles off towards the downstairs bathroom.

She has every intention of waiting for her husband to leave the house before beginning to masturbate... But her willpower breaks the moment the door shuts behind her. Hands and crotch coated in Jason's seed, she brings herself to yet another orgasm before he even comes back downstairs.

As William makes his way back through the living room, he hears her moan: "Jasooon~"

She must need a hand with something, he says, hesitating for a moment before leaving the house. As he gets in the car, he feels a little ashamed for not stopping and helping out himself. Ah, well. I'm sure Jason can handle it.