Mom's mayo mishap

While Patricia dashes inside, the others continue eating. The vibe is pretty awkward by this point: William and Todd are silent, and Jason lets out a few quiet grunts of appreciation as he digs into his burger...

...Or maybe he's appreciating something else.

Brook is still beneath the table, and she's making the most noise of all. Her wet, sloppy kisses can be heard by everyone: her father and brother cringe at the sound of her kissing Jason's pants, wondering how lips on fabric can make such wet, fleshy, smacking noises.

"Hngh... Rub your tits on it," Jason murmurs under his breath.

"Did... Did you just say 'tits?'" William's brow wrinkles.

"Huh? Oh yeah, you must be a boob man," the boy replies, squirming in his chair a little: he's beginning to thrust his hips. "Judging by Trish's rack, anyway." He fixes William with his gaze as he speaks, staring right through the older man as he gyrates his hips against Brook's mouth and chest.

"Th-that's--She--Of course not," William stammers. "I mean, my wife is very beautiful... And yes, she's, um, well-endowed, and--And I do enjoy--B-but that's not--"

"Too bad Brook didn't get 'em, huh?" He slips a hand beneath the table, and there's a **** gurgle as he continues. "Really... She'd look _so fuckin' good _with tits the size of her mom's. She's already pretty hot, but add in a little more hourglass... Maybe a lot more... Something titfuckable, y'know? Porn-sized. At least."

"That's my sister," Todd growls, unusually confrontational. "She's... She's fine the way she is."

"Whatever you say," Jason replies, waving a hand... Unusually submissive. "I guess we'll see."

"S-sure." Todd looks almost confused at having "won" an argument with their demanding guest. He's even more confused when Jason suddenly bites his lip, grips the edge of the table, and lets out a moan.

...Schplurt... Schpluuurt... After a few moments, there's a wet glmph noise, a loud gasp, and then the splorts return, twice as loud: ...SCHPLUUUUURT...

"You're not... Um, breaking the rules under there, right?" William looks beyond uncomfortable to even address the subject of his daughter's under-the-table action, but he feels the need to say something.

Settling back in his chair, Jason smiles at him. "What do you mean?"

"Like... With her, I mean, um... Her mouth--"

"Oh." Jason leans back further, glancing beneath the table. "Nah, she couldn't take it. She's just keeping me company... Right, Brook?"

"Mmm... Mm-mmph..." Brook speaks with her mouth full, and it's difficult to tell whether it's agreement, disagreement, or just a moan of pleasure.

Before William can say another word (such as asking what she couldn't take), there's a second moan from inside. Patricia comes stumbling out the door, holding a large bowl in one hand while adjusting her top with the other.

There's white goop streaming down her chin, and a few fat ropes connect her lips to the contents of the bowl. Plenty more has spilled down her cleavage, darkening the front of her dress--And as she walks out onto the patio, she's still tugging at it, trying to cover up the fat pink nipple that keeps slipping out.

"Um, Mom, your shirt--"

"I got it, hon--Ooh!"

As expected, Patricia's efforts to hold the nearly-overflowing bowl level and adjust her shirt at the same time quickly go south. She ends up spilling a healthy amount of thick white goop into her cleavage before regaining control.

"Ohmy--No! Nonono," she yelps, scrabbling to put down the bowl and press her tits together. "It's all going all down--God, it's so warm, even after--But I don't--" Her words are nearly unintelligable as she paws desperately at her cum-soaked breasts, trying to figure out how to catch all the thick semen that's pouring down from her neck to her navel.

"Mmph... M-Mom..." There's a sniff and a moan from under the table. "...Let me."

Brook comes crawling out from under the table, headed straight for her mother. William and Todd both avert their eyes from her bikini-clad ass--Just in time to miss the fact that her top has been pulled halfway off, and her perky tits are hanging bare. Well, bare except for the thick layer of cum, that is.

That perverse covering soon grows thicker as the kneeling blonde leaps to her mother's rescue. Without a moment's hesitation, Brook pushes up Patricia's dress and begins licking--Slurping--At her belly button. Catching the cascade of semen on her tongue, she ignores the MILF's squirms and squeaks.

Both aroused and horified, Patricia eventually bites her lip and allows her daughter to continue hoovering the jizz off her body. As her dress is pushed further up, revealing her thick, panty-clad thighs and soft stomach, Jason gives her an appraising glance.

"Looking good, Trish," he says with a smirk, before taking another bite of his burger. "That mayo must be pretty good, huh? Enjoying yourself, Brook?"

"Mmm... Mmhm mmmgh," she moans in reply, kissing the underside of her mother's breasts.

"Th-that's enough," William finally stammers from across the table.

"Huh? Oh, don't worry Mr. Greene," Jason says. "There's still lots in the bowl. Brook can have as much as she wants." With that he pushes the bowl of semen towards the other men.

Jason and Todd look down into it, eyes wide and nostrils flaring. The bowl is half-full of viscous, pearly-white goop... It would almost look like mayo, if its surface wasn't so glistening and its smell wasn't so potent.

"What are you waiting for? The ladies seem to like it." He nods towards Brook and Patricia, who are now face-to-face... Moaning, panting heavily... Moving closer and closer towards each others' lips...

"Th-that's... I... Honey?" William glances back and forth between his wife and the bowl.

"Mom?" Todd looks equally dumbfounded. "B-Brook?"

"What are you looking at them for?" Jason chuckles. "I don't know what the big deal is. You can either try the mayo that Patricia and I worked so hard on... Or you can leave, and let the rest of us enjoy our evening."

William and Todd look like a couple of deer caught in the headlights. A few seconds pass in silence--Apart from the ladies' slurping, that is.

"Well? Only two choices, guys." Jason taps the side of the bowl, causing the "mayo" to jiggle a little. "Eat, or fuck off. Time to choose."

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