On the way to the restaurant, the family grows

"That movie was wonderful," Patricia says breathily. She's a bit less sticky after a trip to the restroom--Though her lips are still glazed, since she's only half-finished the cup of semen. The thong-and-tube-top-clad housewife slurps happily from it as the three of them exit the mall, bound for William and Patricia's favorite date spot across the street.

"It was pretty good," her husband agrees, giving her a smile. She offers him the drink, but he waves it off. As good as it tasted in the darkness of the theatre, in the light of day (well, evening) he has a growing sense of dread about it. What even IS it? Why did I like it? I feel like I'm missing something... Ah, well. Can't be that important.

"Eh, it was okay. Honestly, I wasn't paying much attention," Jason says with a smirk, before giving Patricia's nearly-bare ass cheek a firm smack.

She lets out a giggle, then catches herself and frowns. "Y-you shouldn't... That was--"

"William?" A voice calls out to them from further down the sidewalk. "P-Patricia? Is that, um... Wow."

A middle-aged woman walks up to them, her jaw hitting the floor as she sees Patricia's outfit. Meanwhile, Jason is already eyeing her up: she's not quite as curvy as the MILF he's currently grooming, but she's plenty attractive in her own way--If a little buttoned-up. Blue pantsuit, red hair held up in a bun, white collared shirt... She looks like an American flag who decided to become a librarian, he thinks, resting a hand on Patricia's shoulder.

"Hi Melody," William says cheerfully. "Fancy seeing--"

"Hey!" Patricia jumps forward, giving the startled woman a hug. The moment they're in close proximity, Melody's nostrils flare and her eyes flutter. "Jason, this is my 'lil sister. Mel, this is our house guest! Alan's friend, the one I told you about!"

"Um... Not really," Melody replies, snapping back to attention somewhat. "I'm sure he's lovely, though. How long are you in Lakeville?"

"Not sure. It was gonna be just a summer, but..." Jason's eyes move up and down the newcomer's body, shamelessly sizing her up. "...I like it. Here, I mean."

"Aw, I'm glad to hear that. We grew up here, and... And..." Melody's own gaze drifts down to Jason's crotch, where the velcro on his custom-made pants is beginning to split. A tiny peek of his leg is visible--

--That's... Holy shit. That's not his leg. Melody can't help but gasp.

"I hear Alan's doing well too," William says, oblivious. "I had a Zoom with him last night. The reception was kinda bad, but I think your mom was there too, Jason! I heard her in the background, anyway. They're getting on great over there."

"I bet," Jason murmurs, not really paying attention. His hand snakes down to his fly, dipping inside to stroke himself a little. With each second that passes, the velcro unpeels a little more...

...Until William inadvertently puts a stop to it. "Shoot, look at the time--Sorry Mel, we gotta hustle," he says, taking his wife's hand.

Between that and the half-hug she's still giving her sister, Patricia can no longer hold onto the (quite heavy) cup of jizz. It drops to the ground, spilling its contents all over the sidewalk.

"Ah!" Melody yelps as a few thick, somehow-still-warm globs splash onto her leg... And then she's hit by the smell. "...Aaah..."

"Ooops--Sorry," Patricia says, resisting the urge to dive to her knees and start licking up the mess. "It washes out... Trust me."

"Don't worry about it," Melody replies nervously, watching the white splat ooze slooowly down her pants. "Um, anyway... I'll let you go. It's date night, right? Or, uh..." She glances at Jason.

"Yeah," he says, flashing her a smile as his hand continues moving back and forth beneath his pants. His hand is quite obviously wrapped around his cock, half-restraining and half-stroking. "Wanna come?"