A wet washcloth

Again, you have very intense and emotional dreams that make no impression on your long-term memory except for a feeling that you learned – and then forgot – something important about the universe.

Eventually, you become gradually aware that there’s something warm and wet on your chest.

Warm, and wet, and rough. And moving.

You open your eyes.

You’re still lying on the sofa. Molly is kneeling on the floor beside you. She’s washing your chest with a wet cloth, and she smiles when she sees that you’re awake.

Also, she’s nude.

“Good morning, Jacob,” she says, and then smirks. “I still love your cum,” she says, “but not when it’s all dried out and crusted in your chest hair.”

“Hi,” you say quietly.

She pauses in her ministrations and leans forward and kisses you on the mouth, then winces. “There’s gotta be an Attribute that’ll keep you from having morning breath,” she comments.

“Yeah, probably. I’ll look for that later,” you say. You reposition yourself so that you’re sitting up. Molly continues washing you.

“Morning, Jacob,” Tammy says. You look in her direction. She’s sitting at the kitchen table and eating a bowl of cereal.

She’s nude too.

“What happened?” she continues. “Why weren’t you in bed with us? Why didn’t you wait for me to wake up so you could cum in me again?”

“I… I had to do some research.”

“Okay. In the middle of the night?” She takes another spoonful of cereal. “What were you looking for?”

“Did you know Plan B doesn’t work if you’re already ovulating?”

There’s a clatter as Tammy drops her spoon. Molly inhales sharply.

“NO,” Tammy says, much too loudly. “NO I DIDN’T.” Her face is pale.

“No, no, it’s okay!” you say hastily. “I found something in the Manual to take care of it! Literally erased all possibility of you being fertilized. Well, by the sex we had last night, anyway.” They both exhale, and Molly resumes washing.

You glance at her. “By the way, thank you for licking so much of my cum out of her pussy,” you say. “Made my job a lot easier.”

She giggles. “That’s not why I did it, but you’re welcome.”

“‘Literally’?” Tammy asks, a note of skepticism in her voice. “Like, with an eraser?”

“Actually, yeah,” you say. “There was a –”

and then it all hits you at once, the whole experience of last night, from sitting up in bed with the realization that something might be wrong, to getting that final PREGNANCY AVERTED notice.

You shudder, and squeeze your eyes shut.

“… Jacob?” Tammy says.

“It… it was eraser-themed,” you manage. “I’m sorry. It took like four hours, and honestly it was kind of traumatic, and I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it just yet.”

Tammy and Molly both look very concerned when you say ‘traumatic’, but they let you continue.

“But also it made me so incredibly fucking horny,” you say. “And you were both asleep. So I called Sigrid – she was awake, her shift started super early – and we… ugh, the phrase ‘had phone sex’ sounds weird, but… yeah, after that I was too tired to even clean up, and I just passed out.” Molly is running her fingers through your chest hair, which is an interesting sensation, and not unpleasant. “I could’ve just taken another shower,” you tell her.

She smiles, and kisses you again, despite the morning breath. You can taste that she was eating cereal earlier too. “Yes, but I love you!”

“I love you too,” you tell her. You glance at Tammy. “Took the day off work?”

She blinks. “No?”

“But it’s… it’s gotta be past ten, ten thirty, yeah?”

She shakes her head. “Not even eight.”

Your eyebrows go up. “I do not feel like I got only three hours sleep.” Molly begins cleaning your arm.

“Stamina booster, I guess,” Tammy says. “Which reminds me – you came six times in less than twelve hours. How often do you jack off, normally?”

She’s got a completely straight face, and it is amazing how at ease you feel answering.

“Uh… sometimes every day, sometimes every couple of days… probably about twenty, twenty-five times a month. I think my personal record is… well, I was so crazy horny, it was seven times in four hours, but… that’s an outlier, I was really worn out by the end and after that it was like a week before I even tried jacking off again.”

“Who were you thinking about when you did it!” Molly demands eagerly.

“Eleanor. This was right after her last relationship went to shit. We sat on her sofa and talked about feelings for five and a half hours – feelings, and poets we liked, and we watched baby animal videos on YouTube, and we did some crosswords together, and she hugged me a lot, and I was trying so hard to not get an erection because she wasn’t wearing a bra and I kept seeing her nipples poking through her top, and –”

You stop as you hear the words you’ve just spoken. Tammy looks bemused.

“Jacob, sweetie,” she says, “could you walk me through your reasoning there?”

“I… I know that bras aren’t always comfortable, some women take them off after they get home from work, right?” Tammy and Molly both nod. “And… we were in her apartment, so I figured she wanted to be comfortable, and I wanted her to be comfortable around me because she’s so nice, so I didn’t say anything, I didn’t want to be rude, and… it was cold, and… I mean… she’s really pretty! And…” and you indicate yourself, “and I’m weird-looking! … aren’t I?”

Tammy grimaces. “Jacob… Molly and me, we maybe aren’t the best people to ask that.”

“Nope,” Molly says firmly. “So you don’t look like a model or an actor or a weightlifter. You look like Jacob, and that’s the guy who we fell in love with. And the guy who Eleanor fell in love with, and who Sigrid fell in love with, and who Penelope fell in love with, and who Sonia’s gonna fall in love with.” As she says that, she begins washing your cock and balls, which surprisingly is not a euphemism.

Oh wait, now it is.

Your cock throbs in her grasp as her fingers slide up and down your shaft, tingles of pleasure surging through you. “Where do you want to cum?” she asks after a few minutes of jacking you off with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. “My face? My tits?”

“If you cum in her face, make sure you warn her, so she can close her eyes,” Tammy recommends.

“In your pussy?” you suggest.

She looks uncertain. “I mean, yes, I want that too, but… you won’t get points for that! You came in me last night and it’s once per person!”

“It’s once per person per position,” Tammy reminds her – and you also, honestly.

Molly winces and shakes her head. “Oh, right. Duh. Well… it’s still your choice.”

You pat your lap. “Let’s see how many points we get for you being on top,” which is another thing Arlene hadn’t even wanted to try.

“Okay!” Molly says, and climbs on and wraps her legs around your waist, fingers spreading herself open as she eases into position on your erection. Your phone buzzes, and she gasps and pants as you slide all the way in.

“I hope I never get used to how big you are,” she says. You grab onto her hips.

While you and Molly were getting into position, Tammy placed her empty bowl in the sink and washed her hands, and now she’s sitting next to you on the sofa. She kisses Molly on the mouth, kisses you on the mouth as well, and then begins masturbating as she watches her 18-year-old daughter bounce on your cock.

Molly squeals in ecstasy, head thrown back, her tits jiggling more than you’d expect from B-cups, as your pelvis and hers move in rhythm. “Fuck her!” Tammy is saying. “Fuck my little girl! Fuck her fuck her fuck her fuck her! Cum in her cum in her cum in her cum in her!” and after a few minutes they’re both turning red and moaning your name and Molly gushes all over your cock and Tammy stops breathing for almost three seconds –

– and you’re still going. They look surprised.

“Stamina booster,” you remind them. “I wanna see how long I can go before I actually lose control.”

Molly smiles, and continues riding you. “Anything you especially wanna see or do?” she asks, and something pops into your head from your talk with Sigrid.

“Can you suck your own tits?”

She shakes her head. “I tried for Sonia last month, but I wasn’t big enough then and I’m probably still not.”

She lifts a tit faceward and leans her head down, tongue out…

“Nope. Mom can, though!”

Next to you, Tammy demonstrates, and that’d be enough to make you rock hard if you weren’t already in that state.

“If you want me to be able to do that,” Molly comments, “I’m sure my tits will get a lot bigger once I’m pregnant.”

Your cock throbs inside her, and your grip on her hips tightens. It’s suddenly a lot harder (ha) to keep from cumming.

“Ooh, he likes that idea!” Molly reports with a grin. Tammy rolls her eyes.

“I mean, realistically,” you say, and Molly sighs.

“Realistically, I’m on the Pill for my cramps,” she says. “I’m not ready for you to knock me up yet.”

“… ‘yet’?”

She shrugs. “Or maybe ever. I don’t know whether I wanna be a mom. But I do know that you’re the only man I ever want to cum in me. So if anyone ever does get me pregnant, it’ll be you. Assuming you ever turn off Vast Difference and get your sperm back.”

“Same here,” Tammy says. “Which realistically means that you and me probably won’t have a kid of our own, but I’ll definitely help raise the kids you have with Penelope or Sigrid or whoever.”

“Penelope and Sigrid,” Molly asserts with a grin as she does something interesting with her internal muscles. “You’re… oh god, oh god, oh god, oh yes…” and she starts bouncing on you again. “You’re gonna breed ’em both, aren’t you! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes yes yes yes breed them breed me breed Sonia breed Mom breed ALL OF US YESSSSSS” and she turns red again, spasming internally and the pleasure races through you and you SPURT and SPURT and SPURT deep inside her. The whole time you’re cumming, you’re making eye contact with Tammy; she’s shaking her head.

Molly sighs blissfully. “Fucking christ that was hot,” she says, and climbs off you. Her pussy is overflowing with your cum; she scoops a gob of it onto her finger, which she then pops into her mouth. “Mmm,” she says, then turns to Tammy. “Do you wanna lick me clean, Mom?”

Tammy’s mouth twitches. “I’d love to, but I don’t think we have time, not if we’re going to… uh. Jacob?”

“Hm? Yes?”

“Do you think it’d be okay for us to watch Penelope in the shower?” she says, and you can tell she’s trying to sound casual. “Ethically, I mean.”

“Sure?”

Molly pauses mid-scoop, looking a little surprised. “Huh. I thought for sure we’d have to argue you into it.”

You shake your head. “No, it’s like with Sigrid – she told me she couldn’t send me nudes, but she also said she wished I could see her nude, so I figured that was equivalent to permission. Penelope told me she was going to think about me when she masturbates, so that means she wants me to think about her when I masturbate, which means she’ll be happy if I know what she looks like naked, which means that she’ll be okay with us watching her.”

You’re very aware that some of the links in that chain of reasoning are weaker than you’d like, but the conclusion feels acceptable, in a way that watching Sonia didn’t.

“Plus, you already had phone sex with her,” Tammy points out. “And I’d be surprised if her scores aren’t maxed.”

… okay, those are better arguments (and Tammy’s right, Penelope’s scores are maxed).

“Where’s my laptop?” you say.

Molly holds it up. “It was on the floor when we found you, so I plugged it in to charge.”

“Thanks,” you say, and take it from her and open it up.

The Multiplier is still showing Sigrid – she’s behind the wheel of her police car, stopped at an intersection, and you can hear the traffic noises around her, which is weird because it didn’t have audio last night (or… ‘earlier this morning’). Well, another detail to figure out later, and you exit from Sigrid’s profile, exit from “PROFESSIONALS”, switch to “SUPERIORS”, and open “Penelope”.

“I hope we didn’t miss it,” Tammy comments.

On the laptop screen, Penelope is brushing her teeth. She’s still in pajamas, which you assume means she hasn’t showered (or masturbated) yet.

Molly whistles.

“Jacob, she’s gorgeous!” Tammy says.

“So is Sigrid,” you say, feeling weirdly defensive.

“Yeah, but we only saw her for like half a second,” Molly points out.

On the screen, Penelope spits, rinses her mouth, puts her toothbrush away, stretches – which does wonderful things to her tits – and then takes off her top. You think about getting a good look at her, and the ‘camera’ circles her slowly. How much control do you have over what exactly gets focused on?

“Oh!” Tammy says. “See those marks on her back? That means her bras are too small – I’d say she’s probably a D.” The ‘camera’ lingers on Penelope’s nipples, which are larger than Sigrid’s, and darker, and her tits have freckles. There’s a rustle of fabric, and Penelope’s torso moves in a weird way, and the ‘camera’ pulls back and reveals that she’s just stepped out of her pajama bottoms.

The ‘camera’ zooms in and gets a good look at her pussy – she’s got a tuft of red fur, just larger than Molly’s blonde one, and her clit is already peeking out – and then it moves up to her face.

“Hello, Jacob,” Penelope says. Her lips curve upwards, revealing her teeth.