You don’t want her appearance modified; you want her addicted to your cum

“I don’t want her appearance changed,” you say. “I just want her addicted to my cum.”

Peter raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue. When you remain silent, he sighs and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“John,” he begins, furrowing his brow. “April is my wife, and Mike’s mother. I understand that it’s your right to make her your slut however, but it’ll be inconvenient for our family if she’s addicted to your cum. She might start getting withdrawals at the worst times, or when you're not on hand. Are you sure you can’t think of something else? How about some other mental mods... Dominatrix? Maid? Maybe,” he glanced at Mike, for some reason. “Dumb bimbo?”

“Those are really great suggestions, Peter,” you reply, flashing him your best smile. “I’ll keep them in mind for the next time I want her modded, thanks.”

April giggles and smiles at you warmly. You were discussing making changes to her mind in front of her, and the slut was giggling about it.

Peter shrugs. “...Okay, I guess its your call. She is your slut to use as you please, before all else... I’ll contact my friend and set up the appointment.”

And with that, Peter turns and walks up the stairs to the master bedroom.

His reaction leaves you feeling bolder and even more assured that this world runs in whatever way pleases you most. You run your hand through April’s hair, then pull her to your crotch. Grabbing your cock with your free hand, you begin slapping her lips with it.

“Mouth open, whore,” you command. “I’m not done with you yet.”

April obediently opens her mouth wide, and you immediately slide into her plump pink lips. “Get to sucking me off. See how many loads you can coax out, and get used to the taste... You’ll be craving it soon enough.”

Mike is still playing his game, occasionally eyeing up his mother as she fully devotes herself to making you cum.

Staying on target, April doesn’t beat around the bush as she swirls her experienced tongue, testing and feeling for whatever motions make you squirm with pleasure the most. After a few moments she takes your shaft deep into her throat, still massaging the underside with your tongue.

Within minutes, you’re cumming down her throat, dropping the controller as the sudden wave of pleasure washes over you.

_Fuuuck, she’s so good_. Understandably so, I can’t imagine she isn’t pushed to the ground and used every time she steps out of the house looking like that.

You blink, and the world comes back into focus. This cum guzzling whore that April has become really did a number on you.

Composing yourself, you look down at her. Now that she's finished with your first load, she's working on sucking your cock back to life. Noticing your gaze, she gives you a wink as her head moves all the way down and pushes into your pubes.

You give her head a little pat, then pick up the controller and turn to address your friend. “Oh, hey, sorry ‘bout that. Let’s get back to playing.”

“No problem, dude... I was doing a solo mission anyway,” he replies casually. He glances at his mother for a few seconds longer before resuming the game. “Hey, bro... Would you mind getting her addicted to me, too?”

Confused, you raise an eyebrow at him. “Why’re you asking me? Ask your father, he’s the one responsible for her.”

Mike shrugs helplessly. “He doesn’t listen to me,” he replied. “I’m the one who wanted to turn Mom into a dumbed-down bimbo, but he totally shut me down. When I pushed too hard, he grounded me for like a week. But he listened to you, see? He offered the mods I wanted to you. Even though you asked for something real weird.”

You say nothing, but smile to yourself. You continue playing your game, occasionally putting the controller down to facefuck April until her mouth is overflowing with your load. After the eleventh or twelfth load (you don’t really remember how many, since you're juggling playing the game and fucking her face) she takes her mouth off your penis and requests for some time to make dinner.

After a moment's consideration, you decide to let her go with a parting swat on her huge, fake ass; she smiles at you sweetly in return.

Well, in a freeuse world, do you expect her to not be used to this kind of treatment? After all, she barely choked while you were manhandling her face on your dick!

You look down and see that, against all odds, you're still hard. You could always change your mind and call April back, or maybe join her in the kitchen. Then again, there must be plenty of other busty women around who would be happy to take over. You could even (gasp) take a break from sex!