She can blow you, but not for long

"Sure, why not," you say, waving her over. "Hope you don't mind if I finish my breakfast... Busy day."

"Oh--Um, okay," she sighs, pulling out a chair so she can scramble under the kitchen table. "Do you have class later too, or..?"

"No, just, uh... Housework," you mutter as she takes your shaft in her hand, pumping it slowly. Filling Mom's holes counts as housework, right?

"Mm," she grunts apathetically, taking the tip of your now-fully-erect member into her mouth. Her lips and tongue massage it gently.

"Oh, wooow... Damn Erin, you're getting better every day."

"Mm... Have to," she says, before sucking you back in. This time she goes deeper, her hand jacking off only the base of your cock while the rest disappears into her mouth. "Mmgh, mmph... Ullpph..." It doesn't take long for her to swallow your entire length.

You try to keep eating, but just holding your spoon straight is a challenge at this point. At this rate, she'll have you cumming in record time... But just as you feel your balls beginning to churn, you hear voices from the living room:

"Uuuunghh! Oooh... Oh, um... Fuck." There's a short pause. "...Sorry, Mom--"

"Sorry? Cassidy Vincent Richards! Why did you pull it out, when you were that close?"

Oh, boy... His full name? She must be PISSED.

"Uh, s-sorry. I... I guess I didn't know?" Your brother's very clearly lying; you cross your fingers, hoping Mom's too dumb to see through it. "I just wanted to jack off a bit, and then bam... Next thing I know, I'm unloading on your face. My bad."

"Well then, then... Why didn't you put it back... Back in?"

Mom's voice keeps faltering, and it sounds almost like she's talking with her mouth full. It takes you a moment to realize why: she must be wiping your brother's semen off her face and licking it up.

"You know how I get when I'm cumming, Mom. I can't think straight... Nobody can! Remember that time Marcus jerked off on your ass?"

"...We agreed to call it a 'butt,' remember? That's... That's more appropriate..."

Even from the next room, you can practically hear her gulping down more of his jizz. Your cock twitches, growing even harder; it won't be long now.

"...And that was a totally different situation. Your brother was looking at, and... Um, feeling my butt for stimulation. He was on the couch, and my mouth was all the way over on the floor. He couldn't reach in time, so he came on me instead of on the carpet. That... That just makes s-sense..."

Your mother hesitates again, and you can picture her brow furrowing as she tries to figure out whether it actually does make sense.

Dammit, Cassidy. You're not supposed to make her think too hard about that kinda thing.

"But you... Your p-penis was an inch away from my mouth," she continues, her outrage swinging back to your brother. "You could have put it... Put the medicine right--Mmph! Gghh!"

"I said I was sorry," your brother snaps. "Here, clean the rest off. C'mon, lick it... Yeeeah... That's better, isn't it?"

"...Mmgh mm..."

"Mhm," he continues absentmindedly. "I'm gonna get some breakfast. Want anything?"

Your mother sputters as Cassidy pulls out of her mouth, then grunts something you don't catch. A few seconds later, you hear two sets of footsteps approaching the kitchen.

Oh, shit. If Mom catches me donating to someone else, she's gonna freak... She'll tell Dad... Oh man, and if she finds out Cassidy's got a GIRLFRIEND?

They're about to walk in; you'll need to think fast.