A typical morning, one year later...

You wake up in your master bedroom, lying in the familiar king-sized bed. A couple years ago this room belonged to your mother Jenna and your father George, but Dad isn't allowed inside anymore. This is your private sanctuary, a place you can "treat" your bimbofied mother without any of his judgmental glares... Not that you particularly mind those anymore. Hell, he doesn't even spend much time at home these days.

Mom's IQ has fallen even further since she underwent her first set of cosmetic procedures. You did some creative photoshopping on one of the clinic's information pamphlets, changing the "no eating before surgery" section so that it recommended "reduced semen intake in the weeks before and after surgery." It also emphasized the need for keeping up dosage habits, however, which allowed you and Cassidy to enjoy the fruits of your ****.

Speaking of those fruits, you don't see Mom or your brother anywhere.

Damn, they're up early again, you think, stroking your morning wood absentmindedly. Wonder where Cassidy dragged our cumdumpster off to?

With a heavy sigh, you begin your usual morning routine: rolling out of bed and walking downstairs naked, erection bouncing with every step.