A typical afternoon with Enzo and Esther

When Enzo Slater arrived home from school, he found the front door to his house wide open.

"Mom? Are you home?" He walked through the front hall, throwing his backpack and sneakers to the floor. While Enzo and his mother had only lived in Salt Bay for a few months, that was long enough to learn what an open door meant.

"Mom?" Nobody in the living room, either. Then he heard the familiar popping, slurping, and suctioning noises from upstairs... Like someone trying to eat an apple without using their teeth.

With a heavy sigh, Enzo climbed up the steps. From the upper-most landing he could already see right into his mother Esther's room: the door was wide open, as always.

A man was lying on the bed, feet towards the door. He was thrusting his hips as fast as he could, pistoning his massive, soaking-wet cock into the willing mouth of the woman straddling him.

"Ah, hey," Enzo said as he approached, more annoyed than surprised. "There you are."

Esther Slater tried to look up, but the man's firm grip prevented her from moving her head much. Instead she peered at her son with watery eyes, and twitched her lips in what might have been a smile.

"Uh, excuse me. Can I talk to my mom for a sec?"

"Huh?" The man looked out from behind the ass gyrating in his face. "Oh, hey Kiddo. No problem."

As he released his grip on Esther's head, she hollowed her cheeks and gave his member a few more sucks, cleaning up the worst of the mess before releasing it with a plop.

"Gugh... I left your lunch on the kitchen table," she said through a mouthful of spit and pre-cum, still jerking the man off. The moment she was done speaking, she swallowed and dove back in.

"Thanks," Enzo replied, turning to leave... But he hesitated in the doorway. "Uh, Mom? Can I watch some porn on the big TV?"

Esther's eyes narrowed, and for a moment he thought she might refuse: she didn't usually approve of her son flaunting his sexuality, nor the mess that followed. Still, when she was busy like this she sometimes gave in just to get rid of him.

"Mm-hmph," she grunted, before pulling up again. "Only if Mr. Aleph says it's okay."

"Uh... Hmm? Oh, yeah. Go nuts, Kid," the man grunted, before pushing Esther's head back down. "You can call me Gary, by the way."

Enzo smiled politely, then turned to leave... But before he could get far, he heard that plop again. "Wait, get back here."

"What is it, Mom?"

This time his mother got up from the bed, her thin top cum-stained and her naked thighs glistening with sweat. She bent down next to her bedside cabinet, picking up a small plastic bin. Inside was a dildo, three used condoms, a huge wad of tissues, and an empty bottle of pills labeled “Spermizan.”

"Here, take these and put them in the outside garbage. Not the dildo, though: that goes in the dishwasher. So help me, if you throw out another one--"

Then why do you put them in the damn garbage bin, Enzo thought, but out loud he simply replied "okay, Mom. Will do."

"And clean up after yourself. Mr. Aleph has been good to me, so we need to be presentable for him."

That got a chuckle out of the man on the bed. Enzo glanced over at him, and realized that he recognized his features: unlike most of the Alphas who visited his mother, he was a repeat customer.

Enzo gave an obedient nod, already heading for the stairs as his mother climbed back into Mr. Aleph's arms.

Unfortunately for Enzo, the kitchen was already a total mess. The sink was full of dirty dishes, there were streaks of dried cum on the table, and the packaging from his frozen pre-made meal was strewn all over the counter: Esther must have opened it while getting plowed by Mr. Aleph (or some Alpha, at least). The food itself was still a frozen block on his plate, which Enzo popped into the microwave.

As his gourmet lunch thawed, he set to work cleaning up. After everything was thrown out, washed up, or wiped down, he scarfed down the food and then stepped into the hall. As he crossed into the living room, he heard slapping and moaning from upstairs.

"Mooom," he yelled.

"Yuh--y-yes?"

"Are we out of tissues? Couldn't find any in the cupboard!"

"F-fresh box in the... The living r-room," came her shaky reply.

Already dropping his pants to his ankles, Enzo waddled over to the couch and sat down to browse some porn. He kept the volume low, though: annoying an Alpha was a mistake no sane Salt Bay local would make.

His father had, once: Terrence (or Titiana, as he was now called) didn't come around much anymore, and Enzo knew enough about his fallen father’s lifestyle to be well-behaved around his mother's guests.

Thanks again to /u/freeuse_magazine.