Jimmy gets acquainted with their bimbo mom

Before Jimmy even entered the living room, he heard the loud, exaggerated sounds of pleasure coming from the TV. Rodney had been watching porn before the Miller family’s arrival, and his brother was still sitting on the couch jerking off.

“This is Robert,” Rodney said, walking past his bewildered sibling. “Rob, this is... Uh...”

“Jimmy Miller,” the newly-minted Alpha replied. “This is my sister Emily, and my parents Audrey and Francis.”

“G-good to meet you.” Robert looked a bit older and more confident than his brother, but his voice shook; he had been close to orgasm before the interruption. “Staying a while?”

“At least for the night, yeah. Whatcha watching?”

“Real Housewives of Salt Bay,” the young man replied. On the TV, an ebony MILF was getting gangbanged in the street by three Asian men in suits. “Mind if I keep jacking off, or..?”

“Go for it,” Jimmy said, plopping down into a leather armchair. He sighed with satisfaction, finally resting after hours of non-stop fucking.

“Awesome. This is my friend’s mom, she lives like two blocks away,” Robert continued, stroking himself rapidly. “I’ve always wanted to fuck her. I think those guys are businessmen, or diplomats or something? Dunno.”

“Thanks for the recap,” Jimmy chuckled. “Hey Rodney, can you grab me and your brother some beers?”

“Uh, sure,” the younger boy replied, already heading toward the kitchen. “...Can I have one? I was watching too, and—”

“Maybe later,” Jimmy said with a smile. He knew that he was being unfair, for no real reason... But he was enjoying the power trip far too much to stop now. “Hook us up, then go see what’s keeping your mom.”

As Rodney scurried off, the rest of the Millers found places to sit down and rest. Emily was the last to find a seat, and ended up on the couch next to Robert.

"Give him a hand," Jimmy said, gesturing towards the masturbating young man. "Poor guy's a local... Probably doesn't get much action."

"I, uh..." Robert started blushing. "I have a girlfriend, so--"

"Dude, don't argue. Just let my sister jack you off."

"...Kay."

With a deep, frustrated sigh, Emily reached out and started stroking the embarrassed boy's dick. He arched his back, stifled a moan, and braced himself on the edge of the couch. "Mmm... Th-thanks..."

Rodney soon returned with the beers, handing one to his brother and the other to Jimmy before running toward the stairs. "Mom! Mooom! The Alpha's been waiting for like an hour, where--Oof!"

There was a loud slapping noise, then the several thunks as two bodies collided and one fell down the stairs. Rodney rolled back into the living room, clutching his head... And soon after, his mother appeared in the doorway.

She was naked (as promised), showing off every inch of her ridiculous figure. She didn't look old enough to be Robert and Rodney's parent, but that was hardly a surprise: everywhere the Millers looked, they saw signs of plastic surgery. Fat pink lips, long lashes, and unnatural definition in her cheekbones and nose marked the work done on her face. Her backside was plump and sat high above curvy thighs, built to be mounted by horny men.

However, the most eye-catching thing about the presumably-middle-aged woman was her rack. Every person in the room stared at her breasts, each one at least as large as a watermelon. Despite their fake appearance, they looked soft and yielding... And each nipple was dripping with milk. It was flowing at quite a rate, trickling down the underside of her massive globes before dripping onto the floor every few seconds.

"Oh, gosh... Rodney, are you okay?" Her voice was high-pitched, and her thick lips caused a slight lisp. "I didn't see you coming!"

Jimmy let out a snort, and his mother a worried gasp as they both realized what had happened: Rodney had ran face-first into his bimbo mom's bare chest, bounced off her fleshy airbags, and fallen right down the stairs.

"Ah... Yeah, I'm fine," he mumbled from the floor. "Slipped on your milk again."

The woman offered her son a hand, taking a wide stance in order to avoid toppling over herself: those breasts were heavy, after all. "Here, let me--Oh!" She froze when she noticed the Miller family, all of whom were staring at her. Immediately she let go of Rodney, letting him fall back to the floor. "Gosh, I'm so so sorry! Can I offer you anything, Mister..?"

"Jimmy Miller."

"Hiya! I'm Roxie," she said, approaching Jimmy's seat. Behind her, the injured Rodney struggled to stand up on his own. "Would you like me to suck you off real quick? My blowjobs have five stars on OZReviews--"

"Nah, I think I'll have a titfuck. C'mere."

"Oh, sure," Roxie said eagerly, dropping to her knees in front of the young man. She quickly and skillfully pulled out his junk, maneuvering the massive, half-hard tool through the comparatively-tiny fly of his shorts. "Oooh. You've been dosing pretty hard, haven't you..." She paused to spit on his cock, then reached down to her nipples and wet both of her hands with milk. After a few unconventionally-lubricated strokes, Jimmy was at full mast. "Just relax, let me help..."

The other Millers watched in horror as Jimmy let this freak of nature (and total stranger) pump his swollen member with her obscene, milk-coated chest. They weren't the only ones watching, though. Both of Roxie's sons stared as well: one from the floor and the other from the couch, where he was still getting jerked by Emily.

"Mute the TV, Robert," Jimmy grunted over the sounds of the pornographic reality show and the sqlch, sqlch, sqlch of Roxie's wet tits on his crotch and thighs.

Without looking away from his mother's chest, Robert grabbed the remote and hit the power button. "F-faster, please," he hissed at Emily.

The next to speak was Rodney, still on the floor (though he'd propped himself up against the wall). "Uh, Mr. Alpha, can I jack off too?"

"I... Damn, that's good, little slower... I've got a better idea," Jimmy replied.