Samantha meets Mom

"Wait wait wait...hold up a sec..."

You looked up from your desk while your mother, sitting on the couch in front of you, smiled warmly and stood up on her feet and turned to face the woman standing there, aghast, and more than a bit star-struck. "You must be Samantha?" She offered her hand to shake. "I'm his mother, Yvonne."

Your coworker, often infallible, Samantha looked down at the hand in front of her as if it were an invitation to the sex clubs in the Vatican, both insane in its existence as well as unimaginable. "Oh my god...it really is you?!?" she whispered as she shook her hand and felt the warmth in the touch. "B-But how...?"

"Infection, level 4A," she responded with a smile and looked at her for a moment. "Oh my, you're infected too?" She looked back at you and you groaned and buried your head in your hands with a groan. "My son, the shiek..."

"No no no..."

She laughed and turned back to Samantha who was still looking very confused. "Oh, dear, still a bit confused?"

"Yes...sorry, you don't look anything like you'd be old enough to be his mother..."

"Dearie, poor sweet dearie..." Yvonne gently took her hand and led her into the room and sat her down in the seat across from her before she in turn took her place on the couch. "Level 4A, your body begins to adapt and change due to the addiction and the cum you drink. I've been on my son's sperm for four years now, never missed a beat with it, and it's been the thing that's kept me alive and well enough to be out and about."

"Not to mention being the bane of my existence..." you muttered, still with your head buried and resting on your desk.

"Oh, don't listen to him, he's just disappointed because he looks like my older brother now instead of being my son." She smiled sweetly at you before winking. "I told him I could be so much more than that but the poor dear nearly blew a gasket when I suggested that. Imagine my surprise, then, to see him fucking the daylights out of that trollop down there."

Samantha looked and spotted Kayla knocked out and **** on the floor behind the couch. "Oh my god..." she quickly got up to check on her vitals before she took off her coat and covered the person's body. "That's not some trollop, that's..."

"That's dad, mom."

It was Yvonne's turn to look stunned and speechless. You looked at the absurd mess in your office and shook your head. "I went to Harvard for this..."