Properly "introduce" yourself to Paige's mother

You decide to wait for Paige to come down on her own. Despite how strange this new reality's customs still seem to you, your initial nervousness subsides as you realize that in a way, this is one of the most oddly relaxing "meet the parents" scenarios you could imagine. You don't have to worry about an angry father chasing you down for sexually violating his daughter, since you and dozens of other random men will be doing that on a daily basis, often right in front of him. Judging by his comments from a few moments ago, you suppose that "cheating" would only include starting a romantic relationship with another woman, or having sex with one with breasts smaller than a D cup. In this world, using a large-breasted woman's body for sex is as common and casual as asking her for the time, and not even the most insanely jealous girlfriend would consider that cheating. In any case, you sincerely meant what you said about not betraying her trust. The connection you felt with Paige earlier is something special, and there's no reason to risk losing that in a world where finding sexual release is as simple as going outside and shoving your cock into the first big-titted cumdumpster who walks by.

You're jolted out of your contemplations by Mr. Pattinson suddenly grunting as he begins to climax. He grabs his wife's head with both hands and shoves her all the way down onto his crotch, until his cock is buried deep in her throat and her face is pressed against his pubic hair. She makes strangled glurk, glurk, glurk noises as he ejaculates straight down her throat, thrusting harder into her mouth with each spurt, but she makes no move to resist or pull back, clearly used to this sort of treatment. After a few moments his thrusts slow and stop, and he lets go her head. She pulls back off of his softening penis and gasps for air, and a few globs of mixed cum and saliva escape her mouth and begin to ooze down her chin as she pants for breath. Mr. Pattinson stands up, stuffing his cock back into his pants and zipping back up. "I'm going to start working on dinner preparations," he said to you, and holds out his hand. "I'm Jim, by the way. Good to meet you, John." You return the handshake and he heads off into the kitchen.

After a moment to finish catching her breath, Mrs. Pattinson stands back up and asks you, "Is there anything I can get you while you wait, John? Something to drink, maybe?" She appears completely unfazed at having just been brutally throat-fucked in front of you, and while speaking to you she calmly swipes some of the cum off of her face with a forefinger and then licks it clean.

You're momentarily dumbstruck by the sight of her slurping up her husband's cum like it was so much whipped cream, but quickly recover your stride. "Uh... n-no thank you, Mrs. Pattinson," you reply. With a start you also realize you've been rubbing your cock through your jeans, but to your surprise you feel none of the embarrassment that would have caused in your old life. You're starting to grow accustomed to the casualness of sex here, and it's a wonderfully liberating feeling to be able to be so open about your desires. Well, when in Rome..."But I would like to take another look at that beautiful ass of yours."

She smiles warmly at you. "Oh, you're too kind." She turns around and kneels on the leather couch facing away from you, bending down and arching her back to expose her ass and pussy to you. "And please, call me Sophie. I'm sure we'll be seeing more of you, so no need to be formal all the time."

It doesn't get much more informal than this, you think to yourself, as you kneel down on the carpet behind her to get a better look at her ass. Her pussy lips are parted slightly, still wet from the fucking her husband was giving her earlier. You rub her glistening labia with a finger experimentally, getting it wet with her juices, and then push it into her vagina. She makes a pleasurable sound in the back of her throat and pushes her hips back against your hand, taking your finger deeper into her warm wet cunt. You add a second finger as well, which slips in easily alongside the first. You marvel at how warm her vagina feels, and resolve to sample her with your cock as well before too long.

You're just about to start fingering Sophie's asshole when you hear footsteps behind you, and you hear Paige say, "Mom, is my black skirt in the wash?"

You look over to see Paige standing calmly behind you, looking unconcerned at the sight of her mother bent over with your fingers shoved up her pussy. She's wearing a white button-up blouse which does little to contain her bulging cleavage, and which already sports a fresh splash of semen on her right breast. Whoever gave her that cumshot must have interrupted her dressing, as she is still completely naked from the waist down.

"Yes, honey," Mrs. Pattinson answers, idly wiggling her hips around the fingers still impaling her. "I can grab my brown one for you, if you'd like. That is, once John is done playing with my holes." She looks back at you, the question implicit in her eyes.