Remaining Naked is Essential

Ron wasn't exactly in the right state of mind after watching his Mom's ass get destroyed by the guy he hated the most. Looking at his massive cock just ramming inside and out of her constantly flowing pussy was the torturous image that he couldn't seem to get out of his mind. No matter how much he tried.

But thankfully for him, that fuck session or treatment's final step, as James would call it, didn't last very long. He closed the door in his face and collapsed on Susan's sweaty body for the rest of the day and night. None of them has the energy to deal with anything.

Susan was just happy with the fact that James was done with the final step, and now her family will be safe from this god awful virus that is constantly killing people. She didn't mind James cum flowing out from her swollen, red vagina or the bite marks on her squishy breasts.

It wouldn't be till the next day that Ron saw both of them come out of the bedroom.

***

Before Ron could say anything while sitting at the dining table, James proclaimed, "Susan, I think your treatment faced a very major catastrophe."

"WHAT?!" Susan exclaimed, clearly exhausted from the previous day's ordeal but still busy making breakfast in the kitchen. "We worked so hard, but something went wrong? How could this be?" She said.

"Yeah, you should be feeling very energetic at this moment, but you're not, right?" James said, eyeing Ron, who was still silent, wanting to jump in between but not finding the right moment.

"Yeah.. I am very tired." She said as she subconsciously moved her hands towards a flaming pussy lips. Still red from the ravaging.

"The ritual was interrupted prematurely," James lied smoothly, his eyes locked on Susan's trembling hands as she flipped pancakes. "Ron's outburst created energetic backlash. Negative forces have multiplied inside you. Plan B is our only option now, a deeper purification ritual. Much stronger."

"My outburst?! The fuck are you saying, huh? I-"

COUGH COUGH

Before Ron could say anything, he burst into violent coughs, almost running out of breath while doing so. Susan ran from the kitchen to his side. Forgetting about the no-touching rule and helping him up.

"Ron! Honey! Are you all right? What happened?? James!!" She called to the only person she thought could help right now.

James just felt like Lady Luck wasn't yet done stroking his cock. He was kind of afraid of thinking that if he pushed Ron too much, he would finally fight back. Although he could easily beat up the mother-loving wimp, fooling Susan will not be that easy.

"Oh no, the interruption caused backlash, and it affected him. This is what I was so afraid of!" he said, feigning fear and worry.

"You shut the f-"

COUGH COUGH

Ron doubled over, gasping as violent spasms wracked his body, a performance James recognised instantly as genuine panic rather than manufactured drama. Susan’s palms pressed against Ron’s heaving shoulders, her knuckles white with terror as she glanced wildly between her son’s crimson face and James’ unnervingly calm expression.

Before Ron could speak through the hacking, James cut in with clinical precision. "The ritual’s interruption created a cascading imbalance," he declared, stalking closer to trace a finger along Susan’s trembling jawline. "Ron’s immune system couldn’t contain the released toxins. He needs immediate isolation."

Looks like Ron has actually gotten the real virus, or he was seriously ill. In both cases, he needs to be quarantined. James can't afford to get sick and not be able to even work his cock when there is such a prized meaty body at his disposal.