She's yours forever

Giving the cum-stained bimbo a kind smile, you chuckle softly. "A long, long time, April. In fact, if your goal is to serve me however I want, whenever I feel like it..." she nods eagerly as you pause, awaiting your next words with a smile, "...then you're going to have to move in with me." Her eyes widen as she sits up quickly, sitting on the edge of the table. Her smile reverses into a pout as her expression becomes overtaken with uncertainty. You glance over at Michael to see his reaction, but he's fairly busy dry-humping the naked Cindy against the wall.

"John, I don't think I can," says April, her big lips pouting. "This is my family. I have to take care of them..." She seems confused, unable to sort out her obligations. You figure that it's your responsibility to help her through this, so you begin to elaborate on your demand.

"Alright, listen April," you say, putting your hand on her shoulder. "This may be your husband's house, and you have a duty to live here with him, satisfying him sexually." She nods. "This may be your son's house, and you have a duty to him too." She nods again, glancing over as Michael pushes himself inside the redhead's soaking pussy, her legs wrapped around him. "But you have those duties with all men, right?"

This time, her nod is hesitant. "Well, yes, but my family is still my family. I love my son...and my husband..." It didn't sound like she meant the second statement; you can work with this.

"Let's focus on sex. You're a cumdump, and the reason I'm asking you to come with me is to use you like one, so can't we agree that this has nothing to do with family?" She bites her lip, considering for a moment, and then nods slowly. "Right. And since your sexual duty to me trumps your duty to anybody else, it's obvious that you need to live with me if I request it."

"You're...you're absolutely right, John," she says, her cheery demeanor slowly returning as the confusion and worry fade from her face. "I'm sorry, dear. I can't believe I didn't realize it sooner. I'm yours, so of course you can take me with you," With that, she swings her feet off of the table, walking over to her son to give him a tap on the shoulder.

"Uungh...what is it, Mom?" he grunts, now ramming himself in and out of Cindy's pussy.

"Well, honey, John's decided to keep me, so I'll be going to live with him."

He looks shocked, but doesn't pull out. "Wait, what? What am I supposed to do? What about Dad?"

April pats him on the shoulder gently, her breasts rubbing against his chest as he continues to bounce Cindy up and down against the wall. "I'm sure you'll figure something out. Maybe Peter's secretary will finally come live here, or else he'll hire a maid or two. For now, though, I'm sure Mary across the road will be more than happy to serve you when you need it, so don't worry, okay sweetheart?"

He sighs. "Okay, Mom. I guess I'll see you when I see you," he says. April gives him a quick peck on the cheek before beginning to pick her clothes up off of the floor. She pulls on her pink thong and top, the cum on her body soaking through both.

"Well, I'm ready to go, John," she says with a smile. "I'm sure Mike will tell Peter and Carol where I am, so all that's left is to pack up whatever clothing and things you'd like me to take." With that, you take her arm and head for the stairs, leaving Michael to pound your coworker as he recovers from the loss of his mother.