Sunday Morning Texts

I walk up in the morning to the feeling of a warm, wet sensation under the covers. I lift up my blanket to see Rose eagerly sucking my cock. Wow. Never thought I would be at the point where a woman was waking me up with a morning blowjob. This is something most men can only dream of, and here I am, living the dream. As I watch Rose's head move along the length of my member, I can't help but feel like I've truly achieved the status of "porn story protagonist." I mean, surprise oral sex in the morning feels like a staple for those kinds of narratives. With how crazy my life has become, it sometimes feels like I really am in one of those erotic stories. Huh. What a weird thought. Perhaps it's better that I don't think too hard about that idea, otherwise I might give myself a headache.

"Good morning, handsome. Glad to see you're enjoying yourself. I thought I might give you a little extra treat for being such a valued customer," Rose says before going back to swallowing my dick.

Well, it looks like someone's still into her roleplay fetish. I should probably be thankful for that. Overall, "Whore Rose" isn't actually as difficult to handle as you might think. And having her stay like this beats trying to figure out whatever quirks come with a new fetish. So for now, I'll count it as a blessing.

I cum down Rose's throat before getting ready for the day. I then head toward the kitchen. On my way there, I hear a sound coming from Mom's room. It kind of sounds like something is scratching against the door. I walk over to her room and listen for a moment.

"Mom? Everything okay in there?" I ask.

"Matt, sweetie? Is that you? Would you mind opening the door for me?" Mom calls back.

Despite a bit of confusion, I open the door, only to see Mom crawl out on her hands and knees. Oh, that's right. It did look like she was having trouble standing yesterday. Last time Mom started dealing with the effects of BITCH IN HEAT, she wanted to stop wearing clothes first, but it looks like this time she lost her ability to walk on two legs first. Interesting.

"Thank you, sweetie. I'm not sure why I was having so much trouble there. I just couldn't seem to figure out how to open the door. Honestly, I have no idea why my room has a door like that. The handle is so high up, and even if it wasn't, those things aren't designed for paws like mine," she explains.

And just like before, it seems like Mom is completely unaware that anything unusual is going on. She's talking as if she's always been walking like this. She even referred to her own hands as "paws." Why is her obliviousness so hot to me? I'm not sure, but seeing her down on the ground is really doing something for me. Especially since I know that means it won't be long before she'll be **** to fuck me again. However, I am once again left wondering how Mom is supposed to work like this. As much as I hate to say it, I don't see any way for her to keep her job for another week. Hopefully I can figure out a solution to that problem soon.

Mom and I make our way to the kitchen. Once we arrive, I start preparing a small breakfast. As I do, I notice Mom is patiently sitting on the floor. Not really sure what to do, I ignore her and continue with my business. After a moment, she clears her throat, getting my attention.

"Uh, sweetie? Do you think you could help me out again?" She asks.

It takes me a second to realize what she's talking about, but eventually it dawns on me. As I work on my food, I start making a second bowl for her. Once I'm finished, I place my bowl on the dining room table, while I put hers on the floor beside me. She says thank you before shoving her face down into it to eat. God, even watching her eat like an animal is kind of sexy. I had no idea I would be so into this kind of thing. I guess the Random Remote has really helped me expand my sexual horizons.

Not long after, everyone else shows up to eat. Michelle arrives first and asks why I didn't wait so she could make breakfast. In retrospect, that probably is something I should leave to the maid. She walks around the table to find Mom eating at my feet. After explaining what happened with Julia yesterday to her, I also gave her the basic rundown on the rest of the house's new identities. I kept the details pretty vague (especially anything involving the remote), but I filled her in on what she needed to know. Luckily, she took everything pretty well. Because of that, when she sees Mom on her hands and knees, scarfing down food out of a bowl on the floor, she barely bats an eye.

"Please tell me you never plan on feeding her actual dog food," she says with a slight bit of concern.

"Of course not. Only the best for her," I respond before petting Mom on the head, which causes her to wag her butt happily.

That answer seems to satisfy Michelle, as she smiles at her mom's enthusiasm. Shortly after that interaction, Julia comes down. When she sees Mom, she has a bit of a stronger reaction. Despite the strange sight though, she doesn't actually say anything. Because of what I told her yesterday, she thinks Mom is just pretending to be a dog for fun. If anything, seeing Mom like this only helps confirm what I told her. As if that wasn't enough, Michelle comes over to Julia when she sits down at the table.

"Good morning, Julia. Is there anything I can get you?" Our oldest sister asks.

"Huh? Oh, um, no thanks," Julia answers, a bit uncomfortable.

"Of course. If you change your mind, just let me know. Now if you'll excuse me, I have quite a bit of cleaning to do today."

Michelle walks out of the dinning room, but not before turning and winking at me when no one else is looking. After she leaves, Rose comes in and eats with the rest of us. I have to admit, it's nice not having to worry as much about hiding things from Julia. I still need to be careful, but it finally feels like I can breathe in my own house again. Once we all finish, Michelle comes back in and takes our dishes, while everyone else goes off in separate directions. I worry a little when I see Rose get up, unsure of what she has planned for today, but she actually breaks character to assure me that she's still pretty exhausted from last night and just wants to rest for right now.

With the house being relatively quiet, I'm left wondering what I want to do today. I'll probably take it pretty easy, but it would be a waste to not do anything. It doesn't take long for my options to become clear to me, as I pull out my phone to find I have texts from multiple people. I take a quick moment to read over all of them.

Helen: Sir, I'm happy to report that the instillation you asked for was successfully finished yesterday. There are a few more preparations I need to make, but everything should be ready for you tomorrow as planned.

Excellent. That doesn't exactly help me today, but it's good to know that there's some fun in store for tomorrow. Along with that message, Helen also sends me the location of the room that she chose, which I keep in mind for later. I thank her, only to get a reply back almost instantly.

Helen: I'm happy to help, Sir. By the way, I was hoping we could meet sometime soon so I could ask you a few questions. I promise it won't take up too much of your time. Perhaps we could meet after your classes tomorrow?

Helen wants to have another meeting? I wonder why. Though, I'm sure it's for a good reason. Everything Helen does is for a good reason. Besides, it's been quite a while since I've seen her, so it might be nice to have a meeting. I'm sure we'll be able to mix in some pleasure with our business. I send her a text telling her that I'll be there before moving on to the next text.

Katia: Hello, Matt! I hope you are doing good this morning! I am planning another stream later today. I really hope you will come and watch me! I have something extra special planned to bring in more viewers! You will not want to miss it!

Katia certainly knows how to pique my interest. Since I have so little going on today, there's no way I'm going to miss one of Katia's stream. If she was willing to shake her ass on camera last time, who knows what she came up with to bring in more viewers. That being said, she did say it would happen later today, so I still have some time. With that in mind, I move on to what looks like the last text I received.

Nicole: Mat! Du u wana cum ovr? I got mi boobies an ass dun an i wan u 2 c! Thay luk SO prity an hawt i promiz!

Uh... what the hell am I looking at? Somehow, it looks like Nicole managed to misspell almost every single word in this message. I knew she was getting pretty dumb, but I didn't realize she was almost completely illiterate at this point. I think the idea she was trying to get across is that she wants me to go to her house because she got some cosmetic surgery done. If so, I have to say, that's a pretty quick turnaround time. She couldn't have gotten those surgeries that long ago. Her FONY FIGURE attribute did say she would have a reduced recovery time, but damn, that took no time at all.

I can't say I'm not intrigued to see what she looks like now. Nicole used to be quite the small package, so I wonder just how far she went with all this stuff. Only one way to find out, I suppose. It takes a solid ten minutes of texting back and forth for me to figure out where Nicole lives, as she isn't exactly smart enough to know what I mean when I ask what her address is anymore. Eventually, I do manage to find the right place, at which point, I tell Nicole I'll be over soon.

In all honesty, I'm not sure why Nicole wants me of all people to come over, but who am I to complain? Whatever the reason, it looks like I have my day planned out now. Go see Nicole, then come back home to catch Katia's next stream. That's a pretty good schedule, if you ask me. It gives me something to do, while still keeping the day relatively relaxed. Alright, I guess with that all sorted out, I have a bimbo to catch up with.