Testing Mike's limits

Once you, Mike and April are finished breakfast, you get up to help with the dishes. You could make April do it all for you, of course, but even in the midst of a selfish sex fantasy of your own making it feels right to help out with the little things.

When that's done, you head back to the kitchen table where Mike is still seated. He's poking at his phone, trying to angle it so that the cum you left on his face doesn't keep dripping down onto his screen.

You take a moment to reflect on the absurdity of the situation: not only have you fucked a baby into your best friend's mom, but you've also transformed him (and his freakin' dad) into your personal bimbo cumdumps. How much can you **** your powers? Will the people in this new world really accept anything you dish out, without bursting at the seams? Your mind whirls at the deviant possibilities.

Getting back to business, you pull out your cock and rub it against Mike's cheek. He barely reacts, blinking slightly at the sudden touch.

"Hey," he mumbles, still staring at his phone. "Do you want me to suck you off or something?"

"Nah," you grunt, even as you move your hips closer. Your full length is pressed up against the side of his face, now, and you study it for any signs of irritation... But he doesn't even twitch.

"Hey, Mike? You're really okay with me doing this?"

"Huh? Yeah."

"Describe what I'm doing."

"You're, like, humping my face with your dick or something."

"And if you think back to how we used to hang out, that doesn't bother you?"

He glances up at you. "I mean, sure. If you'd asked me before whether I'd let you turn me and my family into your own personal harem, I would've kicked you in the nuts. But now we're yours, so..." He shrugs. "This is just how it is."

Raising an eyebrow, you snatch his phone from his hand and put it on the table. Then you tilt his head towards you and start moving your hips, running your cock back and forth over his face.

"So if I decided to tie you up in Peter's room and make you his personal onahole, you'd do that? Or if I decided to put a collar on you and walk you around town, only stopping to dump another load into these pumped-up lips... You'd be fine with that too?"

"Y-Yeah, of course," he stammers from beneath your cock.

"And how would you feel about it?"

"Well, uh... I wouldn't be super into it personally. I mean, you're the boss but, like... If you're really asking my opinion..." He swallows hard. "Could you, uh, not do that? Pretty please?"

There we go... That's what I wanted, bud, you think as you slap your cockhead against his pillowy lips. Then you lean back, shaking off the strand of pre-cum that's dangling onto your friend's cheek.

"Thanks for being honest. For a moment there I was worried I'd turned you into some kind of blank sexbot.... I mean, where's the fun in that?" You tousle his hair playfully. "Here, have a tissue."

Mike smiles sheepishly as he takes the tissue, wiping himself a few times before cleaning off your cock without being asked.

"I'm still gonna be fucking the hell out of you though," you say with a grin.

You've never seen someone blush so quickly before.