The Greene household gets messy

Patricia is breathing heavily as she approaches the door to Alan's--Jason's--Bedroom. It's not that she just bustled up the stairs: it has more to do with the smell.

As soon as she climbs that top step, it hits her... Subconsciously at first, quickening her steps, drawing her closer. By the time she places her hand on the doorknob, drool is spilling from her parted lips.

"Mph... Oh God," she mutters, wiping up one of the ropes of spit that's trailing down to her cleavage. "...Not again..."

Biting her lip, she turns the knob and eases the door open...

...And an hour later, Patricia's son overhears her ecstacy.

Ever since breakfast, Todd has been working on a mindless, repetitive task (that he might have automated, if he weren't paid by the hour). But then he hears a beep as his noise-cancelling headphones run out of power... Immediately followed by a gentle thud, thud, thud from the next room.

Easily-distracted, Todd gets up to investigate and is surprised to find his brother's bedroom door open a crack. What the hell is Jason doing in there?

"Hello? Could yah keep it down, I'm trying to--Ah!"

Swinging the door open, Todd gets an eyeful of his mother's huge, heavy, completely bare tits bouncing as she gyrates her voluptuous ass on top of the bed. Every inch of her nearly-naked body is shining: she's covered in sweat--Along with something a little thicker and a little whiter, collecting in globs and dripping from her face to her bent legs.

She's straddling a heap of blankets and pillows; it looks as though she balled them all up into a pile, before jumping astride it like a jockey. Some of the bedsheets are sticking to her legs as she bounces up and down, grinding on the gooey pillows with more enthusiasm than she's ever shown in bed before...

...Not that Todd would know that, as he stares slack-jawed at his bed-humping mother. **** is still taboo in Lakeville, and William isn't the type to share his wife or use her publicly.

The moment he gets over his shock, Todd turns on his heel and flees the room. "Fuck, s-sorry, Mom--Uh, I--B-bye!"

He hears Patricia call after her--Or maybe it was just another moan. Either way, he doesn't examine the scene closely enough to realize that there are huge blobs of semen oozing down Patricia's tits, still connected to her lips by dangling strings. He doesn't have the stomach to watch, pick up the clues, and realize just what his mother has been up to: not just masturbating, but humping their houseguest's cum-soaked sheets... And cleaning them, too, one mouthful at a time.

Nor is Patricia lucid enough to notice her son's intrusion. She just keeps humping, moaning, and slurping, as she has been for the last hour... And as she's determined to keep on doing, until the last drop is swallowed.

Back in his room, Todd whips out a pair of backup headphones and slaps them on--Just in time to drown out the sounds of her first orgasm.

I can't believe she's doing that in Alan's room, he thinks, gritting his teeth and turning the volume up. Especially while Jason's staying there... God, what's going on with her lately?

Downstairs, Jason pushes his chair back from the kitchen table. His strength is finally returning and his erection softening, so he figures it's time to stop playing around on his phone and start being productive.

As he struggles to put away his foot-long flaccid member, he glances beneath the table. Streaks of gooey jizz are coating the tiles, from the foot of his chair out to well past the other side. Each rope is nearly an inch wide, and getting wider as they ooze and settle from jelly-like tubes into glistening white puddles.

Standing up, Jason stops to consider for a moment: the entire underside of the table is a mine field... If he doesn't clean it up, then the next person to stick their foot under there is going to get a shoe full of goop.

With a shrug, he tucks his fat cock down one pant leg before walking out the door. He has some things to buy, and he needs to take a bus downtown first. He could get a ride from William or Patricia... But the former is poor company, and the latter sounds busy.

After taking a moment to listen to the thud, thud, thud of his adopted bed slamming into the floor, Jason grins and leaves the Greene household behind.