The forfeit.

“………………….” An awkward silence fills camp as the implications of the forfeit sink in. I keep quiet, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t find the idea enticing. The thought of Mum servicing my cock, all the while teaching all her daughters how to pleasure me effectively, was incredibly erotic.

Surreptitiously, I glance at her out of the corner of my eye, trying to gauge her reaction to all this, only to smile as I see her doing the same. We turn to each other, our faces flushed as we search each other’s eyes. Smirking, I raise an eyebrow at her, my message clear. ‘I’m game if you are.’ Biting her lip, she nods. The sexual tension of the moment was thoroughly ruined as a notification pops into being.

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You have received a new Group Quest!

Quest available: Show, blow, and tell.

Description: You and your Party agreed to play a game with a lust god, and promptly failed your task, earning yourself a forfeit. To clear this forfeit, and keep playing the god’s game, Sasha Hill must show at least two of her daughters how to give a proper blowjob. Luckily, there is the perfect model present for her practice on, her son, Adam Hill. Have at it, and have fun!

Objective for Sasha Hill:

• Demonstrate to your audience how to give a proper blowjob. (0/1 Blowjobs performed).

Rewards for Sasha Hill:

• Variable, depending on the quality of the blowjob, quality of the instruction, and size of your audience.
• +1 Agility and +1 Charisma if you can make Adam cum in less than five minutes.

Objective for Adam Hill:

• Model for your mother. (0/1 blowjobs received).

Rewards for Adam Hill:

• A blowjob.
• +2 Constitution if you can last longer than five minutes without cumming.

Objective for the audience:

• Watch the demonstration. **WARNING** Quest will automatically fail if the audience contains less than two people (not including the model, nor the god).

Rewards for the audience:

• Variable, depending on the quality of, and how much attention you pay to, the demonstration.
• +1 Agility and +1 Intelligence per audience member that can make themselves orgasm whilst maintaining a minimum level of focus on the demonstration before it is finished.

Penalties for rejecting this quest:

• Your Party is disqualified from the god’s game.
• Your Party receives a heavy reduction in reputation with the god for breaking your agreement and backing out after the forfeit has been revealed.

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I shrug, then accept the Quest. Honestly, this was a win win for me by any stretch of the imagination. I turn to Em as she says, “So at least two of us need to watch?” Her eyes flick around the group, face crimson as she looks from person to person, eyes widening as she realises that Mum’s eyes are locked onto the steadily growing tent in my trousers.

“It certainly sounds like it. Lisa, I assume you’ll be watching?” I turn to my older sister as I ask the question, a small, knowing smile on my face. She'd been pretty worked up when I had told her about the first time Em had kissed me and had been verrry interested in my love life before that back on earth. Not that I, with my eclectic mix of kinks, was judging her. If anything, the knowledge that she got off when hearing about (and maybe even seeing) other people's sexual exploits turned me on. 'Does that make me an exhibitionist? Where'd I put that fetish bingo?' Returning my focus back to the present, my smile grew as, pink in the face, her eyes quickly flick to mine, down to my cock, over to Mum, then back to mine again as she nods.

“So, either of you need to…” I turn back to Ash and Em, meaning to see which one of them was willing to watch our mother suck my dick, only cut myself off as I see both girls nibbling their bottom lips, each with a hand down the front of their leathers. At my raised eyebrow, Ash more moans than says, “whaaat? Theres… mmmmmm, Attribute points up for grabs, we’re getting… oooooh… a head start.”

‘Sometimes,’ I think, my mouth quirking up at the corner, ‘I forget that they are just as capable of getting as into all this as I am.’ Chuckling to myself, I turn my attention to Mum, then ask, “ready?” She smirks at me, then replies, “I should be asking you that, although I’m not opposed to earning myself some extra Attribute points.”

“Oh, is that right? We’ll just have to see about that.” The look of pure carnal hunger that the otherwise placid woman is levels at me is more than enough to get me a little off balance, so my reply is the best I can come up with on short notice. Her smirk merely deepens, a dark humour sparkling in her eyes at my reaction. ‘She’s going to eat me alive, and I’m going to love every second.’

She walks towards me then, and I swallow past the sudden lump in my throat as she approaches. Coming to a stop in front of me, she stands on tip-toes so she can whisper into my ear. I am expecting more teasing, some dirty talk, or possibly even both, so I am surprised when I hear her whisper, “are you sure you're okay with this? You seemed unsure yesterday, and the last thing I want to do is push you into anything you don’t want to do.”

She was right. Yesterday I was unsure of things. But today? Ever since I learned what the forfeit was, the main thing I felt was excitement, a deep sense of anticipation for what was to come. There were some nerves, yes, but they were nerves born from inexperience, rather than any **** of trepidation. ‘That,’ I supposed, ‘is a pretty definitive answer.’

I smile warmly at Mum, grateful that she was apparently willing to tell a god to shove their forfeit up their ass if it made me uncomfortable or strained our fledgling romantic relationship. Whispering back, I say, “I do want this… see.” Taking her unresisting hand, I guide it to my trouser-straining erection, grinning slightly as her hand jerks back a little.

The grin lasts just long enough for her to get over her initial shock (i.e., not long at all), at which point she reaches forward, and I have to suppress a grunt as she eagerly explores my length through the layers of fabric. I feel a tug as one of her hands works the clasp of my belt. Her other hand snakes up and cups the back of my head before drawing my face down towards hers, her tongue practically forcing itself into my mouth as she kisses me with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine.

Her dextrous hand has my belt undone in short order, and the button of my trousers barely puts up any resistance before popping open. I moan into her mouth as her small hand slips into my underwear and wraps around my cock. She breaks the kiss, grinning at me playfully as she explores my length. “Mmmmmmmm, plenty to work with, I see.”

The comment is whispered into my ear, and sends shivers rippling throughout my body. Before I can reply, the hand around my cock withdraws as she adds, “now, lose the trousers and take a seat, I’ve got some teaching to do." All too eager to comply, I stow my trousers and underwear, hearing a feminine gasp from our audience as my cock springs free and stands proudly in the tepid air.

Making sure that Mum has enough room, I scoot one of the camp chair backwards slightly, before taking a seat, knees spread wide. Mum looks over her shoulder, a complicated expression briefly flashing across her face as she sees two of her daughters openly masturbating, and one trying (and failing) to be subtle about it. The expression soon shifts to a sultry smile as she says, “gather round girls.”

Turning back to me, she slowly approaches before dropping to her knees between my spread legs, her hand reaching out to wrap around my cock. The rest of the girls gather round, their eyes locked on my crotch. Mum begins her lecture in a smooth, low voice, but I am far too preoccupied by the sensation of her sedate handjob to pay much attention. Eventually she leans closer, and I feel her warm breath wash over me, her face mere centimetres away from my member.

She pauses a moment, breathing in through her nostrils as she takes in my scent. Then conscious thought suddenly becomes much more difficult, the sensation of her tongue on my cock as she runs it from root to tip forcing a moan of pleasure from my lips. Her tongue plays over my flesh, delicately teasing certain spots one moment, before licking me in long strokes the next.

I gasp as I feel a hand cup my balls before gently fondling them. The constant **** ends abruptly, and I return to myself long enough to hear an amused voice say, “and some men love it when you do this.” Then the world returns to a pleasurable white-noise as Mum draws one of my balls into her mouth. I moan, the sensation of gentle suction combined with the swirling of her tongue, all the while working my spit-soaked shaft with her hand, causes my toes to curl.

Sensation ceases for a moment, only to return tenfold as I feel her warm, wet mouth envelope me, her tongue caressing the underside of my shaft. My fingers dig into the chair’s armrests as she works my length, starting off slowly and gradually increasing the pace. Intermittently, her ministrations stop as she explains a concept to her audience. The pauses never take long, and each comes with a significant jump in intensity, sometimes targeting weak spots, other times merely increasing her speed or the depth of her expert attentions.

I cry out at one point, fighting off the urge to grab the back of her head and hold her in place as she takes my entire length into her mouth. I look down at her, seeing her stare back up at me with triumphant, watery eyes, her lips wrapped around the base of my cock, and nose pressed against my trimmed pubes. She holds her position for a few seconds, then comes up for air. By then I am getting extremely close, so when she grins up at me cockily, then repeats the manoeuvre, she nearly pushes me over the edge.

Feeling my orgasm is imminent, I grunt out, “Mum! Cumming!” Her eyes meet mine, full of heat and desire as she pulls back slightly, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock as her hand wraps around my base and begins jerking me off into her mouth. The dual sensations prove too much as, with a final grunt, my orgasm overtakes me. My cock twitches, unloading line after line of cum into Mum’s waiting mouth.

After my orgasm subsides with a final half-hearted spurt, Mum finally pulls back. Meeting my eyes, she opens her mouth, revealing the pool of pearlescent seed on her tongue. Her mouth closes as she visibly swallows. Slowly opening her mouth again, Mum sticks out her tongue, displaying a distinct lack of cum.

Grinning wolfishly, she runs a finger through a small line of my seed that had escaped the seal of her lips, scooping it up and bringing it to her mouth. She sucks on the finger with an audible pop, before saying in a sultry voice, “thank you, Sweety, breakfast was delicious.” The tone sends a fresh shiver through me and causes my spent member to twitch slightly, a modicum of life beginning to return.

Seeing this (she has a rather close-up view, after all), she raises an eyebrow, but before she can comment, each of us receives a notification.

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Quest complete!

Congratulations! You have completed the group Quest: Show, blow, and tell!

Objective completed:

• Model for your mother. (1/1 blowjobs received).

You have been rewarded with the following:

• A blowjob.
• +2 Constitution, and the knowledge that if she’d been able to focus on you properly, you would’ve lost, hard.

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‘I’ll take the win, deserved or not.’ Chucking, I dismiss the prompt. I didn’t have all that much to go over, so by the time I’m fished, Mum is still reading. On a whim, I reach out and affectionately cup Mum’s face in my palm, slowly stroking her cheek with my thumb.

She smiles beatifically for a moment, before a look of mischief flashes across her face. Leaning forwards blindly, she plants a kiss on my still flaccid cock, snorting in amusement as she feels it twitch slightly in response. Pulling back, she continues to read her notifications, a contented smile on her face. A smile that shifts to confusion a moment later as she says, “wait, what does it mean by 4 audience members?”