The next day, Patricia goes to book club

That night was very, very long for Patricia Greene. After taking what he needed in the living room (and again in the kitchen), he explained to the utterly-exhausted mother/daughter duo that he'd need some additional help staying drained overnight.

"Sorry about that, girls... They're really churning tonight. See, feel for yourself..."

As the cum-stained pair cradled his sack, they began to argue over who would be sleeping with him. But somewhere between greedy licks at Jason's nuts, Patricia pulled the "I'm your mother" card, and so they headed to bed together.

At 10:00 AM, Patricia's alarm rings. Sitting up in her son's (now Jason's) bedroom, she realizes that she's alone... And running late for her book club.

But as she attempts to leap to her feet, she runs into a problem: her stomach is bloated. Beyond bloated.

"Oh... Oh my God," the MILF gasps, feeling up and down her bare belly. Slowly, the memories return: she spent nearly eight hours in a half-sleeping trance, Jason's cock lodged firmly in her throat. She must've swallowed dozens of loads, and the resulting distension has her nearly as big as when she was pregnant with Brook.

Surprisingly, there isn't much discomfort... Or if there is, she's too turned-on to focus on it. Knowing how much of Jason's thick, potent jizz is sloshing around in her stomach has her wet near-instantly, and the poor housewife has to fight the urge to stay in bed and go to town on herself.

Shaking off the arousal, she then has to battle with the resulting wave of shame--Only made worse by the fact that she's sitting in her son's bedroom.

He's just a boy... My son's friend... A houseguest... I'm just helping him... Just helping...

Taking a deep breath, she musters enough energy to gather her clothing and head out the door.

"H-hey Mom, are you--Jesus." Todd's eyes go wide as his mother flies past him in the hallway, barely-dressed and still cradling her bloated stomach. Jason got her PREGNANT? That's... No, wait, that doesn't make sense... It must be... Oh. Oh, fuck.

"Gotta go--Book club--Have a nice day!" With that, she bustles off to grab a change of clothes.

Half an hour later, a middle-aged woman opens her door, sees her friend, and nearly faints from shock.

Bethany Moore is a steadfast lady, to be sure: a Navy widow, she's had her share of surprises and weathered them all. But when she sees Patricia standing there, wearing a pair of shorts and a crop top that do nothing to hide her massive cum-gut, she has a hard time keeping it together.

"Trish--What--I don't--" She pauses, then tries again: "WHAT?"

"Um, it's kind of a long story, but... Not pregnant," Patricia chuckles nervously, blushing a little. "Can we... Go inside? Please?"

In addition to having to haul around an extra few pounds of sperm, she's beginning to feel a little underdressed. Wearing such a skimpy outfit seemed like a good idea when she left the house--Just in case Jason needs me later--But it's rather chilly, and the look Bethany is giving her...

"Oh... Of course, dear. C'mon in." The older woman's expression softens, but she keeps stealing glances at Patricia as they head inside. "So... Well, let's start with the outfit."

"It's my houseguest, Mr. Roberts. Alan's friend. He... He has a condition."

As Patricia talks, they enter the living room--And are faced with another four women, who have just about the same reaction as Bethany. After some initial awkward welcomes, Patricia is compelled to finish her explanation.

"...And, well, he needs us to take care of him. Quite often, sometimes, and it helps if we--"

"We?"

"Me and Brook--Oh, you should see her, she's so happy with him around. I think he's been a positive influence--She's getting more confident, spending more time with the family, she's got this streaming job--Which I don't quite understand, but..."

"...So... Are they dating?" That comment comes from a woman named Sarah: she's always interested in some relationship drama.

Patricia looks taken-aback. "No! N-no, she's just helping, same as me."

"Do you think they'll start dating? It sounds like the, uh, 'helping' has been pretty intimate."

"I... I don't..." Patricia trails off, a worried expression on her face. That can't happen. Jason's amazing, of course, but... NO.

"Ladies, why don't we stop hassling Trish for a minute, mmm?" Bethany puts on a perfect hostess smile, despite the fact that she's still reeling from the normally-conservative Patricia's scandalous story. "This is book club, not Showtime at the Apollo."

And so they get down to business, leaving Patricia to do a little self-reflection. Jason and Brook would make a perfect couple. She'd be lucky to have him, and I'd be lucky to have him as a son-in-law. So why don't I want them to be together? Part of her knew the answer, of course. The same part that was compelling her to rub her thighs together every time she pictured his face, even in front of all her friends.