Two kitchens, two conversations

"So? What's it like?"

Patricia spins around to find Sarah, her gossipy Asian friend, looking at her curiously. Book club has wrapped up, and both women hold nearly-empty glasses of wine as they stand in the kitchen.

"It's... Well..." As usual, Patricia was daydreaming about the sperm-spewing monster that's come to dominate her life. While Jason's neurochemical influence prevents her from really focusing on her perverted new living situation, she can't go more than an hour without feeling a vague craving, or finding images of the boy's massive member entering her mind's eye. "It's... Big," she finally mumbles.

"Big? Oh, like a big change? I'm sure--My second cousin's family moved out to an O.Z. a couple years ago. We don't hear from them much anymore, but I hear they're quite happy. Apparently their 19-year-old son is on city council already, and... And..."

Sarah trails off as she sees the odd expression on her friend's face. Then here eyes go wide.

"Oh. 'Big,' like... You're talking about his... Wow." She glances down at Patricia's belly--Smaller, now, but still obvious given her skimpy outfit. "Yeah, I'll bet it's big. What're we talking, here?" She holds up her hands with the palms facing together, then begins slowly moving them apart. As she does, her expression grows more amused: "Oh, bigger than my husband... And my favorite dildo... Aaaand bigger than I've ever seen in porn, wow... WOW... Seriously?"

As Patricia blushes and waves her off, Sarah throws her hands up and begins to laugh. She assumes that the embarassed MILF is refusing to answer on principle... But in reality, Patricia is being perfectlyhonest: Sarah didn't move her hands far enough before giving up.

"Seriously, hon, the whole thing sounds pretty wild. I know free use norms are getting more liberal by the year, and everywhere's a little different, but... Around here... I just can't imagine. How's your husband taking it? You're still sleeping with him too, right?"

"Um... Mhm." Patricia shrugs off the question: in reality, she doesn't remember: every time she tries to think about sex, she pictures Jason's thick slab... Twitching, oozing, swinging back and forth as he walks... Spurting enough seed to clog every drain in the house...

"Well, don't judge me, buuut I wouldn't mind being invited over for dinner one of these nights," Sarah continues with a grin. "Get a closer look at some O.Z. culture, if you know what I mean."

"S-sure," Patricia says, snapping back to reality. "Oh--Dinner! I need to get home and cook for Jas--For everyone."

Sarah can't help but giggle as she reaches out to take Patricia's glass. "Bye, girl!" Watching her friend hustle off, she shrugs and tips the remaining wine into her own cup.

Not sure if I pity her or envy her, Sarah thinks, taking a sip. Hope she makes good on that invite, so I can REALLY find out.

Back at home, Todd sits down at the kitchen table. He's set up quite the lunch for himself: two hot dogs with all the fixings, carefully dressed--Just like on the package. The condiments he used are sitting in a neat row beside it, all very full: he purchased them that morning.

The young man licks his lips, ravenously hungry. All of the food that comes into the Greene household seems to get gooey within a few hours, and Todd doesn't have the same taste for sperm that his parents and sister have developed. In short, he hasn't been eating much lately.

But just before he takes his first bite, footsteps approach from behind.

"Morning," Jason yawns, leaning on a nearby chair. He's wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, his skinny-yet-toned chest bare. Todd tries not to look any further down than that: the leg of the boy's underwear isn't nearly as long as his flaccid cock.

"It's 12:30," Todd mumbles angrily, staring straight ahead.

"Shit, really? Didn't sleep much."

"...Me neither." The older boy continues to seethe, trying to count the number of times he was woken up by his mother's moans and the ever-present thud, thud, thud from Jason's room.

"Hey, dressing a hotdog? Nice. Lemme help."

"N-no, it's already--" Todd's jaw drops as Jason yanks down his boxers, then SLAMS his rapidly-hardening cock onto the tabletop. With one hand he begins stroking it from above, using the table to stimulate the underside.

The other hand starts lining up the condiments with Todd's plate--And with the tip of his member, which is already beginning to ooze onto the varnished wood.

"This'll just take a sec," Jason grunts, flashing Todd a polite smile.

"I... Actually, I'm not hungry," he replies, scooting his chair back--

"Sit." Jason is at full hardness now, and Todd can't help but notice his fat nuts churning and swelling against the edge of the table. "...Hnngh... Nearly there..."

"Hellooo?" A female voice comes from the hallway. "I'm back!"

"Hey Trish, we're in here," Jason replies happily, though his voice is beginning to shake. "I'm helping... Your son... Ungh!"

The orgasm hits faster than he expected: Jason's cock begins pumping thick wads of jizz across the table, each one adding a good few spoonfulls of white cream to each one of the condiments... And Todd's hot dog... And the tabletop... And the kitchen wall.

Each splurt is accompanied by a grunt and a thud, as Jason continues stroking happily. He's practically humping the table now, his pulsating ballsack slapping against the side only a foot from where Todd is sitting.

"Hi boys--Oh!" It's just then that Patricia steps into the room, biting her lip and staring at Jason's crotch. "Um... Hi..."

"Hey Trish," Jason says. "Just making Todd some lunch."

"Aw, that's so nice of you," she says, eyes still locked on his spurting tip. Now that it's slowing down, Jason is holding it above the already-glazed hot dog and giving it a few more coats. "Say 'thank you,' Todd."

"M-Mom... He, it's... Can't you see what he's--"

"You're welcome," Jason cuts him off cheerfully, shaking a few viscous drops off his tip before hefting it away from the table... But before he tucks it away, he does something that catches both Todd and Patricia totally off-guard.

With a mighty SMACK and an accompanying SPLAT, Jason hits Todd across the face with his thick, sticky shaft. He isn't moving very quickly or aggressively, but the incredible weight of his member is enough to knock the older boy's face to the side.

Todd's eyes go wide. Without sitting back upright, he brings a hand to his cheek, touches it, and then inspects the clearish-white fluid that's now coating the side of his face. "...Y-you... You..."

Patricia's looking shocked as well, but she snaps out of it as she sees her son about to do something unacceptably rude--Like talking back to the boy who just cockslapped him.

She rushes to change the subject: "Aren't you going to eat, Todd?"

"Wha--I--" He looks up at Jason, who's smiling down at him peacefully. No malice, no doubt, no arousal... Just the faint grin of a young man fooling around and enjoying himself, without a care in the world. "N-no, Mom... I'm not... I don't..."

"Here, sweetheart..." Todd's unable to take his eyes off Jason--Probably some sort of predator/prey instinct. So he only hears the schloop as his mother picks up the hotdog, then the splatsplatsplat as ropes of jizz slough off of it and coat the table even more. "...Let me help."

"MommmMMPH! Mm-mmph!" Rather than watch the lewd mother/son display, Jason heads back towards the stairs. "Mom, Mom, I--Gmph!" As he walks he sheds his boxers, leaving them on the hallway floor. By the time he's climbing the steps his cock is already recovering, bobbing back and forth.

Wonder if Brook's streaming? Bet she'll appreciate some baby batter more than her brother.