You’re gonna win yourself some more MILF slaves.

You had drank the least so far, with Hannah being the only exception, but she was a slight woman compared to your manly form. You had a pretty good feeling that you could out last the rest of the women and earn yourself a harem.

True, there was a pretty decent chance you could just keep the mothers you’d collected without playing this game, the fact that Evelyn and Amelia had so willingly followed you giving strong credence to that theory. Hell, you might do that regardless of the outcome, because why not? But luring them into a trap by making them think they had a choice in the matter was its own kind of fun.

“Erin you got my mom again.” Hannah muttered before popping her mother’s toes back into her mouth.

There was a few minutes of awkward silence as everyone waited expectantly, but Miriam seemed completely focused on squeezing her tits together and bouncing up and down the length of your rod. It was when she stuck her tongue out the corner of her mouth like a child transfixed with a task, that your mother snapped,

“Miriam ! Truth or Dare?”

“Huh! What?” Miriam stopped dead and looked around in a panic before devolving into senseless giggles.

Two shots and nearly a full beer and she was pretty much shit faced. The fact she was a lightweight was good to know.

“I don’t know, what do you think I should pick?” Miriam calmed down and asked your mother.

“Why are you asking me?” Your mother sighed, “Geez...I don’t know if I’d feel right daring you to do anything like this.”

“Truth it is then! Make it good!” Miriam cheered before trying to settle back down on her heels.

Hannah put a stop to that real quick with a defensive hand,

“God, mom! Get your ass out of my face!”

“L-language!” Miriam hiccuped, not sounding authoritative in the slightest.

“Miriam please, you’re a mess, will you please get a hold of yourself?” Your mother shot Hannah a sympathetic glance, her anger from earlier gone while she watched her friend’s drunkness.

“False! I’m too drunk for that!” Miriam giggled, forgetting she was reprimanding her daughter, and fell forwards onto her face.

“That wasn’t my question.” Your mother began approaching Miriam's downed figure in concern, “uh… Miriam ?”

Miriam responded to your mother’s concern with a grunt and a dismissive flail of her arm,

“I pass.”

“You do know I’ll get to keep you for a week if you do that, right?” You took pleasure in reminding her.

“Big deal. I have to get fucked by your monster cock for a while, that sound’s soooo bad.” Miriam scoffed, her face still buried in the carpet.

“You’re also taking one more shot.” You laughed, pouring another shot, and lifting her head by her hair so your could pour it down her throat.

Miriam started to cough and sputter when the harsh drink hit her throat, but you squeezed her mouth shut and pinched her nose so she had **** to swallow it all down before you dropped her head back to the floor.

“Well… mom you rolled...uh, hey? Mom?” Hannah had stopped lapping at her mother’s soles to tap at her phone, but had noticed a change.

“Looks like we’re drinking on her turn too.” You smirked while you wrote ‘Property of John Doe across one of Miriam's ass cheeks.

By now there was a smattering of groans as the **** was starting to catch up with all the women. You too were feeling a little light headed, but that was likely more to do with all the flesh at your disposal and how you hadn’t cum over any of them yet. That was going to have to change real soon.

“Then… Evelyn you got... Gladys” Hannah tapped at her phone again, while absentmindedly sucking on one of her mother’s toes, clearly getting used to the act.

“This is going to be happening quite a bit more from now on, huh? With two drunks I mean.” Evelyn gave her mother a sympathetic frown before glancing your way.

“Absolutely!” You cheered, “She’s mine for four weeks now.”

“F-four!” Amelia sputtered in shock.

“I said I’d double the penalty for every pass past the third.”

“Man, I really don’t want to pass out before this games over then, I still have a job back home.”

“I’m glad you understand why it’s a penalty.”

“Did we ever say what your penalties would be?” Evelyn prodded.

“About the same I figured.”

“So like, If you couldn’t do my dares, I’d get to keep you as sex ****?” Hannah scoffed.

“Oh shit, you want me to be your sex ****?” You laughed, reminding Hannah what she was saying, turning her face bright pink.

“W-whatever! Amelia got Erin !”

“Uh… truth?” Your mother hesitantly picked.

“Alright miss... how about…what’s your darkest fetish?”

“P-pardon?” Your mother recoiled in surprise.

“You know, what have you always wanted to do but were afraid to ask for?”

Your mother’s eyes glazed over and she squeezed her thighs together as something came to her drunken mind. Her eyes drifted to your cock before going wide and she squeaked,

“I-I’d rather pass!”

“I get to pick your clothes for a week then!” You cheered, rushing over to her with a shot.

You were all **** to drink right after that thanks to Gladys turn rolling around and it was clear that few present were going to last much longer.

“John ... got Amelia.”

“Ah...what the hell, dare!” Amelia drunkenly declared.

“I dare you to ride my cock!” You grunted forcefully, walking over to the couch and sitting down.

“Oh yes, an easy one!” Amelia giggled and stumbled after you.

Once she was in front of you, she turned around, pushed her feet together and tentatively lowered her hips towards you, eventually engulfing your meat into her warm, wet fold.

“Okay and I got…” Hannah absentmindedly tapped at her phone, and kissed at her mother’s heel before she realized it was her turn again and she could stop, and pulled away in an exaggerated display, “I guess actually, John has my mom for two weeks now.” Hannah shrugged and sat down a foot away from her mother.

Your mother was next, but she looked out of it.

“Mom, you want to pass and let me keep you as a pet?”

Her only response was a grunt and a forceful karate chop through the air which caused her to over balance and hit the floor.

“I think that’s a yes.” Evelyn pipped up, looking nearly as bad and clearly trying to avoid drinking even more.

“I suppose that’s fair.” You shrugged, with a grin and took up the permanent marker to claim ownership of yet another pet.

At this point you felt that everyone was so drunk you could’ve claimed they were your pets for any amount of time you wanted, and they’d probably believe you, but if they had more notes to compare to break any arguments they could come up with, that would certainly have it’s benefits.

The game pretty much ended there though. Once Miriam's turn rolled around and everyone took another drink, Evelyn went next, she even managed to roll one of the few conscious people left, but couldn’t make it through her sentence and wound up losing the privilege of dressing herself. Amelia managed to make it through her turn though, and regrettably got to stop bouncing on your cock, leaving you blue balled yet again.

After that it was a messy blur. You were surprised both Amelia and Hannah were able to keep up with your drinking despite their small feminine bodies. You could only assume part of it had to do with very little of the beer was actually making it into anyones mouths at this point as you were all getting pretty shitfaced.

You were too drunk to keep track of the simple math that came with doubling everyone's different sentence when you rolled them, but you were vaguely able to understand that you had Gladys for the longest, reaching well past a year, while the others were pretty much neck and neck at something – slightly – more reasonable.

In your various levels of drunkness none of you gave a particularly hard dare or truth, or really questioned the stupid answers any of you gave to stupid questions, so there weren’t any shots taken, but eventually Amelia threw in the towel and accepted her very first penalty before passing out herself, leaving a very tipsy you, and an absolutely smashed Hannah sitting beside each other on the couch.

“Who’re you… gonna fuck now?” Hannah slurred, and smirked at you.

“What d’you… what?” You blinked at her in confusion, “There’s pussy everywhere.” You eventually shook your head and affirmed forcefully.

“They’re sleeping!”

“They’re drunk! And they’re mine!”

“What about me?”

“Huh?”

“Am I yours?”

“Uh…” That sobered you up just a little, you didn’t see Hannah as much of a flirt, but then your inebriation came back full ****, and you slurred, “I don’t think so yet… you might’ve lost your clothes to me though….”

Hannah let out a hideous snort, which devolved into a dry heave and you were half expecting her to vomit, before she calmed down and glared at you,

“Since when?”

“I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure it happened.” You weren’t actually sure, but her glaring seemed like a challenge to drunk you.

“Oh… well make sure I’m pretty….” Hannah mumbled getting a far away look in her eyes.

“Hah! Pretty hot!” You giggled.

Hannah smiled at that and looked over at you with a twinkle in her eyes. She looked so innocently happy, you couldn’t help yourself and leaned in for a kiss,

“Hey, you wanna fuck my throat?” She stopped you inches from her face with a simple question.

“Yes. Absolutely. I haven’t gotten off since we started this game.” You immediately slurred, and grabbed her by the back of the head as you straightened up and began to push her down.

“Haha! Wait! Stop!” Hannah giggled like an idiot and wrestled away from your grasp, “I’m being serious! It might be because I’m drunk –”

You snorted and earned yourself an angry glare.

“ – but! I don’t see why they all get to have fun with you just because they pushed out a kid. I’m your girlfriend! Why can’t you fuck my face with that big old dong!”

“Do you hear yourself Hannah?” You giggled, “I mean, I’ve got a magic ring that makes it okay to fuck mothers, that’s why. You’re not a mom.”

“Well then put a baby in me and then turn me into a toy too!”

“I’m not going to knock you up!”

“Why not? We’re dating aren’t we?” Hannah puffed up her chest angrily.

“‘Cuz then we’d have a baby to take care of.”

“Oh shit! You’re right!”

“Besides, have you ever seen a dong before? How do you now mine’s big?”

“I… well…. mom said it was….” Hannah started to look ashamed.

“And you just believed her?” You asked, in your drunken state you were genuinely curious.

“Well… no… I had a boyfriend in highschool… B-but he was tiny! Like below average!”

“I’m not jealous of some made up guy you dated years ago!” You laughed at her concern.

“He’s not made up!” Hannah huffed angrily, “He really did have a tiny dick! It was like an acorn compared to your corn cob!”

“Man! You must really want to eat this meat… talkin ‘bout food like that….”

“That’s what I said! That’s why I wanted you to stop joking around!”

You met Hannah's angry glare for a minute, staring into her eyes before you eventually let out another laugh, and stood up on the couch, placed one leg on the armrest beside her and slapped her across the face with your cock,

“Does this look like a joke to you?” You roared, beating your rock hard meat against her face.

“God, you’re the worst!” Hannah broke into a fit of drunken giggles, her stern mask destroyed by your cock slaps, and reached up to fend you off.

“You gonna suck it or what?” You whined, but didn’t stop slapping your cock against her cheeks.

“Yes! Just sit down!” Hannah wheezed through her giggles, too drunk to show her usual timidness, or even care that her mother was **** just a couple feet away.

You didn’t waste another second before sitting down beside her and throwing a hand behind her head to guide her down. Likewise, Hannah had no hesitation leaning over and kissing up and down the side of your meat.

“What made you want to suck me off anyways?” You groaned, leaning back in your seat and running a hand through Hannah's hair.

“****, mostly.” She snorted, flicking her tongue over the head of your cock.

“I mean, we haven’t even really started dating yet, we just kind of talked about it….”

“Well… I’m not some slut!” Hannah placed her hands on one of your thighs and pushed herself up to meet your face and glared at you with a sobering look, “It’s just… you’re so big….” she trailed off with her already flushed complexion going just a shade pinker.

“Exactly what a slut would say.”

“Shut up!” Hannah squealed and pinched your thigh, failing miserably to hide her grin, “It’s not just that I wanted to feel your cock… when we went for our walk and you started fucking Gladys and her family… you seemed to be having a lot of fun and when you got Evelyn and Amelia to lick whipped cream off your cock… I just… I wanted to join the fun too.” Hannah grimaced and hid her face in a hand, “God, what the hell is wrong with me! I mean, I know it’s stupid, they’re all mothers, of course it’s just stupid fun for you but I just…it’s not like I actually….” Hannah clenched a fist and started shaking it in frustration as she tried desperately to explain herself.

You were somewhere else though. What she said had sparked an idea in your **** mind and you were still piecing it together…,

“Hey, I got an idea… but I’m still piecing it together….” You grumbled absentmindedly, pushing Hannah aside and getting to your feet.

You stepped over a coffee table towards the pile of women and your eye’s landed on Miriam snoring quietly and drooling a little in an inelegant lump on the ground.

That was it! You figured it out!

“I figured it out!” You turned back to the bashful Hannah and declared loudly.

Hannah looked torn between embarrassment, and shock, but the fact you didn’t see any of what she said as crazy as she did must’ve won out because she sighed, shook her head and gave you a weak smile as she waited for you to elaborate.

Rather than explain yourself you stumbled over to Miriam grabbed her by the armpits and stumbled backwards, dragging her with you to the couch. When you collapsed back, Miriam slumped backwards, her her lolling in your lap, you smiled at Hannah .

She just blinked at your for a minute before slowly opening her mouth,

“What… is your idea?”

“You and your mom can blow me like Amelia and her mom did!”

“Wha – no, gross, that’s my mom!” Hannah flew out of her seat, if not for the slight wobble as she tried to find her footing, she would’ve looked completely sober.

With your survival instincts dulled by ****, you simply smiled at her dumbly and asked,

“So?”

Bellying her own inebriation, Hannah actually appeared disarmed by the question, looking every bit as angry, but not nearly as ready to stomp away or start swinging.

“She’s your mom, you’re my girlfriend, I should be able to fuck the both of you, right?”

Hannah stared at you for a good long minute. You could practically see the gears turning as her brain chugged away trying desperately to work through your declaration. A belt must’ve been loose though, somewhere along the assembly line that was her brain, gummed up by magic and copious amounts of ****, because even after a full minute of thought, her response was a simple,

“Okay.” And she dropped to her knees to help you turn her mother around to face your cock.

Even as wasted as you were, a part of you managed to give a sly grin. You weren’t sure why, but you felt you had gotten away with something that you shouldn’t have.

“Okay mom, you ready?” Hannah giggled, supporting her mother’s head with a fistful of hair, her other hand controlling her mother’s jaw, “Yes sweetie!” Hannah did her best impression of her mother, at least you assumed it was of her mother, it really sounded more like a witch.

From there, Hannah squeezed her mother’s cheeks together and impaled the blacked out woman’s throat on your cock. Miriam made some involuntary gags and **** noises as you invaded her throat, but she was so out of it, even her gag reflex was asleep and she merely remained slumped forward, her nose pressed against your pelvis, while her daughter pinched and poked at her cheeks.

After a minute, even in your impaired state, you started to grow concerned with how long Miriam had been **** on your cock and Hannah's seeming lack of concern. Before you could do something however, Hannah finally acted, and found the grip on her mother she must’ve been looking for. She had her mother’s chin cupped with one hand so she could squeeze her cheeks, and with her other hand, grasped her mother by the hair and slowly dragged her off your cock.

Instantly, Miriam took a deep gulp of air once her throat was free, but her daughter soon started using her face as a fleshlite to jerk you off leaving her lacking time to get a good breath in.

You enjoyed letting Hannah fuck you with her mom’s face for a little bit, but she was having a bit of trouble keeping things straight, so you reached out and took over. Hannah didn’t hesitate to hand her mother’s head over and instantly dove down to suck on your balls.

With Miriam's head in your grasp you were able to feel out her throat much better, literally and figuratively. By keeping her head leveled you were able to guide her up and down much smoother and faster. That was bad news for Miriam though, she had even less time to breath and she was already short on breath since she was relying on mere instinct, which resulted in her coughing and gagging in her sleep, despite her relaxed throat. She made beautifully sloppy noises, like someone stomping through mud in rubber boots, but despite the cacophony, no one was waking up.

“Hey, I think you mom likes my cock!” You snorted.

Hannah pulled away from your balls calmly, giving you one last parting lick before she went, but once she was sitting back on her heels, grabbed her mom by the hair and violently yanked her back from you,

“Mom! Stopping hogging his dick! He’s my boyfriend! You’re just his toy!” She screeched loudly, slapping her mother across the ass with enough **** to leave a bright red hand print.

You were a little shocked by the outburst, and a little scared since Miriam's teeth grazed across your cock just a tiny bit too close for comfort, but Hannah giggled happily, revealing it was all a drunken act. Despite that, you were well away that when she returned her mother to you, she dropped a small sprinkle of hair.

With your cock now free, Hannah willingly leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of your cock, despite her mother’s mouth being their mere moments ago.

Fucking Miriam's **** throat was certainly something you could see yourself doing again, but there was something to be said for actual suction, and the dance of a tongue, no matter how sloppily it was done. When you were fucking her mom’s throat, you had thought you could’ve gone a fair bit more, but now that Hannah had her lips wrapped around you and was bouncing her head up and down, you were ready to burst.

You only managed to let Hannah bob her head a dozen times at most before you growled at her in warning,

“I’m gonna cum!”

Hannah pulled back and giggled melodically. She started to say something, but mid sentence you shot your first rope of cum across her face. Hannah giggled again, but this time instead of trying to talk, she squeeze her eyes shut and opened her mouth as wide as she could and suck out her tongue. With the last bit of brain power you had left, between the **** and your orgasm, you managed to tighten your grip on Miriam’s hair and level her face right beside her daughters, pressing their cheeks together and with your other hand you pumped your meat and painted both their faces with your cream.

When your orgasm finally subsided you let out a satisfied groan and let Miriam’s face fall into your lap.

“Good lord!” Hannah laughed, wiping some cum from her face with her hand and licking her fingers, “I must be good! That didn’t take long at all! Aren’t you glad you started dating me?”

You chuckled and nodded. You wanted to mention that her mother helped and she wasn’t quite as skilled at sucking dick as she thought, but you were too tired to say it. It took you a bit to understand that that was probably for the best. Telling your girlfriend she only got you to cum because you fucked her mom’s throat first probably wouldn’t go over great, even in your situation it could have it’s own unique problems.

When it finally hit you how stupid your idea had been, you found yourself opening your eyes and jerking up from your seat to laugh at your own stupidity. Evidently you had fallen asleep. All things considered you had been tired, less so now, and significantly less tipsy, although still very light headed.

Looking around though, it was still dark out, and everybody was still where you left them, snoring away, and naked. Save for Hannah, but she still had some of your cum stuck to her cheek, but now dried and cracked, looking almost like she had been drooling, if not for the fact you knew better.

Clearly you hadn’t been asleep all that long, but a quick power nap had done you wonders.

You couldn’t help but smile at the situation, you had so many choices laid before you. You had literally five fuck pets, you could do literally anything you wanted to them right now and they’d be a sleep through it all. At a glance, you felt the same could’ve been said about Hannah. Taking advantage of her might’ve been a bit scummy, but considering she was your girlfriend now and just sucked your cock, you weren’t too worried about her being upset if she somehow found out.

Of course, you were still pretty tired and drunk, so you could always just go to bed and wait for tomorrow. You had lost track of the penalties you had imposed on everyone a long time ago, but with the way you had set it up, you could make up however long a sentence as you wanted, and they’d have a hard time disputing it. Hell, if you made it long enough, you’d probably have an easy time convincing them to trade their punishment out for whatever you wanted.