A needy family

The door opens, revealing a weary and disheveled looking young woman. She's in quite the state, her leggings torn and her blouse thrown open to expose her breasts. Several loads worth of cum are sticking to her hair and face.

Straightening up and adjusting her clothes, she manages to smile at your companion, even as a single drop of jizz slides down her cheek. "Welcome home, Mrs. Hutchinson," she says, stepping aside and holding the door for you. "The boys are waiting for you."

You follow Kate as she steps inside the house. "Oh, I'll bet they are," she replies with a chuckle, patting the woman on the shoulder. "Martha, this is..." she looks to you, then hesitates. "I'm sorry, what was your name again?"

"John Doe," you say with a grin. You've gotten so far with her already, and she has absolutely no idea who you are.

"Ah, thank you. Martha, this is my newest supporter, Mr. Doe. By the way, you're free to leave for the day. It looks like you've been working hard."

Martha sighs, then shakes her head. "Thank you Mrs. Hutchinson, but your husband requested an overnight stay."

"Did he, now? What a shame. Don't worry, I'll make sure you get double overtime. You deserve it...especially since I doubt you'll be getting much sleep!" Leaving Martha behind, the mayor leads you deeper into the house. The hallways are elegant and immaculate, works of art covering every inch of wall space. You look over a few as you pass; most of them are quite normal portraits and landscape paintings, but one work in particular gives you pause.

Noticing that you've stopped, Kate joins you in admiring the painting. "You've got a keen eye, Mr. Doe. This is an original Cassatt," she says, beaming with pride. "What do you think?"

It's certainly something. The painting (some kind of watercolor, as far as your layman eyes can tell) depicts a curly-haired teenager, naked from the waist down, sitting on a plush red couch. As he lounges there, smiling slightly, a stately-looking woman in a white dress kneels on the floor beside him. One gloved hand wrapped around the base of his impressive erection, she gazes lovingly up at the young man while daintily licking his shaft.

"It's very...good. The brushwork, especially, is, uh...good," you manage.

She nods and smiles. "It's been in the family for decades. My sons are especially enamored with it...I wonder if it's had any effect on their personal habits." She giggles slightly, then continues walking. "Speaking of which, I'd better not keep them waiting."

After walking for what seems like an hour and ascending a spiral staircase, you arrive at the bedrooms. Three pairs of doors flank the hallway, each marked with a small bronze rectangle. As you come to the first door, you see that it's a sliding bronze placard, almost like a vacant/occupied sign on a restroom. This one reads 'SERVICE.'

Kate reads the sign, then knocks on the door. "First is George. He's so predictable," she says, getting down on her knees. "In a moment he'll come out, buck naked, and—"

She's cut off as a man about your age flings the door open. He stands there for a moment, stroking his cock, before pushing it against his mother's lips. She takes him in readily, placing her hands on his waist as she sucks him to his full length.

As he enjoys his blowjob, he looks over and notices you. "Hey there," he says, raising his voice to be heard over the slurping noises coming from his crotch. "I'm George. Welcome to our home."

He extends his hand and you shake it, grinning at his polite manner. "I'm John. Don't mind me, I'm just here to watch."

"If you say so," he replies with a shrug. "Don't get blue balls on my account, though. There are three exceptional women under this roof, and if I were you I'd take the time to try them all." He grunts, placing a hand on Kate's head and pulling her closer. "Ooh...But Mom's blowjobs...fuck...nothing compares," he continues as you see her swallowing over and over. "That's it...drink my cum. Every drop." With a final moan, he slackens and releases her.

Kate slowly pulls off his softening member, letting her lips slide over him inch by inch. "Is that all for today, love?" she asks, still kneeling between his legs.

"Yep. Thanks Mom," he says curtly, before turning and heading back into his room. Before he disappears inside, he flicks the sign on the door from 'SERVICE' to 'SATISFIED.'

Standing up, Kate flashes you a smile. "Georgey can't go half a day without using my mouth. Some men just don't care about variety, I suppose! I usually get him out of the way first." Stretching and adjusting her skirt, she looks to the other doors. "You're the guest, so why don't you pick the next one? Or maybe you'd like to have a visit with my daughter while I finish the rest of the boys off?"