Brook's new groove

"I think I wanna be an influencer."

"Uh... Okay?" Brook's boyfriend Eric leans back in his chair, not sure what to make of her sudden proclamation. He called to find out when she wanted to go out on a date, but she immediately changed the subject. "Like, you're gonna start posting more on Instagram, or like...?"

"Yeah, and also maybe a stream? Like, games and fitness and--Oooh, we do have a hot tub--"

"Babe, where is this coming from? You once told me, and I quote, 'influencers are dumb.' What changed?"

"Um, me, I guess! Jason mentioned it after the makeover... He says I have the body for it, now, and the way I'm changing my style to help him out, well... It kinda stuck in my head."

"...What makeover?" Eric is sounding increasingly worried. "Who's Jason?"

"He's our houseguest, remember? Alan's friend?"

"Right... But what does that have to do with your style? And did you say 'body?' What--"

Just then, he's interrupted by a long, gooey sluuurp from the other end of the line.

"What was that?"

"Mph... Mm? Oh, sorry. I'm just having something to drink," Brook giggles, before letting out another satisfied moan.

"Oookay... Babe, you're acting really weird."

"Huh? No," she huffs. "I'm just trying to express myself in new ways... Glmph... Mmm... And I'm not gonna let you get in the way of that."

"Look, I just think--"

"I'm not the kind of girl who lets a man tell me what to think," she continues, pausing occasionally to take a gulp from her thick beverage. "I mean, maybe a man with special needs, and--And--But that's different."

"What are you even--"

"I'll call you later, Eric," she says distractedly. "This drink is really good, and... I need both hands free."

"S-so... What? Just me on speaker--And also, why?"

"Trust me, you don't want that," she says with a giggle. Then there's one last sickening suck, and the line goes dead.

An hour later, there's a knock on Brook's bedroom door.

"Hi, honey," Patricia says, poking her head around the corner.

She catches her daughter in the middle of a photo shoot: Brook is sitting at her desk, wearing one of the ultra-tight tops that Jason likes so much. While one of her nipples presses through the fabric, the other is entirely exposed as she pulls one strap to the side.

Holding her phone aloft, Brook takes a few pics before adjusting her pink-and-blue hair. After giving the camera one last smirk and a wink, she turns to face her mother.

"Hey Mom, what--Oooh..." She trails off as she sees what she's carrying: the sperm-filled pitcher that they often keep in the fridge. It's currently overflowing, thick globs dripping ever-so-slowly down the sides.

"I figured you could use a top-up. You're having cream today, right? I just, um... It's freshly filled."

"Yeah," Brook replies softly, reaching for her travel mug. Pushing it across the desk, she watches hungrily as Patricia lines up the jug, tips it--

--And quickly loses control, spilling cum all around the mug as it's filled up.

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry--"

Brook shakes her head, leaning forward towards the mess. "No, it's okay, I--"

"No, I insist--"

Within moments, they're both slurping at the mess. Two hard-working tongues lap up every stray drop of cum, swirling it around before swallowing it down. Then, as they lick their way up the sides of the mug, their lips meet at its opening...

...And they give each others' lips a tentative lick, then another...

"Mmm... Mm-mmm..." Patricia moans into her daughter's mouth, her darting tongue scooping the cum from her pumped-up lips. Both of their eyes close as the jizz-finding mission turns into a French kiss, that lasts until there's no more sticky treasure to be found--And then for a good few seconds after that.

Eventually the two women lean back, eyes still closed, panting and licking their lips. It's Brook who comes to her senses first, giving her mother a confused, pleasantly-surprised smirk.

"Thanks, Mom," she says, before leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.

"I... Of course," Patricia gasps, still out of breath. "I'd better, um... I gotta go. Enjoy your drink, sweetie!"

With that she bustles out of the room, leaving Brook to return to her computer with the full, slightly-warm mug in hand.

She's halfway through creating a streaming account, and is about to use that nip-slip photo as the profile pic... Until she has a better idea.

After taking one long, viscous drink from her mug, she bites her lip and upends it over her face and chest. As the thick jizz slides down her skin, she wipes one eye clear of the mess so that she can aim her phone.

Throwing up a peace sign, she takes the messiest selfie of her life... Then another, and another... By the time she's satisfied with the result, she's far too turned-on to continue messing around on the computer.

Leaping from her chair into her bed, she begins the long, pleasurable process of cleaning her body. One hand collects cum to slurp down, while the other heads between her legs.

Pushing her thong aside, she's unsurprised to find her pussy soaking-wet... But she still stops to lube up her fingers every few minutes, collecting a dollop of jizz from her flushed cheek or between her brand-new breasts. Sliding that warmth, that stickiness, that creamy goodness between her legs makes her shudder every time.

Eventually she runs out of goo to swallow or masturbate with, but by that time she's a panting, exhausted wreck who's reached orgasm almost a dozen times in as many minutes.

Biting her lip and staring at the ceiling, she realizes that her entire family is home... And she wasn't exactly quiet.

I hope Jason heard, she thinks, sucking her fingers clean. I wonder if he's ready to top up the jug again? Hey, wait... Would that be good content for my stream?