Cassidy pushes his luck

As you make your way down the stairs, you notice that your cock is dripping everywhere, leaving splatters of cum on the last few steps, the hallway carpet, and your own thighs. You consider calling Mom back to clean you off, but before you can she rounds the corner and disappears into the living room. You can hear the TV in there, and what sounds like gunfire; probably just Cassidy doing some post-coital gaming.

With a sigh of annoyance, you grab one of her scarves on your way past the coat rack and use it to wipe down your crotch. Just as you're throwing the jizz-coated rag back on its hook, you hear your brother from the other room:

"Damn... You look hot," he says, and you hear a slap; probably his hand on Mom's ass. "...Or, uh, I guess I should call you '****' now... Or maybe 'fucktoy,' , or--"

"N-no, you can't call me any of those sexifying, um, no... Sexualish... What's the word..."

"Sexy? I think you mean sexy."

"Right! You can't call me those names, 'cause they're too sexy. I'm still your mother, and this is just a costume. I'm only wearing it because... Because..."

"I know why you're wearing it, sluuu... Uh, silly," Cassidy replies, sounding more and more frustrated. "God, why can't you just play along?"

"...You want me to play? Um... Sorry, but I don't really like video games," your mother says uncertainly.

He chuckles. "Fine, whatever. Get down on your knees, Mom. Time for another dose."

"ANOTHER one?"

"Yeah, another. You can thank me after."

"...Okay, hon... Oh w-wow, you are ready..."

Just as her bare legs hit the floor, you step into the room.