Dessert, with a capital D

Back at the Greene family home, a father sits awkwardly with his children.

William, Todd, and Brook are gathered around the coffee table, waiting for Patricia to finish showering and Jason to finish making them dessert. Oddly, though, there aren't any sounds from the kitchen... Just the shower running upstairs, and the occasional rhythmic thump-thump-thump-ing against the floor above them.

"So..." Todd clears his throat. "How was your date?"

"It was, uh, a little unusual," William replies. "Jason was there, so--"

"Sososo freakin' lucky," Brook interrupts. Her arms cross, squishing her recently-enhanced breasts together. Given her skimpy outfit, the effect is obscene enough to make both her brother and father avert their gazes. "Was he amazing?"

"I... I guess? His customs are very... Different, but we're trying our best to make him feel comfortable--Your mother especially..." He crosses his legs, hiding the bulge in his pants. "...But it was sort of embarassing, too. His behavior can be inappropriate, and the way he makes Patricia dress, well--"

"It's disgusting," Todd mutters, nodding.

"If Mom didn't wanna dress that way, she wouldn't," Brook says happily, waving away her family's concerns. "Wanna know what I did today?"

"Let me guess: more e-thottery." Todd rolls his eyes as he continues grumbling.

"Dunno what that means, but I made almost two hundred dollars! I'm getting so popular!"

"That's nice, honey," William replies, but his attention seems to be elsewhere: the thumping upstairs is getting louder, and a few moans and squeals are drifting downstairs as well.

"I think... I should check on your mother," he says after a minute of silence, rising to his feet and heading for the steps--

--But the thumps have stopped, replaced by footsteps. Soon Jason and Patricia descend the stairs: Jason fully-clothed, and Patricia in a bathrobe. It's slightly askew, showing off her plentiful curves as she staggers happily towards her family.

"Mmm... Hi," she gasps, out of breath. Jason merely nods, then holds up what he's carrying: a large plastic bowl, full to the brim with creamy white goo.

That looks suspiciously like the ornamental fruit bowl from the upstairs hallway, Todd thinks, furrowing his brow.

That smells weird... And... DELICIOUS, William thinks, his stomach grumbling.

Brook looks completely smitten, licking her lips as she clears the coffee table to make room. "Oh my God, you're... Wow. You must be the best chef ever."

"You haven't even tried it," Jason laughs, setting down his masterpiece. "But thanks, babe." With that he ducks into the kitchen, to get bowls and spoons.

Babe? Todd's scowl grows deeper. "Uh... What the fuck is that mess? It looks--"

"--SO GOOD!" Without waiting to be served, Brook dips her hand into the bowl, brings it to her mouth, and begins stuffing her face.

"B-Brook! Don't... Uh... Mind your manners..." William trails off, watching helplessly as his daughter gulps down mouthful after mouthful of sperm.

"He's right, dear," Patricia adds, sitting down on the couch across from them. "Wait for our guest to serve us, mmm?"

A few moments later, every member of the Greene family is holding a piping-hot bowl of cum... But their reactions to it are very different.

Brook's is the most straightforward: pure delight. She's slurping down cum as fast as she can swallow, and everything from her chin to her waist is splattered with white. Her eyes roll back with every gulp, and soon her thighs are rubbing together desperately.

Her mother seems no less hungry, but she's a little more conflicted. Patricia fidgets with both her spoon and the edge of her bathrobe, trying to cover up a little... As though she can hide her obvious lust for Jason with a simple piece of fabric. Some part of her feels guilty for what they've done over the past few days--And more specifically, five minutes ago in the shower upstairs. But that internal conflict slowly fades as she digs in to her dessert: each bite has her looking more and more like her daughter.

William is conflicted as well. His eyes dart nervously between Jason and Patricia, with the occasional glance at Brook when she lets out a particularly-lewd moan. Something feels... Off... Slowly, almost automatically, he takes a small bite of the glistening "jello..." Then another, and another.... It's probably nothing.

As for the black sheep of the family, Todd's blood is absolutely boiling. He holds the slightly-warm bowl firmly, staring at its contents. This looks like cum. This smells like cum. This... This is cum.

"J-Jason," he croaks, before clearing his throat and trying again: "This is fu--" He stops short as both parents give him a glare (while still eating, of course). "...I m-mean... This is insane. You can't s-seriously expect us--Me--To eat this."

"Huh? Why?" Jason leans back, resting his arm on the back of the couch... And around Patricia's shoulders. She shifts nervously as he plays with the collar of her robe, exposing just a few inches of extra cleavage... But even if the MILF wants to tell him off, she can't stop eating for long enough to speak. "What's wrong with your dessert, Todd?"

"It's..." Todd thinks as hard as his pheromone-clouded mind will allow, trying to come up with a way to tell off Jason without getting in trouble. "Look. I know you have a 'condition,' or whatever. I know you need my mom and sister to help, and th-there's, uh... Nothing anyone can do about that. Apparently."

"Sure." Jason smiles, then leans over to give Patricia a peck on the cheek. Again, she just squirms and keeps eating.

"...But I know what this is, and I'm not eating it." He places the bowl back on the coffee table, rather forcefully.

The younger boy chuckles. "Fair enough. But who's gonna have your portion?"

"Gmph," Brook mumbles excitedly, sending another dribble down her chin. She's already on her second bowl, and eyeing her brother's greedily.

"You've had enough, Brook," Jason says, oggling her cum-soaked cleavage. The front of his pants begins to shift and bulge, and there's a quiet crackling sound as tension builds in the customized velcro front. "Don't get me wrong, I love the attitude... But I've been watching your stream, and you've been chugging all day. You couldoverdose."

"Mmm... Yesh pleash," she moans, before letting out a little sigh as Jason shakes his head.

"Nah. Todd's dose goes to Patricia... Along with the rest of the leftovers."

With that Jason springs to his feet, the fly of his pants giving way with a sudden RIIIP. Todd and William immediately look away, while Brook and Patricia stare.

William immediately flees the room, mumbling something about paperwork. He can't bear to stay and watch: not because he knows what's about to happen, but because he doesn't want to know.

As for Todd, he lingers in the doorway with his back turned, trying to drum up enough strength to put a stop to the perversion. He watches from the corner of his eye as Patricia is dragged to her feet and bent over the coffee table, her feeble attempts at protest quickly trailing off into coos of excitement.

There's a clatter and a wet noise as her face grazes the bowl of jizz, hands braced on either side. Her bathrobe is pushed aside, exposing her huge, upturned rear end... Until an even-more-oversized cock slaps down between its cheeks.

"You're gonna help me again, aren't you?" Jason is nearly whispering as he hunches over the larger woman, thrusting against her ass a few times. "My balls are filling up for you... I wanna bust another load. But this time, I'm not pulling out--Not until you're overflowing with my seed, anyway."

Patricia lets out an unintelligible moan, but her daughter is more communicative.

"Oh God--Jason--Please. Please, it's my turn, I wanna--"

"Nah. I wanna plow your mom," he says matter-of-factly. "You can get my nuts all warmed up, though."

Accepting that consolation prize with enthusiasm, Brook dives behind Jason, tugs down his pants, and shoves her face between his legs. As she begins slurping, the young man lines his cock up with Patricia.

What happens next doesn't even seem physically possible, but Todd doesn't dare look closely enough to tell for certain. He grits his teeth and takes another step away as Jason slowly thrusts forward, the sound of his mother's moans nearly as stomach-churning as the wet schluuuuck coming from her crotch.

"Hngh... Fuuuck," Jason grunts. "Your booty is--It's--Mgh..." A few slaps follow as the boy plays with his food, before his thrusts begin in earnest. They're slow--Mercifully slow--But given his ridiculous girth, Patricia is still reduced to a quivering mess within seconds.

It's not long before she can barely hold herself up, and with each pump her face splats against the cum in the bowl. Todd isn't quite sure from where he's standing, but it almost sounds as though she's slurping more of it up... Though that could just be Brook going to work on Jason's fat, swinging balls.

"I... Y-you can't..." Todd's words can barely make it out of his mouth: they certainly don't reach anyone else's ears. Swallowing hard, he puts one foot in front of the other.

The last thing the horrified young man hears as he heads upstairs is a crack, a thud, and a cry of surprise--Followed quickly by more thrusting and moaning.

The coffee table has just collapsed, and nobody seems to even care. Not Todd, as he scurries off to hide in shame... Not William, as he turns up the music in his office to avoid having to listen... Not Brook, with her face buried in Jason's taint... Not Patricia, with her head in the bowl and her ass bouncing on the biggest dick she (or damn near anyone) has ever seen...

...And certaintly not Jason, who sees the coffee table much as he sees its owners: just a thing, to be used in whatever way he wishes, no matter the consequences.