Important decisions, made as a couple, fueled by jealousy

It's 2:00 AM in the Greene household, and not a creature is stirring... Except for Patricia.

While her husband snores beside her, her face is illuminated by the light of her phone. She's gasping, panting, biting her lip... She can hardly believe what she sees, and has no idea whether to love or hate it.

"That's it... Milk my cum onto those fake tits," a voice grunts. William's close proximity forgotten, Patricia has the volume on her phone halfway up. "I've had bigger, but your body's so damn tight!"

"Fuck, please--Nut all over me--Gimme your--Oooh~"

SPLURT... SPLURT... SPLUUURT...

As Patricia continues watching her daughter's stream highlights, her hand drifts into her pajama bottoms. I... I shouldn't, an ever-quieter part of her mind whimpers. Jason's ****-infused cum has taken over her mind, yes, but she isn't inhaling it rigth now--Though she sure wishes she was, as she watches more close-ups of the godly goop pouring down Brook's face.

Fuck, he's so--Oh God, I need it! Her fingers slide up and down her pussy, alternating between rubbing her clit and teasing her entrance. Her hand matches the rhythm of Jason's stroking, as he gets himself hard again--With some help from Brook's enthusiastically-suckling mouth on his tip.

"Turn around, babe," he says, slapping his glistening cockhead against her cheek for emphasis.

"Ohmigod, guys, did you hear that?" Looking at the camera, Brook lets out a squee. "He called me 'babe!' I'm so luck--OoohfuuuUUUCK! Holy sh-shit, it's even th-thicker than I--Hnngh!"

Patricia is now fingering frantically, the shlick, shlick, shlick of her masturbation matching the slap, slap, slap of Jason's hips and swinging testicles against her daughter's upturned ass. Brook is arching her back and taking it like a champ, mouth wide and drooling in a (barely-exaggerated) ahegao face.

But even as the MILF touches herself, she's racked with shame, embarassment... And jealousy. She watches intently as Jason leans over Brook's body, playing with her perfectly-round C-cups.

I'm still bigger, Patricia thinks, palming her own chest. But... She's so young, so thin... He loves how they look, in proportion--Does he love HER? And what if she gets more surgery? She lets out a gasp of both pleasure and dismay. I... I need to...

"...Hmgh..." There's a sleepy groan from behind her. "H-Honey?"

Patricia nearly drops her phone, but after some fumbling she manages to turn the volume down. "Uh, g-good morning, dear."

"Whatcha doin?"

"I'm just... Researching," Patricia says. Even as she looks over her shoulder and talks softly to her husband, her hand is still running on automatic, gently playing with her clit.

"Researching what?"

"...Well..." She hesitates, and is about to make up some excuse... Until she recalls the look on Jason's face as he plays with her daughter's lithe, perfect, surgically-enhanced body. "...I've been thinking... I could use a makeover."

"Like... A new haircut?"

"Something like that, but, um... I really wanna go all-out."

"Mm. Sounds good, honey." William shrugs and flips his pillow, clearly ready to go back to sleep. "You deserve it."

"So I can... Use the joint account? If I need to?"

"Mmm." His eyes are already closing. "Mhm."

Biting her lip again, Patricia's non-slick hand moves to cup her breast. Big, heavy, well-shaped... But not perfect. Not HUGE. Reluctantly closing Brook's stream, she opens a web tab... Then another and another, bouncing between interesting articles and advertisements.

Given the subject she's researching, one business keeps popping up:

Pearson's Perfections... Her hand moves faster. Those people Jason works for... The ones who made my daughter so irresistible to him. She squeezes at her chest, as though willing it to change right then and there. They're going to... To... Fix me.

Her orgasm catches her by surprise, and it's only by sheer luck that her moans don't wake William up again.