John "finishes up" with his mother

"Well, for a start... How did you get into all this?" I paused for him to answer, then changed my mind and rushed to explain myself further: "I mean, no offense, but... This is your family. What took you from 'barbecues and movie night' to 'fucked-up harem?' Uh, again, no offense..."

"None taken," John grunted, bobbing in his chair as he thrust between his mother's tits. "I mean, I guess I have more experience with OZs than you do, so it's not that weird. I was 19 when I got Mommyslut her first set of implants--So I was, like, the last one of my friends to get a live-in bimbo. I may have taken it a little farther than average since then, but still. I'm not that addicted to modding, if that's what you're asking."

"Was it expensive?"

He shrugged. "Nah, not really. Mods are the backbone of the OZ economy, so they're kinda subsidized for residents. Besides, that tech's gotten way cheaper since--Ungh, fuck... Just a sec..."

I heard a gasp, then a heavy splat. It was followed by several more, along with some slurping.

When John's mother emerged from beneath the table, her entire face and most of her beyond-generous cleavage were covered in thick white jizz. By the looks of things, John's modding addiction wasn't limited to just the women of the family.

"Ooh, sweetie..." Mommyslut wiped a hand along her right breast, scooping up a foot-long streak of cum. "Not too horny today?"

"Nah, I just unloaded in Buttslut," John replied with a grin, watching as his mother licked her fingers clean. "Get outta here."

"Okay, dear. Who should I send?"

John looked at me, but I just shrugged: I was still plenty busy with Princess. She was giving me a slow but deep blowjob, and a downward glance revealed that she was on her phone. Curious, I pushed her back.

"Hey, uh, 'Princess...' Having fun down there?"

"Huh? Um, yeah, I guess. Just waiting for my brother. How're you?"

"I'm fine--I mean, what are you doing down there?"

"Just texting my frie--Mm, mmph..." I gradually cut her off by pushing my cockhead back into her mouth. She didn't really acknowledge it: her speech trailed off into mumbling, then more gentle suckling. Within seconds her eyes were back on her phone, and she was giving me the same professional-grade blowjob as before.

Looking up, I noticed that Mommyslut was walking away (as gracefully as possible, given her gargantuan chest). I tried to focus on the card game for a while... Until John's replacement cumdump walked in the door.