Your mother, and a couple lads

Turning around, you see three people entering the shop. A pair of teenagers (the Harden brothers, if you remember correctly) swagger inside first, grinning like a pair of idiots.

Following sheepishly behind them is your dear old mother... Though it isn't the mother you remember. Her dark, wavy hair is relatively unchanged, but the face it drapes over has gained both definition and youth. Your mother wasn't half this beautiful when you were born, let alone when you left for the Capital just two weeks ago. Her body's changed too; while her bust and bottom were probably just as wide before, she's shrunk everywhere else, resulting in quite a shapely form. It's easy to look this new body over: her top is just a strip of cloth running around the middle of her breasts, while her skirt has wide slits running all the way up the sides, showing off her thighs. As she moves, you can even catch peeks of her pussy, which brings another surprise, as you've never seen one so clean-shaven.

Your slack-jawed staring is soon interrupted by your father's voice. "Hello, lads. Just in to drop off Molly, or can I help you with something?"

"Aye, we're done with the bitch," says the older (but still annoyingly young) brother, before pulling your mother's skirt aside and slapping her ass forcefully. She straightens up in shock, then lets out a moan. Grinning, the older brother lets her go, giving her a push towards you. "Alright, go on home you stupid wench. Remember what we told you, yeah?"

Molly steadies herself, then looks thoughtful for a moment, bringing her finger to her lips. "Um... Always dress to make my holes available, sir?"

"No, no, I think it was my father who told you that. What did we tell you?"

"...A woman my age should be filled up with as much seed as possible, every day?"

The lad suppresses a chuckle, then nods. "That's it. Very important for your health, that. Don't forget."

With that, he turns toward the door, but his younger brother, a skinny boy with tangled hair, lingers a moment, licking his lips as he looks your mother up and down. "I'll catch up, Jerr," he says, reaching into his breeches and pulling out his cock. "One more for the road." The elder Harden nods and leaves the shop.

At the sight of the boy's member, Molly immediately gets down on her knees, looking up at him expectantly. "Will you grant me one more load, sir? I've heard that- mmf!" her are replaced by a low moan as the lad stuffs his cock inside her mouth. He immediately begins to thrust deeper and deeper, pushing into her throat.

As he fucks your mothers face, he finally notices you. "Ah, morning... Jordan, right? Thought you were out of town," he says, his hands still buried in Molly's ebony hair.

"Uh... Yes, I was away in the Capital," you stammer. Though you're used to the sight of a man enjoying a woman's mouth, you've never seen anyone, let alone a young boy, walk into your home and use your own mother. What's more is that the Hardens have made her want it: she seems to genuinely believe that she needs this runt's cum.

It seems as though your mother heard your voice, as she's making muffled sounds and attempting to turn to face you. The boy is oblivious, continuing to slide his shaft between her lips. After a few seconds, though, he lets her go, pulling out his cock and stroking it rapidly. She looks over her shoulder at you and smiles, her mouth now free. "Jordan, you've returned! It's so good to see you home, safe and--Oh!" A streak of cum hits her on the cheek, whereupon she snaps her head back around and opens her mouth wide. The boy shoots the rest of the massive load onto her face, aiming (with little success) for her tongue. By the end of it she's a total mess, seed coating her face and dripping from her lips. Her dear son's return forgotten, she licks up as much of the cum as she can, using her fingers to scoop the thick cream into her waiting mouth.

"Damn... Not bad," the boy groans, tucking away his cock and making his way out the door. "Oh, one more thing... Don't eat it all, make sure to leave some on your skin. That's good for you as well. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," Molly nods, causing some of the seed to drip off her chin, falling onto her exposed cleavage.

"Good girl," he replies, eyeing up her tits. "Oh, and don't forget to keep your chest growing. It's still not quite there yet, and you know how me and the boys all want it." With that, he disappears into the street.

With the brat gone, your mother rises to her feet and brushes herself off, turning to face you and your father.