But first, I need a good place to sleep.

Before the day ends, I text Wendy the “experiment” for the day: sending me at least a dozen sample photos of her nude body. The idea strikes me while I eat dinner and maintain a steady gaze on my nude family at the dining table.

“David! Stop staring this instant.”

Mom’s stern declaration snaps me out of my focus as my eyes finally rose to meet hers and find them furious. “O-Oh... but isn’t nudity... okay?”

“Of... of course it is! But I’m your mother,” she lectures between bites, “and nudity isn’t meant to be a means for you to just... David Haines, you are doing it again!”

My eyes snap back up at her. Shit, this is going to be impossible! “S-Sorry, mom! I’m just, uh... you know, really curious, and-”

She chuckles sarcastically, “So curious at nineteen.”

“W-Well...”

I glance at Alice, but she’s no help; she just quietly eats in contemplation.

“If you can’t stop staring at your family that way, then just go ahead and finish dinner in your room.”

“I’ll stop! I... I’ll behave.” A sullen rest of the meal is had there, the three Haines eating a fine meal while sitting on bare asses to continue to discuss mom’s work day. My roaming eyes were the only odd thing acknowledged for the rest of that evening.

It’s while I’m marching back to my room that the photos begin to roll in of one Wendy Peppernickel. I imagine she had never sent nudes to anyone in her life, and she had no reason to pose sexily for aliens in these; combined, these were perhaps the twelve most boring photographs of a nude adult woman I had ever seen.
The scrawny young thing with hairy thighs and a giant pubic bush reminds me that real girls are far and away from the porn-star-perfect that so many of my Custom Girls managed to land.

These thoughts bring me back to consider my roster and who needs attention... and whether I should add the tenth to get those bonus gems. I wonder if I don’t already have the perfect audition platform already under my control: Ms. Hatts, and all the regular seniors she’d be pulling in for me to “punish.”

The thought excites me so that I almost go to sleep in my own bed after replacing the sheets. Quickly I correct myself and head to mom’s room, finding her already sitting up in bed and reading by the light of her bedside lamp.

It’s hard to describe your mom’s room: there’s a character there that is difficult to parse from her place in your life, and it becomes so rote that you miss those ltitle details others might notice that you take for granted. She has old, beat-up furniture that I remember playing on with rows of Hot Wheels; the queen-sized mattress is new, but the rickety old wheels and their permanently-affixed locks aren’t, nor were my memories as a kid of getting my finger stuck in one of them for a minute. The fan over the bed—the newest piece of the room—spins lazily beneath glass sconces shaped to imitate crystals.

This was where I would sleep from now on. “Mom, I’m going to sleep here tonight,” I almost command, adding with steady eye contact, “with you.”

She looks back in stunned shock that eases into a nervous frown. “Well, you better not try anything while you do it. You’re here to sleep: any funny business and I’ll know you never meant to actually get your rest.”

That stops me dead in my tracks. No funny business when I'm naked in bed with her?! “C-Can I... can we at least hold each other?”

“While naked? Of course not, sweetie, and you know why! Honestly, Dave, I don't know what's gotten into you! Just because you're an adult doesn't mean you don't have to live by my rules anymore... or by even basic rules of decency!”

“I-It was a joke, mom, a joke!”

“Unbelievable.”

Yeah, I can't believe it either. Until I buy that pricey groping feature, sleeping in her bed is basically a cold, careful game of sleeping on the one far side of her mattress! That leaves just one other bed I can occupy if I still don't want to be in mine... but I’d wager Alice wasn’t ready for that. No... no, I had to leave her alone, at least for a little while.

Sullenly, I return to my room. I decide if I'm going to get my rocks off, it'll have to be tomorrow... and it'll have to be with the one Custom Girl who might actually want the attention at this point.

My alarm sings at 5:00AM, an ungodly hour that would be unacceptable save that I want as much time as I can reasonably get before heading for school becomes mandatory. Eagerly I flick to the app.

WELCOME TO CUSTOM GIRLS
Daily Sign-In Bonus: 16 Gems!
Current Gems: 16/200

DAILY BOUNTIES (UPDATED!):
Cause 25 orgasms before noon: 0/25. 15-GEM AWARD.
Cause 100 orgasms: 0/100. 15-GEM AWARD.
Arouse 200 people: 0/200. 20-GEM AWARD.

I flick over to mom and Alice, but I just find a couple of new options for either:

ALICE HAINES:
Must spank a bare ass she sees at least once a day: 5 gems.
Hotkey 2/day: grope nearest adult breasts or genitals: 20 gems.

ELIZA HAINES:
Greets men with a brief handjob: 30 gems.
Greets women by motorboating them: 25 gems.

Imagining mom going to the office just to briefly jerkoff or motorboat her co-workers one after the other was amusing, as long as I kept awareness off. Neither seemed worth the cost, though, not for now. Instead, I focus on getting in the shower and dressed; this schedule would be tight.

An hour later...

Sophia’s life had returned to a semblance of normal, save that she could no longer speak without driving those around her into a ravenous state... and given what the weekend had become, she was grateful for even this. She had worried that Dave would immediately resume his debt-accruing torment of her body, but instead he had all but ignored her, even dismissing her while he cornered some other poor girl—Wendy Peppernickel, one of Ms. Lia’s less troublesome pupils—with no doubt more of his deranged, **** antics.

She stared, in futile desire, at the limited wardrobe she could wear that was now laid out on her bed. She ordered a new series of clothing, something as close to appropriate wear for a school teacher as her new life permitted, but they wouldn’t arrive before Friday, so she had to make due with these threadbare offerings.

As her thoughts constantly drifted to David Haines and his claiming of her, it hardly surprised her when she heard her doorbell ring almost three hours before school would begin. Her body had mostly recovered from his ****... so of course, here he was, no doubt to prey on her weakness once more...

Ms. Lia’s only regret was how excited approaching the door made her. She was still stark-naked, finding nothing appropriate to throw on and already knowing, in her twitching core, that the man waiting there would only rip the clothing off just as fast. Her nipples tingled and teased her as she walked down, her breasts bouncing and her hands twitching to catch the droplets of milk rising to the surface. Her crotch twitched and her thighs were moist; her sighs were heavy as she looked through the peephole; and the sight of Dave, and his impatient, possibly paranoid glances around her front porch make Sophia wish she could ignore his call.

But she couldn't... not when this was the state of her. I want... him. Sophia almost cried at the thought. What has happened to me?! Why do I... why am I practically praying it's him?! Why do I... crave this... when it just means I'm even deeper in the hole... the hole I'm digging for myself... As her mind wraps and argues about itself, her hand releases the deadbolt.

I haven't even touched her yet, but I can smell those familiar scents of Ms. Lia when she opens the door (and hides behind it). I forcefully close the door after I step into the foyer so I can ogle my prize: Ms. Lia, with two streams of milk slowly dribbling from newly erect nipples. I don't bother with formalities or greetings. I take her left tit into my mouth and suck hard, making her quake as I pin her against the wall and twist the other in my wide grasp. She moans and she sighs, and something like my first name, singular and pitiful, escapes her as I rub my jeaned thigh between hers to torment her clit. Her absurd body trembles as she gives in after only a few minutes of this foreplay, and soon after I guide her to the couch, soaked and dripping as she is, so she can pay off at least one load of her debt.

I just drop my pants and boxers to around my ankles before I'm slamming into her, my load already half-cocked and ready. I never let go of her breasts, perpetuating her orgasm as my dailies get new ticks in the app every 10 seconds, and a bit of quick math helps me realize I'll have my 100 before I leave here. Watching Ms. Lia's bouncy, violently-shaking body as I continue to milk her and feel her pocket milk me in turn quickly drives the first load out of me. I make sure to pump the first shot into her pussy, applying the "ointment" there before pulling out and blasting her torso. My hands work quick to rub my seed into her nipples and most of the area of her massive, G-cup tits; her moans turn into howls as my cum oozes out of her pocket only to have my spear my half-hard cock back in for a few more torturous pumps.

Ms. Lia's arms clutch the sofa's edge as I continue to rub my seed as thinly as I can across her ass, pussy, thighs and tits. I rub some on her lips and tongue before mounting her to feed the last dribble of the stuff into her mouth and throat. Cleaned and with still my work to be done, I continue what may become a semi-daily habit for us as teacher and student... debtor and creditor. We don't bother with words as I go on; she understands me on a carnal level, and I don't need her understanding beyond knowing she owes me and continues to owe me more with every moan and trembling shock of joy her body gives her. She offers no complaint, and I no compliment; she does not whine about buying Plan B or the risk of pregnancy, and I'm not sure it's just because she takes me at my word about her being immune to the risk of it.

As her debt grows past 1,500, I think she's just trying to enjoy it all now in her own, tortured way. Glistening and soaked, I don't embrace her until I've finally managed to remove all my own clothes and lead her to the bathroom, shaking and barely able to stand as she is. We had to be presentable for school, after all... and family.

... or did I? What would it take to start sleeping here instead of home on regular days, at least until I could get mom more comfortable with sleeping by my side and in my grasp? I don’t know if Custom Girls can make that happen... but the prospect of waking up to Ms. Lia every day excites me almost as much as Ms. Lia is now as I begin to bathe her.

Later that morning...

My car was still running while I leaned against the driver door, checking my phone as my sister finally came out for her ride to school. A slutty, green tube-top and another "customized" chopped up skirt was all she was going to wear today besides the small, pink purse she carried. Her body presses against me in her customary greeting; I give her ass a token squeeze, but do little else besides return her tongue's enthusiasm. Ms. Lia left me exhausted, and the day hadn't even truly begun yet. “Where the Hell did you go?” she finally asks after breaking away.

“I went to Ms. Lia's to fuck her brains out.”

“Wouldn't that be nice,” she drones. I give her a wry smile as I go back to check my phone before opening the car door.

DAILY BOUNTIES (UPDATED!):
Cause 25 orgasms before noon: COMPLETED. 15 GEMS AWARDED.
Cause 100 orgasms: COMPLETED. 15 GEMS AWARDED.
Arouse 200 people: 2/200. 20-GEM AWARD.
GEMS: 46/200

I had the gems, and I further secured Ms. Lia... now I just had to complete the only task I knew would increase my daily gems: make over a thousand people horny before midnight. But as great as Hatts and Lia can do with their reach over the student body, their reach never crosses 1,000 people in one day... at least, not without a bit of help.