Reap the rewards

Timothy was horny right now and he'd already created a way to relieve that, assuming the World Processor had worked again. He jumped up and practically ran back to the living room where his mother was.

"Mum?" he said. "I'm... so fucking horny." He had meant to introduce the subject more diplomatically, unsure what the etiquette would be, but as usual he couldn't hold anything back from his mother.

His mother looked up from her book and at the massive boner in his pants. "Oh, you sound so pent-up, baby," she said. "Come here and let Mommy take care of it for you." She patted the empty space next to her on the couch.

Timothy sat down and whipped out his dick, while his mother whipped out her tit again.

"You're only doing this because I changed the w—mmph," Timothy confessed before being cut off as his mother placed her nipple in his mouth.

“Don’t be silly, Timothy,” she said, casually running her hand up and down her son's dick. “Maybe in the old world I didn’t flash my breasts randomly, but I’ve always let you suck on them. It’s what they’re for!”

Timothy sucked on his mother’s nipple as she stroked his needy dick. It felt so good, and so right.

“Mmmm, that’s right, cuddle up to Mommy,” said his mother. “Mommy loves you so very much.”

Timothy had never felt more loved. He couldn’t resist thrusting his dick a little in his mother’s hand.

“Awwww, you’re so hard and horny today, aren’t you baby?” his mother purred. "It's so cute how eager you young boys get."

They sat there doing that for a bit, his mother continuing to say sweet nothings to him as they stimulated each other.

Eventually they had to separate to take off their clothes, allowing Timothy to complete his unwitting confession: "I wrote in the World Processor: Mothers are more than happy to support their children by regularly engaging in sexual intercourse with them as a mean for their kids to get rid of pent up sexual energy. Daughters are particularly well taken care of, having the privilege of sharing a bed with their mothers every night."

"But surely that's just common sense," said his mother, removing her dress. "I mean, what else would teens do with all their sexual energy?"

"Wank, mostly, in my case anyway," said Timothy, removing the last of his clothes. "I did get rather pent-up."

“Oh, you poor thing," his mother said sympathetically, sliding her panties down her legs. "It sounds like the world was horribly sexless before you changed it!"

She climbed on top of him, sliding herself onto his aching dick. Timothy wrapped his arms around his mother.

"I'll make you feel much better, baby," said his mother soothingly, starting to gently bounce up and down. "Just relax and I'll take care of everything."

"I can't believe this is happening!" said Timothy.

“It can happen whenever you want, sweetie,” said his mother, gradually increasing her speed. “Now the world is the way it should be. You just come to Mommy whenever you need to shoot a load.”

Timothy started thrusting upwards into his mother.

“OH!” she cried. “Fuck, your dick is good! OOOH yeah, don’t stop doing that!”

With all this unfamiliar stimulation, Timothy was already getting close. Unfortunately for him, at that moment his sister Samantha barged in.

“Your noises are making me horny,” said Samantha. “Now it’s my turn.”

“Can’t you see I’m not finished with her yet?” said Timothy, fucking Dorothy faster and faster bringing himself close to the brink. With a bit of luck he should cum in her before the argument was over.

“I’m really – oh! – enjoying Tim – oh!” Dorothy panted. “How about a – oh! – threesome?"

"No," said Samantha pettily. "I want you all to myself because I say so, and I'm the youngest sister, so there. Timothy, stop fucking her right now!"

Timothy groaned as he had to hold back his next thrust and let his mother climb off of him. It was agonizing to stop fucking when just a few more thrusts would have taken him over the edge, but he couldn't argue with Samantha.

“Sorry, Tim,” Dorothy apologized. “But you’ll just have to be patient. You know your youngest sister gets first priority.”

Samantha smirked at Timothy as she sat down on the other side of their mother, who now placed her nipple in Samantha’s mouth and her hand down Samantha’s pants.

Timothy wasn’t going to wait around for them. He picked up his clothes and made his way back to his room.

Noticing his phone in his pants pocket, Timothy pulled it out and typed a text to Candice. Considering he didn’t know whether the date had gone well or badly in this reality, he tried to word it as carefully as possible.

How do you feel about last night?

Shortly after he sent the message, his phone rang and he answered it.

It was Candice. “Timothy Shane, how can you think you still have a chance with me after last night? You ignored me and acted like a total perv!”

Timothy was so horny he couldn’t resist stroking his cock to Candice’s sexy voice, as angry as she sounded. “Candice, calm down. It’s normal for a guy to ogle a woman who’s showing off her ti—uh, breasts. It doesn’t negate my attraction to you.”

“Yeah, it’s normal to ogle,” said Candice. “It’s not normal to touch yourself in public while you’re doing it!”

“But I didn’t—” Timothy said reflexively.

“Yes you did! Have you forgotten I looked under the table and caught you with your hand down your pants?”

Timothy realized he must have done it in this timeline. Maybe his date was Candice was ill-fated in any reality. Or maybe he just needed to change something else.

He eyed the World Processor in front of him, considering how best to change things in his favor. Still jerking his cock and too horny to think through any of the implications, he one-handedly typed the first thing that came into his perverted mind…