Throw a fake birthday party

Half an hour later, you and your mother are sitting in the kitchen eating pancakes (three for you, twelve for her) in your bathrobes. Just as Mom scarfs down the first couple, Cassidy walks in with his cock in one hand and his cell phone in the other.

"Mornungh," your brother grunts, half-asleep. Judging from the high-pitched moaning coming from his phone, it seems like the first thing he did after waking up was look up some hentai. Still yawning, he walks over and plops it down on the table, right beside Mom's plate. "...Here, Mommy--mmm..."

Without hesitation, your mother starts sucking him off. She still has a forkful of pancake hovering a few inches from her busy mouth, waiting for Cassidy to be done so she can continue eating. That doesn't take very long: within a minute your brother pulls out and starts shooting his load onto her plate.

Hungry as ever, Mom keeps eating while her pancakes are still getting glazed. A few thick wads of jizz ends up on her hand and fork as she takes bite after frantic bite, ignoring her son's exploding member... At least until he's done, at which point she leans over and slurps the last few drops from his glistening tip. "...Uungh... Okay, okay, it's empty." With that, Cassidy heads over to the fridge for some juice.

"Thanks, Sweetie," she mumbles through sticky white lips, licking them quickly before jamming more pancakes in her mouth. She continues while chewing them: "I hope you boys have more for me? Soon?" She looks pleadingly at the two of you. "I'm feeling pretty... Um, not smart today."

Just then, an idea pops into your head. "Don't worry, you'll have plenty of medicine at the party."

"Huh? What party?"

“Hah hah, Mom, very funny,” you say with an exaggerated eye-roll. “I know you didn’t really forget my birthday. You’re still not that dumb!”

“Um...” Her eyes go wide. “Uh, yep, you got me! I—I just got confused for a teeny-weeny second, because I thought your birthday was—”

“This weekend!”

“...Mmm, right,” she mutters, blushing.

“And I’m still allowed to throw a huge house party, like you promised?”

“Y-yeah...” She hesitates. “...What kind of party, again?”

“Oh, y’know... Drinks, video games, cake..." She perks up at that, taking another huge bite of pancakes. "And I was thinking... Maybe we can solicit a few donations for you?"

"...Huh?"

Woops, too many big words. "I mean... Maybe we can get my friends to feed you their cum."

"Oh." She looks conflicted for a moment. "Marcus, that's very kind... Always thinking about your mother... But I don't know if I can--"

"Relax, we'll do it in a dignified way. Maybe a glory hole, or we'll get them to jerk off on your food or something. We'll figure it out."

Mom smiles at you. "You really are a good kid." With that she returns to eating, too distracted by the pancakes to notice you and Cassidy fist-bumping.

That’s definitely not the last fist-bump of the day. As the party kicks off later that evening, you’re getting plenty more (along with high-fives and slaps on the back) from the crowd of friends and acquaintances that’s filling the front hall.

They’re forming a huge line on their way into your house, stretching from the porch all the way to the kitchen. As each young man passes the hall closet, he gets a chance to stick his cock through the glory hole you’ve drilled in the wooden door.

About an hour ago, you stripped your mother naked and locked her in there. She didn’t complain too much, but she did request a package of cookies (which you granted; two, in fact). She finished them well before your guests arrived... Luckily, now she’s got something else to stuff her face with.

As you watch, one of Cassidy’s friends sidles up to the closet. He’s a skinny, nerdy type... You think his name is Ben, or Barry, or something like that. With one hand he pulls out his hard-on, slipping it through the hole; the other passes you a six-pack of beer.

“Sweet party,” he gasps as your mother takes his cock into her mouth; you can hear the slurping through the door.

“You just got here,” you laugh.

“Still, though,” Probably-Ben replies, beginning to rock his hips. “I already got my dick wet on the front lawn.”

“Wait, what?” You have to raise your voice to be heard over the bang-bang-bang as Ben humps the closet door.

“Yeah Man,” another partygoer chimes in. You don’t recognize him, but he seems like one of the usual suspects: he’s holding a red disposable cup full of beer, and he’s still got his cock hanging out from his own turn with your mom’s mouth. “Peter brought his mom and his sister. There’s a gangbang out front.”

“Oh yeah, that checks out,” you reply. Peter is a guy about your age who lives just a few houses down the street, and the women in his family are almost as cum-starved as Mom.

Hell, that could be said of a lot of the guys at this party. The last few months haven’t been great for women in this neighborhood: there’s just not enough cum to go around, so daily life gets more and more depraved every day. The Overton window for female degradation is shifting at record speeds, as decades of social progress are being undone in weeks. Pretty soon, “chivalry” will be synonymous with “facefucking every girl who crosses your path, and being kind enough not to pull out.”

Of course, most of the guys donating to your mother are pulling out. You told her that they might be too embarrassed to feed their friend’s mom jizz directly, so instead she’s collecting cum in a big jug that she’s holding between her tits. You gave her permission to dip the occasional cookie in it, but other than that she’s supposed to “save it for later...”

...Huh, maybe I should sell it to Peter’s girls? I bet they’d pay good money for a jug of fresh medicine, you think as you watch Ben pull out of the glory hole and begin shooting thick, white ropes into the darkness beyond. Plenty of the jizz misses and splatters onto the wood, but that's fine by you: the less makes it into the closet, the less Mom will be tempted to drink. The last thing you need is her getting smart enough to realize how fucked-up her predicament is!

You throw Ben a dishrag, and he gives the hole a wipe down before making way for the next "customer."

“Marcuuus!” Your brother elbows you aside, throwing an empty beer can over his shoulder before snatching another from the six-pack you’re holding. “How’s it going? Mom doing good?”

“18 loads and counting,” you reply with a grin.

He looks worried for a moment. "And she's swallowed..?"

"None, by my count."

"Gucci." With that, Cassidy pushes past you and positions himself in front of the closet. "Yo Fattie, iiiiincoming!" He jams his cock through the glory hole... And straight into Mom's throat, judging by the **** gurgle that follows.

"Hey, I had next!" Nathan, a guy you sorta-know from Calculus, is giving your brother a dirty look.

"Son's privilege," he replies, pulling out his pocket knife. For a split-second you think things are about to get ugly, but then Cassidy stabs a hole in his beer and starts shotgunning it while enjoying a sloppy blowjob. "Mmm--Ah." He burps and drops the empty can, beer trickling down his chin. "...You've been practicing, huh... Fuuuck..."

Suddenly your brother clenches up, gripping the door-frame with both hands. "G-guh!" With one final spasm, he thrusts his whole cock through the glory hole and unloads... Right into Mom's gullet, presumably. "Mmm... Keep sucking, yeeeah..."

"Hey! Cassidy, what the fuck?"

"S-sorry," he grunts. "Couldn't help it... No, Mom, don't stop--Mmm..."

Nathan pipes up again: "Dude. you're finished, right?"

"I just wanna savor it for a minute..." Cassidy sees your classmate giving him the evil eye, and shakes his head. "Relax. I'm spent... Not gonna get hard again anytime soon--Uh oh." His eyes go wide.

"You got hard, didn't you?"

"No... Uh, I think I might have drank a liiittle too much--"

You step up beside him. "Bro, what are you doing?"

"I'm, uh... I... I'm cumming again," he stammers, giving you a pleading look and nodding for you to play along. "It's just reeeal thin and liquid-ey this time. Weird, huh?"

"What the fuck!" Nathan takes a step back. "Are you piss--"

"Cumming," your brother growls, still balls-deep in the hole. Quieter, he continues: "I'm cumming. Anyone who says different can leave right now."

"...Yeah, man," Nathan says, giving up on his turn and continuing towards the kitchen. "Cumming. Got it."

While he passes by you give him a sympathetic look and toss him a beer, which seems to cheer him up a bit. With that handled, you turn back to Cassidy.

"It's probably fine just this once," you whisper. "She might need it to get through the night, anyway."

"Mm... Good point," he replies, pulling his finally-soft cock out of the closet. "Thanks, Mommy. Good luck collecting more medicine!"

"...Guh..." Mom's voice is faint, sounding much farther away than it is. "Th-thanks, Sweetie. Both of you... Thanks for doing this."

If she says anything else, you don't hear it: another partygoer steps up to the plate, feeding Mom his thick member.