stay in the doorway.

YYour dad still hasn’t noticed you. The hypnosis video continues on your phone, the woman’s calm voice filling the small bathroom:

“…smaller with every breath… when you finish you will eat every drop… that is what good boys do…”

The leftover trance from earlier rushes back in hard. Your thoughts turn slow and heavy. Smaller. Softer. Swallow. Your hand drifts down without conscious decision, pushing into your boxers. Your soft little cock is already leaking. You wrap your fingers around it and start the same tiny two-finger strokes your sister taught you, the motion small and automatic under the video’s commands.

Your dad remains fixed on the screen, his thick cock still rock-hard and untouched in his open jeans, twitching in time with the woman’s voice.

The trance pulls tighter. You stroke faster, the modest length of your cock sliding between thumb and finger exactly the way the earlier humiliation trained you. The woman’s words on the phone blend with the memory of your sister’s voice until finishing and eating it feels like the only possible ending. Your hips jerk. A choked sound leaves your throat as you cum—thick spurts spilling over your fingers and into your palm while the video calmly repeats that good boys swallow.

You’re lifting your cum-covered hand toward your mouth, the order to eat it already accepted in the haze, when the bathroom door is pushed wider.

Your mom steps in.

She takes in the entire scene in one frozen second: your dad with his jeans open and cock rigid, the phone still playing penis-shrinking CEI hypnosis, and you standing in the doorway with fresh cum in your cupped hand halfway to your lips.

“What the hell is going on in here?”

Her voice is sharp with shock and disbelief. The sound of it snaps something in your dad. His cock pulses hard once, twice—he tries to turn away or cover himself but it’s already too late. Thick ropes of cum erupt from him, shooting across the short distance and striping your mom’s cheek, lips, and the front of her blouse. A heavy spurt catches the corner of her mouth.

She stands there, stunned, cum dripping down her face, while the hypnosis video continues to play and you’re left with your own load still cupped in your hand, the command to swallow it still echoing under the sudden chaos.

No one moves for a long second.

What do you do?

Follow the trance all the way through—lift your hand the rest of the way and lick your own cum from your palm while your mom is still standing there with your dad’s cum on her face.

Freeze completely, hand still raised, and wait to see what your mom does first after being unexpectedly painted.

Try to speak or apologize through the haze, even though your cum is dripping from your fingers and your dad has just finished across her face.