Chapter 6: The Family Meeting
Bart slumped onto the living room couch, still half-dazed from the morning’s events, his Star Trek shirt riding up over his stomach as he shoveled cereal into his mouth. The TV blared some vapid reality show, the kind Brandi loved—all screeching women and spray-tanned men—but he wasn’t paying attention.
His cock *ached*.
Thick. Heavy. *Leaking* against his thigh, the scent of musk and precum clinging to the air like a fog.
"*Mmm… you smell so fuckin’ good, baby…*"
Brandi’s voice was muffled—because her lips were already wrapped around him, her silicone tits spilling over his lap like overfilled water beds.
Bart nearly choked on his Froot Loops.
"*Mom—Jesus—*"
She just *giggled*, her Botox-plump lips stretching obscenely around his girth, spit dripping down her chin as she *struggled* to take even half of him.
Her phone buzzed beside her.
One-handed, she scooped it up, her manicured nails *clicking* against the screen as she typed one-handed, her other hand *pumping* what she couldn’t fit in her mouth.
"*Mmm… hold on, baby… gotta tell the girls…*"
Bart groaned, his head thumping back against the couch.
Her *friends*?
She was *texting* them?
"*Wh—what are you—*"
"*Just braggin’…*" she slurred around his cock, her tongue *swirling* over the leaking tip. "*They don’t believe me… think I’m lyin’ about how *BIG* you are…*"
Her phone screen flashed—a torrent of messages, emojis, *holy shit* reactions.
Bart caught a glimpse of a group chat named *THIRST TRAP QUEENS*, the latest message:
**NO FUCKIN WAY BRANDI YOU LYIN ASS BITCH**
Brandi *snorted*, her free hand *squeezing* his balls as she deepthroated what little she could. "*Mmm… gonna make ‘em *jealous*…*"
Then—
*Click*.
The flash of her phone camera.
Bart’s stomach *dropped*.
Because she’d just *snapped* a pic—her lips stretched around his cock, her tits *spilling* out of her negligee, her face *glazed* with lust.
"*MOM—*"
"*Shhh…*" she purred, hitting *send* with a wet *pop* as she pulled off him. "*Let ‘em *see* what a real man feels like…*"
The *ding* of replies was *instant*.
**HOLY FUCKING SHIT**
**BRANDI WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK**
**THATS YOUR *SON*???**
Brandi just *grinned*, tossing her phone aside before *drooling* back onto his shaft, her lips *slurping* around him like she was trying to *drink* him.
Bart’s hips *jerked*.
He couldn’t *stop* it.
The heat. The *pressure*.
"*Gonna cum…*" he gritted out, his fingers *tangling* in her bleach-blonde hair.
Brandi *moaned*, her eyes rolling back as she *nodded*, her cheeks *hollowing* as she *sucked* harder.
Then—
*Flood*.
The first *spurt* hit the back of her throat, *gagging* her, but she didn’t pull away. Just *swallowed*, her throat *working* as she *milked* him, his cum *pumping* into her in thick, *creamy* ropes.
Some *dripped* out of her nose.
Some *spilled* down her chin, *splattering* onto her tits.
She *gasped*, pulling off just as the last *jet* *splashed* across her face, *dripping* from her fake lashes.
"*Fuck…*" she panted, licking her lips. "*Tastes even better than last time…*"
Bart just stared, his chest *heaving*, his cock *twitching* between them, still *dripping*.
Brandi scooped up her phone again, her fingers *smeared* with cum as she typed.
"*Mmm… they *freakin’ out*…*" she giggled, turning the screen toward him.
A new message popped up.
**BRANDI YOU SLUT IM COMING OVER RN**
Bart’s blood *froze*.
Because the name attached to it was *Ebony*.
The one with the ass *bigger than his entire body*.
Brandi just *grinned*, tossing her phone aside before *sliding* her tongue up his shaft again.
"*Guess breakfast’s *gonna* get interesting…*"