Gifted- Help your mother with daily chores(A5)
From Create Your Own Story
You go through your normal daily routine until breakfast. You decide to see what your 'secret sauce' from a few days ago tastes like.
You tell your mother to make eggs for you, herself and Alice. You then sit down on the couch and start jerking off. When the eggs have been plated, you get that familiar feeling in your balls again. You get up, run over to the table, and jizz neatly over all the eggs. Your mother grabs a fork and knife and cuts and eats a bite of it. "Wow! It really is fantastic. I'll drink some straight from the source." She grins as she turns to you. "Well? I hope you're still on the edge!" She takes your rod back out of your pants and shoves the whole thing down her throat. You bust again, and a lot more this time. You pull out a little so she can taste it. "Mmmmm, looks like you've spoiled my appetite. Here, I'll split it between you and Alice." Your mother does just that. You decide to finally dig into your sperm and eggs, and find that it really just tastes like a bit of salt and a bit of something else which you can't quite describe. It IS very delicious, though.
Alice comes down soon after. She eats your sperm and eggs quite quickly. She then sits there for a bit, seeming like she wants to say something but can't quite find the right words for it. You mentally nudge her towards an option which suits you best.
"What do I do if Luis isn't quite satisfying me anymore?" says your sister, after a little while. Your mother, who's been cleaning dishes for some time now, finishes and sits down. She replies, "What do you mean?"
"He, uh... can't quite... do it for me anymore," Alice continues, seemingly very unsure of what to say next. Your mother, unphased, responds, "Boner pills, if you can convince him. They'll probably also make him more awake than he seems to be as of late. Your sister frowns a bit, not liking that answer. She says, "Oh, but he'll hate me for suggesting that his..." She looks at you for a moment. You act like you aren't paying attention. She continues, "...thing is too small. Also, we're really tight on money, and he'll hate me even more for buying them, knowing how relatively expensive they are."
Your mother reassures her with, "I know you'll figure something out." Alice goes to her room, probably to ruminate on this.
