Max and Lindsay walk home together, their fingers intertwined as if trying to keep reality at bay. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over the suburban street, making their shadows stretch out like lovers in a romantic movie.

To say it was a whirlwind day would be an understatement. Yet for Max Shelton, the recent recipient of a rare unlimited free-use sex pass granted by the government as a reward for thwarting a school shooting, whirlwind was the new normal. In just a few days, Max had used the pass on his Mom (multiple times), a literal “Karen” at the grocery store, his English teacher Mrs. Perkins in front of the entire class, his bully’s mom at the family dinner table, and most recently, just a few hours ago in the girls' locker room, where he deflowered the head cheerleader Lindsay with the help of the coach in front of the entire team.

But right now Max got something he wasn’t sure he was ready for, a real girlfriend.

"I can't believe what happened today," Lindsay says, her voice filled with a mix of amazement and fear. "It's like we're in some kind of crazy dream."

Max squeezes her hand, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yeah," he says, swallowing hard. "It's pretty intense."

They reach the park, the same place they've walked through countless times before, but now it feels different. The swings are swaying in the breeze, seemingly mocking the innocence they've lost.

"Max," Lindsay said, her eyes searching his. "I know you've got this... this power now. But when we're together, I just want you to focus on me."

He nods, feeling a lump form in his throat. "I don't want to hurt you, Linds," he says. "But it's a rush, you know?"

"I get it," she says, her voice gentle. "But please, just remember that we're more than just... that. I sound like your mom, don't I?" Lindsay says, a small smile playing on her lips.

Max laughs, despite himself. "A little, yeah."

"Good," she says, her smile growing. "Because she's right. You're more than just a teenager with a superpower."

He nods, his heart racing. “So you're OK with me exploring this power?"

Lindsay looks at him, her eyes serious. "Explore it," she says. "Just don't forget who you are when you do."

They sit down on the damp grass, the chill sending a shiver through Max's body. He leans into her, feeling her warmth, her love.

"I won't," he says, kissing her softly. "I promise."

But the thought lingers in the air, thick and potent. The pass in his pocket feels like a hot coal against his thigh, a constant reminder of his newfound power. He can't help but look at every woman they pass, wondering what they'd be like.

Lindsay notices his wandering gaze and laughs. "Horny much?" she teases.

Max blushes. "It's just... I mean, the possibilities are endless, you know?"

"Yeah," she says, her voice filled with a hint of awe. "It's like you're some kind of... high school hero."

They both laugh, the tension momentarily broken. But as they sit there in the fading light, Max knows he can't keep the secret from her much longer. He takes a deep breath.

"Linds," he says, his voice low. "There's something I need to tell you."

Her smile falters. "What is it?"

He swallows hard. "It's about the pass. And my mom."

Her eyes widened. "Oh God, Max. What have you done?"

He nods. "It's true," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it's not like that."

Lindsay's expression is a mix of shock and confusion. "What do you mean?"

"It just... it just happened," Max stammers. "It's complicated."

Her eyes narrow. "Did you force her?"

"No!" he says quickly. "Never. She wanted it too."

Lindsay sighs, leaning back on the grass. "Okay," she says, her voice measured. "I guess I can understand that. I mean, it's not exactly normal, but if it's consensual..."

"Yeah," Max says, relief flooding his body. "It's consensual."

They sit in silence for a moment before Lindsay speaks again. "It's just weird, you know?"

Lindsay breaks the silence. “Cumming inside your own mom’s pussy, that’s elite, Max. Elite but weird.”

"Yeah," Max agrees. "It's definitely weird."

"But I love you," she says, looking at him seriously. "And I know you're not a bad person. I just... I need you to be honest with me, okay?"

He nods, feeling a weight lift from his chest. "I will."

They stand up, their feet sinking into the cool grass. As they walk, they come across an attractive female doctor in scrubs, her hair pulled back in a tight bun. Lindsay nudges him, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Okay," she says. "I dare you."

Max looks at her, surprised. "Dare me?"

"Yeah," she says with a grin. "Use the pass. Right here, right now"

He laughs nervously. "What?"

"Come on," she says, her voice a mix of excitement and challenge. "This is a one-time thing when I’m around. I want you to prove it's real outside of school."

Max's heart races as he watches the doctor stroll by, her hips swaying with the confidence of someone who's used to being in charge. He takes a step forward, his hand shaking as he pulls out the pass.

"Hey," he calls out, his voice casual. "Do you have a second?"

The doctor looks over, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face before she sees the pass. She stops in her tracks, her eyes widening. "Is that...?"

"Yeah," Max says, holding it up. "It's real."

The woman looks around, then back at Max. "What do you want?" she says, her voice low.

"Can I fuck your pussy right here in the grass?"

Lindsay's eyes are glued to the doctor's face; she can't believe Max was so brazen.

The woman hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. She glances around, ensuring no one is watching, and starts to peel off her scrub top. Her skin is pale, untouched by the sun, and her breasts are surprisingly firm for someone who has likely seen more than one side of forty. She wears a plain white bra that does nothing to hide her erect nipples poking through the fabric.

Max's eyes follow her every move as she unties the drawstring of her scrub pants, revealing matching white panties. She's not skinny, but she's not overweight either; she has the kind of body that comes from a lifetime of working hard and not giving a damn about what others think. Her hips are wide, and her thighs are strong.

As she slides her panties down, Max's cock twitches in his pants. 

The doctor is now naked in the middle of the park, the setting sun casting shadows across her body. She looks at Max, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. He nods, giving her the all-clear.

"You can get dressed now," he says, his voice firm. "I just needed to show my new girlfriend it's real."

Lindsay bursts out laughing, "Max!"

The doctor quickly pulls her clothes back on, her cheeks flaming red. "What the hell is wrong with you kids?" she snaps.

Max holds up his hands in apology. "Sorry," he mumbles. "It was just a dare."

"Get the fuck out of here," she says, her voice shaking with anger. "Before I call the cops."

They scurry away, their laughter echoing, Lindsay still in disbelief as her hand covers her mouth.

"I can't believe you did that," she says, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Max looks at her, his cheeks burning. "Yeah, me neither," he admits.

As they say goodbye on his porch, Max can't help but feel like he's standing on the edge of a cliff, with the wind pushing him towards the abyss. But Lindsay's hand in his is his lifeline, keeping him grounded in reality. For now.

He watches her walk away, her hips swaying gently, and he wonders if he'll ever be able to resist the siren call of the pass. He knows he will eventually have to make a choice, but he's not sure he's ready to do so. Not yet.

Max returns home to find the house abuzz with chatter. The scent of wine and chocolate fills the air, signaling that his mother's book club is in full swing. Brenda, ever the gracious host, greets him with a forced smile. She’s wearing mom jeans and a blue fitted tank top. She whispers in his ear, "Max, remember what we discussed, just for tonight, please take it easy. It’s my book club, I want to keep things respectable," as she ushers him into the living room.

The room is filled with the neighborhood's finest middle-aged moms, including Karen from the grocery store. She’s wearing a sleek, cream-colored silk blouse, tucked into a pair of high-waisted trousers. She gives him a stern look. The room goes quiet as Brenda makes the introductions. "This is Max, the hero we've all been hearing so much about."

The women all nod and smile, their eyes gleaming with a mix of admiration and something more primal. One of them, a blonde with a sharp tongue, winks at him. "Oh, we've heard all about your... exploits," she says with a smirk.

The air thickens with tension as Max feels the weight of their stares. His cheeks flush, but he holds their gaze, his cock swelling at the thought of what he could do to them all.

"Max," Karen says, her voice firm. "What you did to me was completely inappropriate. In front of everyone at the store..."

"It's not like you didn't enjoy it," Max retorts, the glow of Lindsay having suddenly worn off to reveal a darker side: “You had your mouth around it like you were starving."

A murmur of shocked gasps and whispers fills the room. Some of the moms exchange knowing looks, while others blush and giggle.

"That's enough," Brenda snaps, her face reddening. "What happened at the store was between you two, but we can't have you disrespecting women like that. 

“Mom, I want to hear what the other women in this room really think about Free-use. You’re all practiced debaters from the book club; this seems like as relevant a topic as any.”

The women shift uncomfortably, but Max's eyes gleam with excitement. He's been waiting for this moment, to see them all at his mercy, to watch them squirm and beg.

"Alright," he says, leaning back in his chair. "Let's get this debate started. But first, I think we need to set some ground rules."

"And what would those be?" the blonde asks, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Max smirks with the mischief he knows he’s about to unleash. "Before we begin, every woman in this room needs to remove their bottoms. I want this to be a truly bottomless debate."

The room goes still; the only sound is the clinking of ice in their wine glasses. Some of the women look horrified, others intrigued. Brenda rolls her eyes. "Just when I thought you were stepping into a more mature place, Max. I can’t even. This is beyond disrespectful at my book club.”

Max just laughs. "It's not about disrespect, Mom. It's about freedom of expression. Let them show us what they really think. And in the spirit of equality, I’ll remove my bottoms as well."

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” she says, gesturing for him to take a seat. “But remember, you’re not going to win any points with this stunt, Max.”

He sits down, trying to look as innocent as possible, his eyes never leaving the lineup of neighborhood MILFs in front of him. “I just want to understand the other side, Mom. I promise I’ll listen.”

Max leads the way, removing his navy board shorts and boxers to reveal his semi-hard cock.

The women around the room look at each other, some with a mix of horror and curiosity. One by one, the women of the book club began to shed their bottoms, revealing their pussies in various states of grooming and arousal. 

Jake’s mom, Ashley, bearing a slight resemblance to the actress Marisa Tomei, is the first to comply, revealing a dark, thick bush that matches the hair on her head. She sat back down, crossing her legs tightly, the hair peeking out from between her thighs like a secret garden.

There was Mrs. Lee, an Asian soccer mom with her neatly trimmed bush, her plump lips glistening with the beginnings of excitement. 

Next is Dr. Patel, her hair neatly trimmed into a landing strip, looking almost professional amidst the chaos of the evening.

Karen from the grocery store removes her sensible pantsuit bottoms to reveal a more conservative look, a neat triangle, but the way her pussy lips peeked out made Max want to spread them open and explore. 

Each woman is a different story, a unique blend of fur and folds, laid bare under the unforgiving lights of the living room, and Max feels his cock stir at the sight. 

But it is Brenda’s that has him frozen in place, her usual stern look replaced with a glower that speaks of both anger and resignation. Her bush is full and wild, unlike the controlled environment she maintains in every other aspect of her life.

Max’s eyes dart from one to the other, taking in the view like a kid in a candy store. He could see the desire in their eyes, the way their chests heaved with each breath, their nipples hardening under the scrutiny.

“See, Mom?” Max says with a smug grin. “They’re all just dying to express themselves. And who’s to say this isn’t a form of expression?”

Brenda sighed, resigning herself to the situation. “Fine,” she said through gritted teeth. “But let’s keep this civilized. You can have your debate, but remember to respect these women, even if they’re willing to... indulge you.”

The women sit in a circle, their exposed pussies a silent protest against the objectification they were enduring. The conversation begins, but it is clear that Max’s mind was elsewhere. His eyes rove over each of them, his hand idly stroking his now-hard cock as they speak.

The topic of the evening is a heated debate on feminism and the objectification of women. The irony isn’t lost on anyone in the room, especially Brenda, who sits with her arms crossed, glaring at her son.

“Ladies, to ensure there’s no cross-talk, we’re going to use a talking stick! Can you guess who's supplying the stick? Whoever has the floor must stroke my cock as you speak.” Max can’t help but chuckle at his own absurdity.

Brenda just rolled her eyes and smirked. “Oh, Max. You are ridiculous. Granted, you’re creative, but truly a sick puppy.”

Jake’s mom Ashley, who had been eyeing Max since he entered the room, is the first to take the "talking stick." She grips his cock firmly and begins to stroke it as she speaks, her eyes never leaving his. "Well, if we're going to do this, let's at least make it interesting," she says, a glint in her eye. "As Simone de Beauvoir once said, 'One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman.' And if this pass is what it takes to bring out the 'woman' in us, then so be it."

Her grip tightens, and Max feels a thrill shoot through him as she speaks. She is right; it is ridiculous, but the power is his, and he is going to wield it. The debate begins in earnest, with each woman taking turns to argue her point while simultaneously pleasuring him.

Mrs. Lee speaks next, her strokes gentle but deliberate. "Consider the words of Bell Hooks," she begins, her voice soft and measured, "who said that 'Patriarchy has no gender.' Perhaps this pass is a way to test that we, as women, still have agency in our own sexuality."

Max can't help but feel a twinge of arousal at the thought. The idea of these powerful, intelligent women serving him was like something out of a pornographic fantasy. He watches as Mrs. Lee's hand moves up and down his shaft, her eyes boring into his.

"But what about consent?" Karen speaks up, her voice shaking slightly as she takes over the stroking. Max can see the conflict playing out on her face. "Is this really what we want to teach our daughters?"

The room grows tense, and Max feels his grip on reality slipping away. He is in a room full of naked, beautiful, mature women, each one more eager than the last to argue with him while pleasuring his cock.

Dr. Patel takes over, her strokes more aggressive, almost punishing, in contrast to the vibrant henna adorning her hand. "You know what, Karen? Maybe it's time we teach our daughters to take what they want," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Maybe it's time we showed them that they can be both smart and sexual."

The debate rages on, each woman quoting a different feminist philosopher or statistic as they took their turns stroking the high school senior’s cock. Max feels like he is in a twisted episode of "Masterbate Theatre." 

As the night grows late, the wine flows freely, and the arguments grow more heated, so does the stroking of his cock. His mother’s face is flushed, and her hand trembles slightly as she speaks about the importance of respect in sexual relationships. Max feels a pang of guilt but pushes it aside. He is the hero, and they are all here for him.

When it’s Brenda’s turn, she looks him straight in the eye and says, "You know, Max, the real question is whether you're going to use this power responsibly. You have the opportunity to show these women that you're not just a dick with a pass."

Her hand pauses for a moment, and Max feels the weight of her words. He knows she is right, but the thrill of the game is too much to resist. He leans back, his cock pulsing in her hand, and says, “You’re right, Mom, I can do better.”

With that, Brenda leans in and takes Max’s cock into her mouth with a passion that surprises him. Her lips are warm and soft, and she takes him deep, her tongue swirling around his shaft in a dance that makes him moan involuntarily. The room is silent except for the wet sounds of her mouth and the occasional gasp or murmur of...