Positive Reinforcement

Chip has always been a bit of a slob when it comes to keeping his room clean, Lois having tried everything to get him to change his sloven ways. Bargaining with him, reasoning with him, and even out-and-out threatening him has yielded a zero-sum-total result. The one thing she hasn't tried, due mostly in part to her husband's dislike of the idea, is to reward him.

Standing in Chip's doorway, staring into his room, Lois wrinkles her nose...disgusted by not only the mere sight of it but the smell as well. Weeks worth of dirty laundry piled up in the corner, pizza boxes and various fast-food wrappers scattered here and there, and all manner of half-drunk soda cans and energy drinks lining his computer desk. In the middle of it all, Chip snoozes the weekend away, face-down across his bed...only a thin sheet covers his lower body.

Rustling in his sleep, Chip groans as he rolls over, brushing the bed covering aside. Lois lets out an audible gasp, eyes darting towards the ceiling in embarrassment, her cheeks turning a bright shade of crimson. Sure, she's seen him naked, but never...

Lois: Oh my god!

The noise, however, awakens the slumbering young man. Eyes fluttering, focusing on the doorway, Chip watches as Lois quickly turns her back to him. The cobwebs of sleep suddenly disappear, realizing that she's seen... Bug-eyed, Chips snatches the bed covers over his waist, covering his morning wood...his face turning an equally deep shade of red.

In an attempt to save face, Lois clears her throat, turning only enough to look in his general direction. Her voice cracks and squeaks, still flustered by the awkward situation. Embarrassed or not, she's still going to confront him about his filthy bedroom.

Lois: Th-this room is an ab... An absolute pigsty, young man!

Sitting up in bed, wide-eyed and cupping his manhood, Chip stares at her in half-embarrassment and half-disbelief.

Chip: We... We've gotta talk about -THIS- ? Right -NOW- ?

Lois: Yes, Chip, right now. I've tried everything to get you to clean up this mess. I've begged. I've pleaded. I've threatened. I've...

Lois trails off, sensing that something has distracted the lad. Turning to look at him directly, it becomes obvious as to what has attracted his attention. In her haste to turn away from the young man, Lois hadn't noticed that her dressing gown had come untied, giving a Chip a glimpse of her freshly trimmed crotch...and no small amount of her ample cleavage.

Lois quickly snatches her gown shut, fumbling to tie its belt. Mortified, her face hot with embarrassment, every fiber of her being screaming at her to flee. Gone is Chip's embarrassment, having made no attempt to avert his eyes. The young man looks on with a raised eyebrow and a slightly lecherous smile, the bulge beneath his hands throbbing with excitement.

Chip: Are you sure you've tried...

Leaning back, Chip props himself up on his arms while spreading his legs. Rolling his hips forward, the already noticeable protrusion beneath the sheet becomes much more prominent.

Chip: ...everything?

Chip cocks his head to one side, gauging the woman's reaction with a shameless smirk. Lois blinks repeatedly, trying not to look at the veiled bulge, finally looking him directly in the eye. She should be mad. Infuriated. Now she's just trying to figure out if he's serious...or just screwing with her to get out of cleaning his room.

Lois: Young man, y-you... You're not suggesting...?!

Chip: ...that you give me a reward of some sort? I clean my room and you give me...fill in the blank. You know, positive reinforcement for good behavior?

Lois simply stares at him, blinking, still uncertain if the young man is seriously suggesting that they... She says nothing, completely at a loss for words, turning towards the doorway...Chip ogling her shapely figure as she disappears down the hallway.

A short eternity later finds Lois seated at the kitchen table, an unread women's magazine open before her...her untouched cup of coffee has long since gone cold. The image of Chip's erect manhood...his huge, thick shaft...ingrained in her memory. She can't help but envision her legs wrapped around his spindly frame...the tall blonde driving into her again and again.

Lost in her own little world, she doesn't even notice when Chip saunters up behind her, watching as she nibbles on the corner of her lip. He has little doubt as to what she's thinking about...he has been imagining much the same thing. Lois practically jumps out of her chair, startled when the young man puts his hands on her shoulder.

Chip: Close your eyes. I've got a surprise for you.

Lois's first thought is to scold him for scaring her, but instead doing as he says, closing her eyes with a nervous half-smile. A hand grasps her bicep, guiding her to stand as she hears the chair being pulled away. With his hands on her hips, Lois lets him lead her down the hallway.

Chip: No peeking, young lady.

Stopping abruptly, he turns her to face what she assumes is his bedroom doorway. Gone is the smell of dirty gym socks and half-eaten pizza, replaced with her favorite lavender-scented air freshener. Half expecting him to tell her to open her eyes and reveal a clean and orderly room, she lets a little giggle in anticipation.

Chip: Keep 'em closed.

Instead, Chip's hands glide around her hips, untying the knot of her housecoat. Arching her back, Lois pushes out her chest and rolls her hips in one smooth motion. In doing so, the underside of his fully erect shaft presses into the small of her back...a little shiver running through her entire body. She can feel his hot breath just behind her ear, her coat pulled open and slipped off her shoulders.

Chip: Open 'em.

Lois scarcely opens her eyes, a hand grasping the underside of her breast, another slipping downward, fingertips grazing her neatly trimmed Brazilian. Her eyes flutter, a little smirk crossing her face...the bed is made, not a drink can in sight, and all of his clothes are put away. It even looks like he dusted.

Lois: Have you been naked the entire time?

Hours later, much like her imagination running wild, Lois finds herself on her back, legs wrapped around Chip's waist. Both of them drenched in sweat, the lad drives himself into her with all of the vigor of a young man. Breast jiggling in circles, Lois lets him pound away, his hips slapping against her ass cheeks.

The bed shaking, headboard crashing against the wall causing shelves to rattle. All manner of previously neatly placed trinkets and action figures rain onto the floor. The once-made bed...bed covers twisted and thrown about. At some point the slamming headboard causes the closet door to unlatch. A mountain of dirty clothes and old pizza boxes tumble out...empty soda cans clattering across the room.

Chip sheepishly grins down at her, Lois merely shaking her head in return.

Lois: S-s-so much for r-r-rewarding good bee-behavior.

Original Sketch by Rage Grenade

Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2