Bobby Fucked His Mom Out of Kindness

You knocked on Bobby's door and Vanessa answered. "Hello John!" she said. "What can we do for you?"

You asked to talk to Bobby. She moved out of the way; you could see Bobby was playing a video game. "Bobby, can I talk to you for a few minutes?" you ask. "Sure John, I actually wanted to talk to you too" Bobby answers.

You felt a little awkward. You were still nude, and you just entered a room with a nude 18 year old man and woman. You sat down next to Bobby. You were mad, but you knew you had to play this right. You didn't want to do something that would get you kicked out of the Whittman Society.

Bobby started off, "I just wanted to say, thanks for dating my mom. That was super cool of you." You couldn't tell if he was sincere or not, but you told him it was no problem anyway. Bobby continued, "I was worried that I was going to have to stay with her forever." You were confused. Why did he feel he had to stay with her at all?

You asked him that same question. "Well, I mean, I love my mom. Mom loved pleasuring my dad. It was hard on her to go from being used by my dad every day to only being used in the singles room once a week."

That was an interesting point. If Whittwomen truly lived to please their husbands, and their husband died, what did they live for then? "No....no problem Bobby. She's pretty hot. I guess, if I'm being honest, it was a huge turn on seeing her willingly fuck her own son" you responded.

Bobby started laughing out loud. "Dude, no worries. It made her feel good to please a man again. That's why when I turned 18 I promised I would use my mom as much as I could until she found a husband."

You were starting to think that you misjudged Bobby. "Oh, I get it now" you said. "How come you didn't get married though when you turned 18?" Bobby's face turned sour. "Oh I wanted too, believe me. Vanessa and I turned 18 at the same time. I've been hoping to get to her before another man did. Thing is, like, I love my mom, but she's older. Most men aren't going to take a wife that's older than them. I knew that once I took a wife, mom would have to go back to only being used in the singles room once a week. Plus, I would move out, so she would have no one to serve here. I couldn't do that to her."

Now you felt like a real asshole. Bobby was actually being a good son this entire time. "Isn't it weird for you guys though? Your mom fucking her son in front of everyone?" Bobby smiled. "Dude, once you're a Whitman for a while you'll get it. It doesn't matter if the man is short, tall, fat, thin, a stranger, or a family member. Whitwomen believe that every man is superior to them. They believe that to pleasure a man is to perform their function in life. I mean, I am my mom's son, but her pleasing me was more about her fulfilling her role in society then fucking her kid."

Bobby got into your good graces with that explanation. As soon as you were ready to let go of your anger though, he paused his game and threw down his controller. He got up, and slapped Vanessa hard across the face. He then sat back down, grabbed the controller, and unpaused the game. You began to remember all the disgusting things he had done that day. You wanted to ask what the hell was wrong with him.