His mom.

Serra had just arrived home from work when she heard the noise coming from her son’s room. She blushed at the sounds whoever the slut he was giving it to was making. Walking upstairs she was going to just let him be and give him a warning later when she noticed his door was wide open. There was discarded clothes strewn around the hallway and she sniffed the air smelling the odor of sex and something else. Shaking her head, she headed for her son’s door to give him a piece of her mind when suddenly her pussy started to throb in excitement.

Reaching the door, she looked inside and saw her youngest daughter bouncing on the biggest cock she had ever seen. She could not see the boy’s face with her daughter in the way. She was having a hard time controlling herself as her body screamed in desire as she watched them. Noticing the mess they had made of the room she figured they must have been at it a while and still showed no signs of stopping.

Serra slowly slid to the floor not even realizing she had put her hand in her panties as she rubbed her pussy. Finally, her lust was too great, and she found herself crawling across the floor to sit between the man’s legs. Part of her told her to stop but she could not resist as she started to lick the man’s balls. When she tasted him all her doubts evaporated, and she started to strip while she tended him.

Matt looked at his sister and pushed her to the side to see who was behind her. Seeing his mother, a smile spread across his face as he looked back at his sister. She groaned still moaning in orgasm as he lifted her off him and he placed her on the bed. He felt his mother’s mouth cover his dick and looked back at her and asked. “How does your son’s cock taste?”

Serra hearing the man mention her son looked up at him in confusion as she continued to bob her head. Her eyes widened as the man looked like her dead husband. Looking closer she noticed there were some differences. His eyes were blue like her sons not grey and he did not have the scar on his cheek her husband had.

Seeing she still did not quite recognize him Matt grabbed the pen not wanting to have to explain who he was a thousand times. Looking at his arm he wrote recognizable as Matt Smith no matter what he looks like on it. He looked back at his mother as her eyes widened in recognition.

Serra stopped sucking her son’s dick and asked. “Matt what happened to you?” She felt herself stand up and climb on the bed to straddle her son’s hips. A voice inside her was telling her to stop but all she could think about was being his plaything as she lowered herself down. She moaned in pleasure as her son’s cock buried itself inside her sopping cunt.

Matt watched his mother start to ride him and said. “It doesn’t matter what happened to me.” Looking at the pen he said. “The better question is what’s going to happen to you.” Matt started to write on her skin.