Meanwhile, at the office

"You... You just have that in your purse?" I asked in a shocked voice as she casually waved around the double-headed dong.

"What do you mean? I'm a milf now. It would be irresponsible to leave the house without some dildos. I can't expect anyone else to have any lying around," she said as if discussing carrying feminine products. She dumped her purse on the table, and a small collection of dildos rolled out: A single ended one, a ribbed one, a ludicrously gigantic one... also the things that would normally be in a purse: a box of bandaids, her keys and wallet, some lipbalm, and some pads. "Anyway, last up, his wife calls out of work and hurries over; getting eaten out by a Milf that her husband is fucking in the ass was too good to pass up," she went on, still as if all this was normal. "And after all that, we went into the office and filled out the paper work."

"You did all that for a car?" I asked weakly.

"Sure. How else was I gonna get a payment that fits our budget? It's a brand new top of the line model; if I hadn't negotiated alternative payment we'd be refinancing the house," she said quizzically, as she took the strap off the double-dildo, took it to the sink, and began washing it nonchalantly, despite it not being dirty.

"Have you always carried these?" I said dubiously as I stared at the array of silicone tools scattered across the table.

"Of course not. You only started using me a few days ago. Why would I have needed to carry dildos around before then? Besides, it's not like I could have gotten use out of them when I was sick," she replied as she put the double-dildo in the the dishrack to dry.

"Where did they come from, then?" Did they just appear when I made her a milf?

"Oh, Howard and I picked them up after the DMV yesterday. That IT girl rushed over to help us with the license printer... I think I mentioned before that they had to put in a separate age line just for us?... and I realized I couldn't thank her properly. Can you imagine how inconsiderate that had me feeling?"

"The DMV? IT girl?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"She went out of her way to do us a major favor, a rush job even, and there I meteorically caught with my pants down, instead of literally," mom continued, sounding embarrassed. "I mean, sure, if she had been lesbian or Bi I could have just eaten her out, but she was straight. No dildo, no thank you. Fortunately your father was there to give her a hard fucking instead, but we made sure to stock up my purse on the way back, even though it made Howard even later getting to work."

"I'm sorry... you said dad just fucked this woman... in front of you?" It was more a clarifying question than a surprised one at this point; I had basically run out of the capacity to be shocked.

"Well of course," she replied in a patronizing tone as she unlocked her phone. "People do you a favor, you thank them. We raised you well enough to know that, I hope. It would have been rude if one of us didn't give her a screaming orgasm or two after the trouble she went to. She did more for me than him, so it was bad enough I couldn't pitch in at all. Just image if I had been alone; I would have had to just say thanks and leave her to her own devices." She added as she called someone, hitting speaker and putting it on the table. "Howard?" Mom said, answering my unspoken question as she began putting her purse back together.

"Hello, darling," my father said, sounding a bit distant; he was clearly also on speaker. His voice sounded strained, and there was also the sound the heavy breathing and wet schlicking came through in the line. "How did it UNF go at the dealership?" he asked as the smack of flesh on flesh could be dimly heard, along with what were over the phone faint but in reality were probably quite loud female moans.

"I managed to get a good deal on an SUV. Don't worry: it's a hybrid so that fuel economy is excellent," she told him, not minding what was obviously going on as they talked. "I know that not what we talked about, but I figured it would be handy having one big vehicle, and I was able to still stay in budget."

"Dad, what's going on? What are you doing?" John asked, looking between his mother and the phone.

"Oh, is John there too? Hi, John," his father put in between grunts causally. "Nothing major, just giving my assistant her lunchtime fuck. Should I put on the video?"

"Mrs. Gretchen?" I replied , finding a reservoir of shock after all. She had to be in her 50s at least, probably older, and my brain revolted at imagining her having any kind of sex.

"Oh course not. I'd probably put the poor woman in the hospital," he replied as the sounds of sex stopped. "Hold on, let me just..." and the screen on mom's phone came to life, the video shaking for a second as he propped it up in a slightly awkward position. My father was half naked, shirt still on but pants absent, and as he stepped away from the phone we saw a beautiful, extremely 20-something black girl bent over his desk. She had her skirt up around her waist and her shirt pulled up to let her large boobs hang free.

"Come on, boss, fuck me," she said in a high, breathy voice, looking back at him with an impatient expression, wagging her bare ass at him.

Dad turned back to her, lined himself back up, and slammed into her hard, then got to fucking her energetically. "Gretchen was moved to work with another partner," he clarified, his voice straining slightly with effort as he slammed deep into the girl each time, her large boobs smooshing into the desktop. "She didn't want to keep the younger girls from getting the chance to work with me. We'd probably be buried in HR complaints. They're going to rotate all the interns and a few of the younger associates through my office, so everyone whose interested has the chance to get fucked by a DILF. Today it's... actually what was your name again? Shauna?" his fucking paused as he apparently stopped to ask the woman he was inside her name.

"Deshawna, sir, now don't you dare stop fucking me, or I'll report you to Susan" the woman said loudly but playfully.

"Oh, can't have complaining to HR," my father joked back, clearly in on it. "I'll just have to make sure you have nothing to complain about!" He pulled back and fucked her even harder and faster, driving her forward on the desk, loud smacking echoing through his office, followed by her crying out as she came, Dad not letting up, slamming into her hard and grunting loudly, yelling at her to take it as he bottomed out in. We could just make out his cum spurting out of her widely stretched cunt around his deeply buried dick before it evaporated.

"Looks like she enjoying her lunch break," Mom commented as Deshawna let out a piecing scream as she shook with pleasure around my father's dick, pride evident in her tone. "I hope she deserved that," she added to the phone.

Dad resumed fucking into her limp body as she softly moaned. "Don't worry dear, we don't reward slackers here." He slowly sawed in and out of her pussy, letting her come down. "Anything else? Sorry to rush you, but I have a meeting with a client after lunch and I have to get ready. He's got... 3?" he paused for a second, and after a second I saw Deshawna grope around for her phone despite still being impaled, quickly swiping a bit and then nodding to confirm while grinding herself on his dick. "... 3 daughters old enough to fuck, so he'll probably bargain pretty hard."

"No, that was it," Mom said. "Just letting you know how it went. Hope you have a good day. See you for dinner, dear," she said, hanging up. "What are you doing this afternoon?" she turned to ask me, as if we hadn't just watched dad fucking an assistant who was so new he apparently didn't even know her name, and all but stating that he would be fucking some clients daughters in just a bit.

"I'm... I'm... gonna go to Car's," I replied; going to see my best friend was the first thing that came to mind. It was either that or fuck her right here, right now, and I knew if I did that, that would be all I did for the rest of the day.

"Have fun," she commented as she got the dildo off the rack and ran her hand up the length to see if it was dry. Apparently satisfied, she put it back in her purse, hung the purse by the door, then left me alone in the kitchen.

I watched her go, her plump ass swaying, shook myself free of the image of her bent over being reamed in it while eating a woman out, all on the hood of a car, and left the house in a fugue state.