Mom

"Okay hon," I heard my mom say as she swung the door open to see me with my cock hard and ready waiting for... who was I waiting for?

"Oh, sorry, hun," Mom said, and shielded her eyes. Actually, she peeked through her hands, so she wasn't really shielding her eyes. "I thought you were your dad. He's been shut up in here for a while."

I stood up and started to pull up my pants. My mom crossed over to me.

"Wait," she said. She looked me in the eye and let her fingers trail down around me cock. Something in her seemed hungry, wanting. She sighed. "Your dad moved us out here all alone and he hasn't fucked me in all this time--"

"Woah, mom--"

"What? Your mom likes getting fucked..."

"I've never heard you talk like that," I said.

"That's because mommy has never been so fucking horny before. Your dad used to fuck me all the time. He used to take me up against the wall, his hands **** me as his fat cock entered... whatever whole he wanted that day. But now... he just sits in here all day." Mom looked at the book that was open. And he's.... writing?"

She picked up the book and read the title.

"M-preg?" She flipped a few pages. "That queer," she said. Then she looked up at me with anger and lust mixed in her eyes. "You too? Is that why your cock was hard when I cam in?"

I nodded yes.

"But it stayed hard hearing me say slutty things... are you hard for mommy too?"

"Yes," I said.

"Fine then, would you like mommy to suck your cock? You can call me daddy if you like, I just need to be fucked stupid."