Incredulous...at first.

"Not going to - now you listen here, um, uh, oh, it starts with an L."

"Well, ole Chuckster calls him Loser, hon."

"That's it!" Lloyd's mother jumps a bit, making her tits bounce enticingly. "You listen here Loser; Chuck's been hosting a lesbian make-out/wet t-shirt contest while your little sister gives him an all day titty-fuck! The poor thing is positively exhausted! All he's had is 17 pancakes, 13 waffles, 42 eggs, a danish, 9 paninis, and one single crunchberry! He needs to keep his energy up if he's going to fuck my ass in your bed tonight while his little hoes film it!" She shook her head like it Lloyd was the dumbest person alive. Honestly, did he even bother thinking?

Lloyd licked his hands clean, walked over to his father and wiped his hands on his father's clean white shirt. Staring directly into his mother's dark eyes, he stalked toward her, backing her into the corner of the kitchen.

"Mom," he said, "we're kicking that shit stain out of the house."

She was at a loss for words. Lloyd had never spoken to her like that, never in his life. It was...shit, was she getting wet?

"Hey now, bucko," his father stood and chimed in, "that's no way to talk about-"

"Sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up, dad."

"Yuh-huh." He planted himself right back down.

Knowing he couldn't be wrong, Lloyd continued, "Look, I get it. You've got an **** fetish. You wanna dress like a slut and be rapemeat for your son. I haven't been what you've needed. I'm sorry for that. But you don't need Chuck to live out the life you want anymore. I'll grope and fuck and objectify you every single day from now on. I'll never see you as a person again. Just a fun way to get off."

The more he spoke the more his mother's face transformed from shocked to joyous. Her nipples poked through the apron and her legs were rubbing together. "You mean it? You'll even invade my privacy and make me fuck you in public?"

Lloyd didn't get why so many women like being treated this way but hey, as long as it made them happy. "Of course, mom."

"Oh baby!" Lloyd made out with his mother for a solid ten minutes. He pulled her hair as his tongue claimed her mouth, his hands groped her knockers and that tight ass she loved to show off on beach trips. He even fingered her in front of his dad and she screamed about how much bigger is one finger was than his father's cock.

"HEY!" Came a voice from outside. "WHERE THE FUCK IS MY ROAST!? I'M FUCKING STARVING."

Ah. Time to deal with Chuck.