Mom 5 - Runs in the Family

"I'm telling you. Took her, like, five days!" you recall, the bit of your leftover vodka you still had stored somewhere sloshing around in the bottle. You and Zoey are chilling on your bed, pantsless, passing the cheap mixture of **** and bottom shelf soda.

"Jesus, cold ass bitch." Zoey laughs, shaking her head. Yeah, you were just telling the story of your parents' breakup and how 'long' it took your mom to bring some new dude home.

"Right??" you exclaim, gesturing wildly.

"But hey, at least she was happy."

"Oh believe me that she was!" you reply, your eyes wide as you face the flashbacks. "And they were NOT subtle about it."

"Haha, perfect." Zoey continues laughing and almost drops the bottle.

"Perfect??" you counter and snap the bottle away from her. "Do YOU wanna walk in on your mom and her new boy toy banging in the kitchen??"

"No fucking way that happened!"

"TO THIS DAY I have not sat at this table again!" you emphasize, whirling your drink in her face. "This woman is a fiend!"

"Ayo, watch out with the glass, haha."

Like, one day, she calls me, right?" you continue in complete disregard of her. "I don't even know what she wanted anymore but she called me MID SEX! Like, who does that??"

"Hah, this is getting better and better." Zoey snorts and pours herself a new drink.

"She could've picked ANY other time. But no. Nooo. During fucking backshots is apparently just the time to call!"

"Wait, how do you know she got backshots?" Zoey questions and puts the bottle back onto the nightstand.

"I don't fucking know what exactly they did!" you exclaim and gesture wildly, spilling some of your drink. "All I know is she was moaning and panting and there were sounds like, uh, fuck, you know how backshots sound like!"

"Heh, yeah." Zoey smirks, but her eyes wander down to the new wet spot on your cleavage.

"Like, god damn! She got issues, man." you conclude, finally calming down a bit again.

"We can always pay her back." suggest the futanari with a mischievous smilef.

"Huh? What do you-" you begin, but then it dawns on you. "Woah, no no no. We will not call my mom during sex, you idiot!" you tell her off and slap her arm.

"Haha, the offer stands." she laughs and scoots off the bed to grab something from her bag. "Anyway, Imma take a quick smoke. You want one?"

"Hmmm... yeah, why not." you give in and slide towards the edge of the mattress. "At the window though."

"Gotcha." Zoey agrees and stands up, two cigarettes and a lighter in her hand. Unlike you, she still has her pants on but instead she's topless and obviously, her abs look fantastic. She then walks over to the sole window your tiny flat has to offer and opens it wide. The warm evening air instantly wafts inside and fills the room. She doesn't particularly seem to mind the fact that she's essentially showcasing her chest to the whole neighborhood. Well, it's the fourth floor, maybe it'll be okay.

"Believe it or not, but I sorta kinda get it." Zoey says as you step up next to her, leaning your elbows onto the windowsill.

"Get what?" you ask her.

"Your situation with your mom." she replies and takes a drag from her cigarette. "You could say my dad is kind of similar."

"So you mean he's also an insatuable slut with no regard for privacy?" you suggest, taking the lighter from her and lighting yours.

"Hah, maybe not quite." she chuckles. "But yeah, he's kind of a man whore. Or at least he was back in the day."

"So that's where you got it from!"

"Pff, I guess." Zoey smirks and blows a puff of smoke. "I mean you are talking to a gas station toilet accident, after all."

"Ohhh no!" you laugh, realizing the implication.

"Yup." she confirms, popping the p. "No relationship yet, no marriage ever, arguably not even a proper fling. Just some deranged sex on a public toilet and boom. There I was."

"Well... we obviously stand above public toilet sex." you tease, obviously refering to the irony of your first meeting. And the actual public toilet sex you had like two weeks after.

"Okay, maybe I did get that from him." she admits with a laugh. "But you're no better."

"Excuse me??" you fake a gasp. "I'm none but a delicate and pure flower."

To call Zoey's glance a side-eye would be an understatement.

"That's a lie and we both know it." she deadpans and the tone makes you giggle.

"Hey, compared to you I am!" you protest, poking her arm.

"Ronya, I have banged you at a public lake and a movie theater in a span of like two weeks."

"Well, THAT is YOUR influence." you insist, wiggling your cigarette at her.

"Oh please. I've just awakened the beast that was already in there the whole time." the futa insists and nudges your head with her finger.

"Not true." you playfully deflect and turn away from her.

"Ah yes. Saint Ronya. Never has a dirty thought crossed her mind." Zoey smirks and puts her arms around you from behind. Then you feel her front press against your back, including a sizable bulge against your butt.

"Uh-huh. Never ever." you continue and lean back into her embrace. You already kinda forget you two are standing right at your window.

"And I'm just the bad bad influence." Zoey goes on, her lips close to your ear. "The evil corruption, tainting her."

"Correct." you grin, a small shiver running down your spine.

"How ruthless of me." she continues and then, her mouths travels downward, to your neck. Her hands meanwhile sneak underneath the hem of your top, gently moving across your skin.

"Just, hmm, horrible." you sigh and put down your cigarette into the ash tray, next to hers.

"Maybe I should really..." Zoey whispers in between kisses to you neck while her hands snake their way upwards. "...leave her alone?"

"Hmmm, I dunno..." you pretend to think as you press your backside against her crotch. Your eyes fall shut and a soft moan escapes your lips.

"I really should. Before I take all her innocence away." she breathes onto your neck and her hands reach your tits. In theory, there's a bra in the way, but she just slips her hands under it.

"Yes... definitely..." is the only answer you give as your mind has better things to think about than more witty replies. And these things are her lips on your neck, her hands on your tits, and her hard cock rubbing against your barely covered ass.

"Or maybe she isn't such a good girl after all." Zoey keeps going and begins massaging your breasts. You moan into her touch as you reach back with one arm to wrap it around her head.

"What, mmh, would you do if she- if she wasn't?" you pant and begin grinding against her.

"There are so many things..." breathes your lover, biting your neck.

"Ngh, tell me." you urge her and dig your fingers into her hair, almost knocking her cap off.

"No, I'll show you."