She does not

“Hey good looking, you like what you see?” She asks, shaking her chest at you. Naturally, as your not used to women being this forward with you, you look around, even though you know you’re the only one around. “No stupid, I’m talking to you.” She walks up to you and stops so that her hefty chest is touching yours, giving you a good look at her cleavage. “What’s your name?”

This is when you realize that not only does your mom look how she did 20 years ago. This is your mom from 20 years ago. She has no idea that she’s your mom, which means she has no idea that her own son “from the future” is going to pump a huge load into her fertile womb. It would kind of be like Back to the Future, if the movie was a porno. “I’m Eddie.”

“Please to meet you Eddie. I’m Rosalinda, but you can call me Rosie.” You’d rather call her mom, but you can save that for later. The next words out of her mouth surprise the hell out of you. “This party is a dud. You want to go to my room and fuck my brains out?”

“What?” Putting aside the fact you don’t know what party she’s referring to, this doesn’t seem like the mom you know and love, but you remember your dad saying something about how forward she was when she was younger. When she saw something, or someone, she wanted, there’s no stopping her. That must have faded with age, but your not complaining. “Uh yeah, sure.”

She takes your hand and leads you to the bushes. You then hear loud music playing and you find yourself at a party. You look around and notice a sign that reads “Happy 21st Birthday Sofia!” That’s when it clicks. Your parents meet at this party. Well, met since it seems like your literally stealing your mom away from your dad, and neither one even knows. Whatever sense of guilt you had soon fades away as you stare at Rosie’s/your mom’s swinging hips as she leads you inside. “You snooze, you lose,” you mumble.

Your now inside her childhood home, which you recognize as your grandmother’s house, albeit with a different interior design. “Be quiet, my mama is in the kitchen.” You look into the kitchen and see your, incredibly fuckable, grandma, currently in her mid 40s. You’ll be storing that information for later.

You both have made it to your mom’s old room, then she closes and locks the door. You make the first move and bring her into a kiss. There’s something so wrong, but so right about it. “Well, aren’t you eager?” she jokes.

“You have no idea. So, how do you want to start?”

“How about with a little oral?”

“For you or for me?”