You can’t believe your eyes

“That’s it... uhh, Steve righttt there baby!” your mom says, moaning and panting as she grips into your dad’s balding hair, pressing him harder into her wide open legs. “Eat... uhh, eat it... harder!”

“Holy shit”, you think. You stand there awkwardly as you wait for them to realise you’re standing in the doorway, but it looks like they didn’t hear you.

You take a moment to soak in the sight before you; your mom, spread eagle on the bed with your dads face burried in her snatch, he legs wrapped around his head, now being roughly face-fucked by your mom with her hands on the back of his head.

You can’t help but grow a little hard watching, and you can’t seem to turn away, either.

“Maybe this was a bad idea...”, you think as you start to turn around, hoping they didn’t see you, when suddenly you hear something that cuts you weirdly, and deeply.

“Oh... I bet Zack would eat my pussy harder than you, and he’s nothing but a fucking weak little sissy!”

Your own mother talking about you this way, in a sexual way, is both suprising, demeaning, and erotic.

“Fucking eat me harder! Work that tongue harder! Or do I have to get our little cheerleader in here to show you how it’s done!”

You panic, realizing if you don’t get out of here, well, she might just be serious! The thought of eating your own mom’s pussy is too much to think about right now.

“Time for plan B - get the fuck outta this nut house!” you think as you quietly turn around to leave.