Look through the keyhole

You look around to see if anyone is around and then kneel down to look through the keyhole. At first, you can't really see anyone, but you eventually shift your angle and are able to see an apparently nude Mr. Anderson sitting in a stuffed easy chair. The nude woman kneeling in front of him has her back to you, but there's nobody else in the house with that red hair. It's definitely your mother. You shudder in disgust. This is hardly a surprise, of course. You had figured out she was fucking him months ago. Obviously, he paid her off by letting the two of you live here.

You're just about to get up when you can barely hear him say, "I hope you got it wet enough, slut. Get on the floor." You're shocked that he just called your mother a slut. Not that you haven't thought that yourself, but it seems an incredibly rude thing to say. Your mother rises and gets onto her hands and knees on the floor, affording you a much better view than you had of the chair. You look over to see Mr. Anderson and nearly gasp. His muscular body ripples and he looks even fitter naked than he does clothed. And the man is almost literally hung like a small horse. You find it impossible to believe that thing will fit inside her.

You see that your mother has now lowered her chest and face to the floor and has reached behind her to spread open her ass cheeks. You don't have time to wonder about this when you see that Mr. Anderson, who has knelt behind her, is taking an unusual angle and you realize he's going to put it up her ass! Your mother grunts and then lets out a long, low moan of pain while Mr. Anderson slowly stuffs his giant sausage up her ass. Your mother's grunts gradually turn to moans of pleasure (with the occasional grunt of discomfort mixed in) and it becomes very obvious that she's enjoying it, which you find nearly impossible to believe. How could she possibly be enjoying that?

You realize that you're getting uncomfortably excited and are just about to get up when a hand claps over your mouth from behind you. You gasp in surprise, but the hand effectively muffles you. You turn quickly and see that it's Belinda. She presses a finger to her lips and gets down to look through the keyhole for herself. You think to try to stop her, but your mind isn't working quickly enough and you're sure she's already seen it by the time you try.

She gets up and flashes you that winning smile of hers. "So," she whispers, her hand coming down to cup your crotch, "you like watching my daddy fuck your mom up the ass? Tell me, which one of them would you rather be right now?" You pull away from her hand and stammer for a reply.