What you found shocked you.

As you walked into the room, the sight that greeted you made you gasp in shock. Emily was on her knees, topless, in front of your mother, with his throbbing cock in her mouth, sucking him off with a level of enthusiasm that you couldn't help but admire. "What the hell are you doing?" you demanded, unable to tear your eyes away from the image of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. "Stop that!"

As soon as the words left your lips, Emily's head jerked back, releasing your mothers cock, your cock, from her mouth with a faint popping sound. Her eyes, wide with shock, met yours, and her face flushed a deep crimson. Your mothers eyes also snapped towards you, a mixture of surprise and annoyance flashing across his face. He quickly scrambled to cover himself, his hands fluttering over his groin as if trying to conjure up a pair of pants out of thin air. For a few stunned moments, the room was silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the three occupants.

Emily's face was still flushed with embarrassment as she scrambled to gather her clothes, her hands shaking slightly as she snatched her shirt from the floor. She didn't bother to look at your mother, her eyes fixed on the door as she hastily pulled her top over her head. The sound of rustling fabric and muttered apologies filled the room as she frantically tried to compose herself. Your mother, still trying to cover himself, looked on in a mixture of frustration and embarrassment, his face reddening by the second. As Emily hastily buttoned up her shirt, her eyes darted towards you, and for a moment, you saw a flash of accusation and anger.

Emily shot one last glance at you, her eyes filled with anger and betrayal, before disappearing out of the room, leaving you alone with your mother. You stood there, your mind racing as you tried to process what had just happened. You couldn't believe that your mother, in your body, had been having sex with Emily. The sight of his cock, your cock, sliding in and out of Emily's mouth was still burned into your mind, and you felt a surge of disgust and confusion wash over you.

You gave your mother a stern look, your Expression making it clear that you were not happy with what had just happened. He shifted uncomfortably under your gaze, his eyes darting from you to the door Emily had just run through. "Don't look at me like that!" he snapped, his voice tinged with frustration. "You don't know what it's like for me in this body. I just wanted to find out what it was like!"

Your mother's face reddened further as you glared at him, the accusation hanging in the air like a challenge. "You probably used my body too," she spat, the words tumbling out of her mouth in a rush of anger and disgust. Your eyes darted away, avoiding her gaze. "What are you talking about?" You sighed. "I didn't do anything with your body." But the denial was unconvincing, and you could tell she didn't believe you.

"Admit it!" She shouted,

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you looked at your mother, your face flushed with embarrassment. "I did it too," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. Your mother's eyes widened in surprise, his face softening as he looked at you. "Really?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice. You nodded, your eyes fixed on the floor. "Yes," you said, "I did it with.... dad." Your mother was silent for a moment, his face looked angry. "What the fuck?"