Well, that explains why you don't look a thing like your dad. Come to think of it, neither does your little sister Lola. Your sis is 20 to your 24. A little mental math and you know exactly where to be. Or, rather, when.
A moment and four years later, you are in your parents' house. It looks like your mother meant it to be a romantic night, except your very definitely nonbioligical father is passed out with a can of beer and a bad mustache.
Your mom's smoking hot in black stockings, a garter belt, and a lacy bra. She's reading in bed, clearly disappointed by dad's failure on the job. Time for penis to the rescue.
You freeze your mother's eyelids blinked shut. While she's disoriented, you seize her and throw her on her back.
Your cock enters easily into her underfucked wet pussy.
"Oh," she moans. "Oh yes."
You fuck her hard and steadily, barreling your pelvis into hers. Her tits make nice playthings through the lace.
"Yes! Fuck me!"
You freeze your dad just in case while maximizing your fun.
Your mom descends into a bevy of orgasms.
"Fill me up..." she implores.
You come hard and fast, crushing her tits with your hands, inundating her womb with a million little Lolas.
Your mother coos on the bed. You kiss her gently on the forehead. |