Ron looked down also, flexing his groin muscles, and said, “You ready to fuck Skyler?”
I grunted, “Fuck me, Ron.”
Gawd, did he fuck? He had the staying power of an older man, and I felt like he was bumping my child with his cock. It was uncomfortable, but I didn’t care. I needed this. I gushed again. I was lying in a puddle of my girl’s cream.
He was plundering my cunt like a madman, and then I felt his cock jerking and the warmth of his seed fill my cunt. He then slowed down, gently stroking in and out until his soft, spent cock slipped from my very wet, gooey mess of a twat.
I lay there, catching my breath, as he came to the side of my face. I knew what he wanted, so I turned my head and engulfed his soft cock, sucking it until all of our mixed juices were cleaned off.
I sat up, kissed him, and said, “Thank you; I needed that.”
He smiled and got dressed. I got up, feeling our mixture of sexual juices escaping my sedated, wet, pregnant slut cunt. I went home, got a shower, and put on a bathrobe. It was time to relax, and I watched TV while I relived my indiscretion with Ron.
Mom was also in a bathrobe. It seems as though all vestiges of normality are gone. We walk around the house and our yard like a pair of whorehouse sluts. Pregnant sluts!
I asked Mom, “Did you ever fuck other men?”
She responded, “Of course, sweetheart.” “Why?”
I looked at her and said, “I never thought I’d want sex as much as I do now.”
Mom smiled and said it was natural for some women.
Then Mom said, “Don’t tell Dad, but after he knocked me up with you, I fucked a bunch of guys.” I often came home with my underwear stuck to my crotch.
I looked at her in mock disbelief and said, “You randy slut,” as I giggled.
Mom then said, “So, whose cum was soaking your underwear tonight?”
I acted indignant and said, “What makes you so sure I got fucked?”
Mom replied, “I know my daughter.” “You’re so much like me, it’s scary.”
I laughed, then told her about Ron. Then I asked her if she was getting any extracurricular sex.
She smiled and said, “Honey, we’re both knocked-up sluts, and we’re beyond causing any additional babies at this stage.” We may as well enjoy some fruit while we can. She pulled me to her bosom and held me as we both smiled.
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