"So you are the guy whose fucking my mom."
She surprised me. It was Julie. She was Joan's daughter. She had moved back in after a breakup with some guy she had been living with. I knew she was coming but wasn't aware she was already moved in. I was standing in the refrigerator door looking for something cold to drink. She couldn't tell from where she stood, but I was buck naked. She was wearing just an oversized t-shirt herself standing at the base of the stairs by the entrance to the kitchen.
"As a matter of fact I just finished fucking her," I quipped. "Want something to drink?"
I picked up a couple of beers and shut the door. She was taken aback to see me naked. I saw her eyes dart to my cock hanging between my legs
"You are old enough to drink aren't you?"
She smiled nervously, trying to keep her cool, not wanting to appear flustered and took the beer. She kept her eyes on mine, not wanting me to know she had looked at my cock. We sat at the table. She seemed more relaxed not having to see me full frontal.
"Yes, of course."
As a matter of fact she was twenty two. Joan had told me about her. She had her young, only seventeen. She had always been a problem child, angry, rebellious, promiscuous. She didn't look a thing like her mom. Long brown hair, tall, slim, full lips, dark eyes and if I wasn't mistaken heavy tits with large nipples pushed against that t-shirt. Joan had fake tits, short blonde hair, and was petite. I was beginning to see why Joan didn't want her to move in. It was a competitive thing. Never the less, both of them were top shelf bitches
"Damn, my mom is such a slut."
"Yes, she is, but she is my slut now."
"Don't be so sure. She fucked around on my Dad she'll fuck around on you too."
"I don't think so. You see, since she has been seeing me there has been a little change in her behavior. I am not like the pussies she is used to dating."
"You are a cocky ass aren't you, walking around naked and unashamed in our kitchen." Then her demeanor changed.
What do you mean? Now that you mention it she does seem different, calmer, more content."
"Never mind, just trust me," I said taking a swallow of my beer.
"Well it has been nice meeting you," she quipped, "I better get back in bed. Besides, I am sure my slut of a mother is waiting for you," she said getting up leaving a half finished beer.