My boyfriend’s Mom came into the room while I was sleeping with some crotchless panties on and her tits swinging and poked me on the hip till I woke up.
“What the fuck? Mrs. Langford? What–”
“Don’t worry, hon. I just wanted to offer you some breakfast in bed.”
Her fur lined pubis noticeably lunged in my direction.
“Can I smell your pussy?” she asked…
“Oh. It must be your breath then. I came here to talk about this farce you call ‘dating my boy Brian.’ I will not have my dear boy playing ‘beard’ to a waist deep carpet gagger like the likes of you.”
“Mrs. Langford… Please… I like Brian…”
“I know dear. But you’re in love with va-gi-na…”
“This is inappropriate. My sexual preference is none of your business.”
“But it is dear. My son is my business. Now, we’ll perform a little test. If we start to make love and you get wet… and have an orgasm, you are so gay.”
“I’ll agree to that test on one condition. You accept bisexuality as a perfectly legit sexual choice and admit this entire premise is sensationalist ludicrous b.s. and we go fuck your son up the ass with some strap ons because that boy is totes genderfluid who can’t get enough girl cock and he would really love you to accept him as such, and he loves watching me eat nasty bush like yours, though respectfully, incest is completely a terrible choice to make for your family, but this is porn and not reality so let’s go suck that motherfucker’s dick.”
“Im in, you fucking dyke! Kiss my fucking ass!”