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ARE YOU MY DAD NOW, MOTHERFUCKER???

Date: 11/8/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Sex Humor, Author: dantheman1980, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

The followup to THERE AINT NO OPTION B, MOTHERFUCKER!!! 'What the fuck?' I heard Barry say from the landing. As the door flew open and my friend appeared in full view, his mother's sopping snatch was wrapped around my cock and impaled halfway, still struggling to get off me. To make matters worse/better I was in the process of dumping a gallon of spunk in her love canal. Finally she managed to pull free in her panic, yelling for her son to get out of the room, not to see her like this. 'Oh shit,' I stammered as my cock sprang free and sent a jet of pure white come shooting up against the wall behind the bed. 'What the ffffucking fuck?' Barry yelled, his face a red ball of fury and confusion all at once. 'Barry, get out!' Teresa panicked. 'What the absolute fucking fffffffuuuuuuuuu- 'Oh Jesus, Baz, I'm so sorry,' I pleaded. 'You're fucking sorry?' 'So fucking sorry!' 'Then stop fucking my mother, you fucking fuckbag!' I didn't realise I was. I looked down. Yep. My mistake. I had somehow pulled her back onto me. Maybe I was subconsciously looking for somewhere to hide. Next thing I know I look back up and see his fist up close. I need a macro lense to see this... Oh, nope, no I'm u*********s now. Never mind! 'How could you hit him like that?' I hear Teresa's voice, pleading, angry, regretful as the sound of footsteps storm about the floor and I realise I'm now lying on that very same bed. I come to, feel the sting and swollen burning against my eye socket and moan, ... crawling out of the bed and wrapping the quilt around my waist. Then, 'no, no, not again, you leave it alone, Barry, you've done enough!' 'I've done enough?' I hear him yell in disbelief. Why did this have to happen? He storms into the room and looks at me like he wants to hit me a second time. I'd invite it if I think it'll make him feel better. Instead he just crosses his arms, thankfully for me, and lets out a grunt. 'Baz, I'm sorry, what else can I say? Did you have a good night, though?' 'It was fucking lovely, unlike coming back home to find you boffing my mother,' he ranted. 'Wonderful. And the girl?' 'Shut up, dickhead.' yeah okay, so I shut up as per request and I deserve the dickhead part, since that's the brain I was clearly thinking with. Only then does it start taking a turn for the weird and I'm not sure I know if I can stand my ground or just do as I'm told to prevent any further fighting. 'So, you're not just any motherfucker. you're fucking my mother. I should be grateful since she can't seem to get any around here. Bunch of old fucking farmers with sheep fetishes. It's nice that she's found somebody up to the challenge and who has a bright future ahead of them just waiting to be ruined by HER FUCKING SON!!!' 'Jesus, I said I was sorry. What can I do?' 'So I suppose you're my dad now, hey motherfucker?' Barry asks. Ummmm.... What? 'Eh?' 'You're into my mum, you're fucking her in her own house, in her own bed, while her son's walking around. Are you my dad now, ...