"...so..." You think over what you're about to propose, and realize that if it doesn't go over well its not like you'll ever see these people again.
"Your mom is pretty hot, right? If she wasn't such a bitch I'd hit it daily." Able is stunned.
"W-...what?"
"I'm just saying your mom is a total bombshell milf. I know you've thought about it. Futa like us can't help it. Our hormones tell us to breed everything in sight as soon as we hit puberty. So... what do you say? Wanna teach your bitch mom a lesson?" You lean against the checkout counter, trying to act smooth while inside you're freaking out over what you just said.
"I...I umm... OK. Yah. Let's do it." Ables sweatpants start to stretch and her face is bright red.
"That's my girl~" you run your hands through Ables hair and pull her in for a kiss. She has to stand on her tippy toes to reach you but immediately starts frenching you back like she'd been waiting years for this.
Just then, ables mom hangs up the phone
"Able! Where's mommies soda?" As she turns and sees your erotic display she gasps
"Able! What the fuck are you doing!" The mlif stomps over absolutely enraged. As she gets closer you let Able pull away as you both turn to look at your new fuckmeat.
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