On a quiet night, Finn sat alone in the dim glow of the living room TV, engrossed in a video game. The rhythmic clashing of swords and clattering of armor as he explored ancient gothic structure infested with the undead filled the empty house. Mia and Kayla, Finn's older and younger sister, had already retired to their rooms, their parents, David and Miranda, were at a work party and not coming home till tomorrow, and Sarah, Finn's girlfriend, had already texted him goodnight, leaving Finn to his pleasant solitude.
Finn was happy to have this Friday night to himself. He loved his family, but sometimes their constant presence and overbearing affection could be overwhelming. His dad was never home, always traveling for work since works as regional manager of a restaurant chain, and this left his Mom with plenty of alone time. Alone time she spent by injecting herself into every aspect of Finn and his siblings' lives. If he was playing video games, she would plop down next to him and talk his ear of with questions and stories. If it wasn't her bothering him, it was Kayla begging for rides or Mia demanding he share the TV so she can watch more nerd cartoons.
On top of his crowded home life, Finn had a demanding job and a troublesome relationship. His girlfriend, Sarah, was a sweet and caring girl, but lately, he'd been feeling bored in their relationship. There were a lot of reasons, but the last time they'd gone on a date, Sarah sat in silence for most of the night, scrolling her phone idly. Finn tried to spark a conversation, but she was too preoccupied to catch on. He'd found himself feeling frustrated, like he was trying to stay in a relationship she didn't want anymore.
But for one night, Finn could forget all of it. He was alone, just him, his game, and the quiet solitude.
Suddenly, the front door swung open, and Miranda stumbled through the doorway, her face flushed and eyes wild. Finn paused his game, startled by her sudden return. "Mom? Are you okay?" Her dress was small and tight. It rode up on her thighs and pulled down over her breasts, exposing more of his mother's body than Finn can remember ever seeing.
"Of course I'm okay!" she shouted, her voice a mix of anger and hurt. "You're father, though..." she paused, stumbling as she did, "he's better than okay. He gets to party with that coked up teen instead of his middle aged wife!" She rambled through details of an argument between her and Finn's father, though the details were jumbled. As Miranda rocked back and forth in her drunken stupor, she slurred and teetered, he could only grasp fragments of what had happened.
"I left his ass there! He can get her to drive him home!" Miranda stumbled as she went, constantly on the edge of tumbling over. "He should hope that dumb whore even has her driver's license!" Then, with a sudden misstep, Miranda fell across the living room, spilling her purse and losing a heel all before slamming into the ground with a hard thud.
"Whoa, Mom!" Finn said, rushing to her side, "Let me help you." He stood Miranda up and guided her towards the kitchen, "Are you okay? Did you hit your head?"
She grumbled, "I'm fine, I just tripped."
Finn sat her down at the kitchen table, "Let's get you some water, okay?" He flicked on the lights, illuminating the quiet house.
While fetching her drink, Finn noticed how beautiful his mother looked--- her hair was tousled, her makeup was smudged, and her dress stuck to her body like a second skin. The signs of aging she spent so much time and energy stressing over were her greatest features. She had wide, motherly hips, plumped by time, large breasts lightly sagging with age, and sun-kissed, freckled skin with light wrinkles at the corners of her eyes that were a testament to her life of laughter. Whether cellulite or wrinkles, it didn't matter, Finn couldn't think of a more beautiful woman. "You look... really good, Mom," he said, perhaps a bit too truthfully, "I mean, for your age. You look good."
Miranda laughed softly, easing the tension from her shoulders. "You think so? A woman my age could still be sexy?"
Finn nervously backtracked, "No no not like that! I mean, you're breath taking!" he said, handing her the glass of water.
Miranda was clearly enjoying his nervous stammering with her devious smile through hooded eyes. Something began to stir in Finn's pants.
She drank several big gulps, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, "Breath taking, how?"
Finn stuttered for a response, unsure of what she meant, but Miranda cut in to specify her question. "Like, what do you like about me? My Hair? My Butt?" she looked at him with tempting eyes and squeezed her breasts, "My boobs?"
Caught off guard, Finn stared at her at a loss for words with a sudden and intense desire to explore the woman before him. He'd never truly seen his mother in this light yet the thought of her as a sexual being with her own desires was shockingly exhilarating. "Everything!" he blurted without caution, "you're the definition of a milf!"
As he stood there, staring at her, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have her, to kiss and touch her most sensitive places. For a moment, Miranda seemed to sense his thoughts and their eyes locked. There was a spark there, an ember of desire, and for a brief moment, it seemed as though she might be considering the same thoughts that swirled within Finn's mind.
Miranda broke eye contact as her eyes trailed away and her finger lightly traced circles on the table, "Remind me, what does milf stand for?"
Finn nervously chuckled, "Well, you know. Its not exactly literal..." he trailed off.
"You know," she began, "when it comes to young women, you don't need to specify wanting to fuck them like you do with women my age. With milfs" Finn could see the sparkle of tears welling in her eyes. "Its just a given that you'd fuck them."
Seeing his mother's sensitive moment, Finn pulled a chair close to comfort her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling in close. As he held her, Finn couldn't help but notice the way she smelled like rose perfume, the softness of her skin, and the warmth of her breath against his neck. "What happened at the party? Did dad..." Finn paused before asking, "did he cheat on you?" The thought was troubling but Finn couldn't ignore the signs.
From within his embrace, Miranda groaned, "No, he didn't cheat. Not really."
"Well, what happened? You said he'd being with some coked up teen when you came inside."
Miranda sniffed to clear her nose and pulled away from Finn's chest, wiping her tears away as she did. "You have to keep this a secret, okay?"
"Keep what secret? Your fight?"
"No, listen," she straightened her back, pushing out her breasts where Finn glimpsed her areola peaking from behind her thin dress. "You're father and I have an understanding. He can sleep with other people and so can I, but we always did it together."
Finn listened intently. Finding out his parents were swingers was one big reveal, but the admission only excited him. Visions of his mother's sexual exploits flashed through his mind and all the possibilities opened up before him. "You and Dad are swingers?"
Miranda was still explaining her night, though her speech was slurred and voice low, "Yes, but tonight he wanted to go alone with some nineteen year old he'd met at the party. Probably one of his coworker's daughters for fuck's sake." Miranda threw her head back and took a deep, heavy sigh. "It's not his fault. I'm just feeling old, lately, and the way he asked me for permission was so," she choked, "so horny! I hadn't seen him pumped like that in years!" The tears returned, pouring down her face as she buried her face in Finn's embrace.
Finn held his mother close while she cried, though his rock hard erection made his compassionate gesture more than a little awkward for him. "Its okay," Finn breathed, "Dad is probably just feeling the same things you are and wants a younger woman to feel young again himself." He ran his hands up and down her back, creeping further to her hips and thighs with every stroke, "Maybe you should do the same?"
Miranda looked up at him through wet eyes. There was a sense of comfort and security between their embrace and the desire he'd seen in her eyes had returned in full strength; it was the kind of look you'd give before a first kiss. Finn, too, felt that surge of passion as he looked in his mother's eyes.
Miranda reached out and ran her hand through Finn's hair, eyes flittering between his gaze and his lips. He could feel his mother's desire and unable, nor willing, to resist this urge, Finn pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her in a fleeting kiss. It was unexpected, electric, and left Finn feeling light headed.
"Finn," Miranda meekly protested.
He would have pulled away, brought her to bed, and forgotten the night had ever happened if she wanted him to stop, but Miranda had already given in to her own desire. She gripped the back of his head and pulled him in where their lips crashed together in a second, more passionate kiss. Finn's tongue slid against Miranda's, tasting the alcohol on her breath and she moaned in response. Their breath mingled as his tongue met hers in a frenzy of lust. Their lips pulled back for short, desperate gasps of air only to collide again.
As their lips opened and tongues wrestled, their hands began to wander, exploring each others bodies. Miranda swung her leg over and straddled Finn in the chair, his hands gracing her bare thighs. He rubbed his way up and under her dress where he grabbed handfuls of her soft, thick ass.
Miranda left wet, big kisses on Finn's neck which he followed suit, nipping at her earlobe and sucking softly on her neck with each kiss. His touch elicited soft gasps from Miranda whose hips moved in rhythm with Finn's, their bodies pressed tightly together.
Suddenly, Miranda pulled away from Finn, her eyes locked on his as she spoke in a low, sultry voice. "Let's go to my bedroom," she whispered, her hand reaching out to take his.
Finn's heart raced as he followed his mother to her bedroom, his mind reeling with the implications of what was about to happen. She is his mother, yet all he saw was the sway of her ass as he followed into her bedroom, mind aflame with lust for the woman in front of him. As they entered the room, Miranda turned to face him, stumbling as she began to undress.
Her dress fell to the floor followed by her underwear, revealing her naked body in all its glory. Finn's eyes widened as he took in the sight of his mother's curves, her breasts swaying gently as she moved. He'd seen her bra size before, 32F, while doing laundry and envisioned how they looked, but they were no longer a fantasy to him. Her skin was smooth and creamy with a flush of pink and a web of nearly invisible veins that crisscrossed beneath the surface.
She lay face down on the bed, her ass raised slightly as an invitation to come closer. She patted the bed, her voice low as she spoke. "Come, touch me," she whispered, her eyes leaving Finn to rest her head upon her forearms.
He hesitated for a brief moment, unsure of what she wanted him to do. There were a dozen different things he wanted to do to her in this moment, but the weight of their situation had begun to sink in. If he climbed into bed with his mother, were they going to have sex? This could destroy their family if anyone ever found out.
Miranda swayed her butt side to side, beckoning Finn to join her. "Rub my back, baby."
Fuck it, Finn thought to himself. His mom was a once in a lifetime woman, and she was his now. He tore off his clothes and tossed them to the floor without care. His cock sprung out of his boxers, hot and sore with anticipation. Finn climbed onto the bed, his hands reaching out to touch his mother's skin. She moaned softly as he caressed her, her body arching under his touch. As he continued to massage her, his hard erection pressed against her ass and back.
The heat of Miranda's pussy melted over Finn's dick as it slid between her ass cheeks and rested against her opening.
"Oh fuck baby," Miranda groaned.
Miranda flipped over, her body pressing facing up beneath Finn's. She reached down, her hand wrapping around his erection, and began to stroke him. Finn's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt his mother's touch, his body trembling with anticipation.
As they kissed, Miranda's hand continued to move, her fingers expertly caressing Finn's cock. He groaned into her mouth, his body responding to her touch when, suddenly, she pulled away, her eyes locked on his as she spoke in a low, sultry voice.
"Put it in," she whispered, her hips arched up towards him. Finn didn't need convincing, he couldn't resist the urge to be inside her. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock throbbing with desire.
He traced his dick up and down her pussy, a tease to draw out the moment. Miranda breathed in sharply each time Finn dragged against her clit, which had clearly grown engorged in lust. Finn came down with his cock and, without warning, thrust into her. Finn's eyes locked on hers as he pushed into her, the sensation of being inside his mother overwhelming him. He felt every inch of her.
"Oh fuck baby, you're inside of me," Miranda moaned through a strained voice, almost as if she were only now understanding the moment.
Finn embraced her close as he thrust, his mouth on her neck as he frantically kissed every inch he could reach. He pulled back and loomed over Miranda, pressing her legs down as he increased the weight of his thrusts. Finn pulled out only to his tip, then came down hard again, penetrating every inch of his cock into her until he could feel the wall of her pussy.
Miranda's eyes were rolled back and her mouth agape with silent ecstasy as she rocked back and forth with Finn's rhythm. Her tits bounced wildly, hypnotizing Finn to take one in his mouth. He sucked and bit at her nipple while he relentlessly groped her other breast. The soft touch of her boobs suffocating his face drove Finn feral. His rhythm and force increased which made Miranda quiver and flail her arms on his chest, unable to take the full force he was pounding into her.
Miranda's moans came out in tiny, strained cries. The realization suddenly hit Finn that if anyone were awake in the living room, they would surely hear them. He slowed his pace, choosing to thrust deep and slow into his mother. Her head came down and she looked into his eyes again, her expression wild and passionate. He thrust in perfect rhythm, his cock feeling every ridge of her pussy and hands periodically groping her breasts. At the end of each plunge, when Finn's cock rammed into her cervix, Miranda moaned sharply but silently as her body trembled uncontrollably.
"You're so deep," Miranda whimpered. Finn figured he must be hitting her g-spot. "I can feel you," she interrupted herself with another, whimpered moan, "fuck, I can feel you stretching me out, baby."
Finn grunted animalistically, his mind was racing a million miles a minute but all that came out were grunts and moans. He wanted to praise and worship his mother; tell her how sexy, beautiful, and fun she was. In that moment, Finn didn't love his mom, he was in love with her. She lay beneath him, breathing her carnal desire into him, laid bare for his pleasure, and Finn's intoxication with her came barreling towards its climax.
Finn's orgasm approached and he quickened his pace, his cock slamming into Miranda's pussy with a frenzy. She cried out, her legs wrapped around his waist as Finn buried himself deep inside her. The noise didn't matter now, they would be done soon, anyway.
Finn plunged into Miranda a few last times, the juices between them squelching with each collision of their waists. He fought to keep control of himself, to resist the call inside him to let loose inside of her. But he couldn't risk giving his mom a cream pie, no matter how desperately he wanted it. This was his one chance to do it, after all; there was no chance Finn would ever, ever get to have sex with her again.
With a final, mind-shattering thrust, Finn pulled out of his mom's wet pussy and let go, ejecting rope after rope of his hot cum onto her body. Shock waves rippled throughout his body as each pulse of his cock shot more onto her. Finn jerked himself until every last drop found itself upon Miranda's body.
The room was quiet now, only filled with the scent of sex and the sound of their labored breathing. Finn sat on his knees over Miranda who was already falling into sleep, her legs twitching randomly. The depths of their depravity crept in from under the doors and through the windows, invading Finn's thoughts with guilt and panic. He had to clean her up and get out of here.
Finn leapt off the bed and into the connected bathroom. He grabbed the first clean towel he saw and raced back to Miranda to clean his cum off of her. No amount of scrubbing or jostling woke her up and Finn wondered if she even knew what had taken place. Was she black out drunk? Enough to not remember coming home wasted and having sex with her son?
Whatever she remembers, Finn decided he couldn't let the events of this night be spoken of ever again. If Miranda remembers, he can only hope she be just as ashamed as he feels right now and also allow this night be forgotten.
Finn dressed himself, disposed of the cum soaked towel, and tucked his mom into bed as if she'd merely stumbled drunkenly under the covers. With a final glance as his mother, Finn slipped out of the room, careful not to make too much sound with the door. As he walked away, he couldn't help but be overcome by the feelings of guilt and shame at what he had just done with his own mother. Regardless of the incest, Finn had a girlfriend that he'd just cheated on. He needed to push this night out of his memory and never speak of it again, as if a fantastical dream.
Finn slowly opened his eyes to the sound of his mother's voice beckoning from across the house. His bedroom glowed dimly with the morning sun, beckoning his groggy consciousness to the new day. The events of the previous night came flooding back to him, and Finn couldn't help but feel a wave of conflicting emotions.
As he sat up in bed, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his gut. Visions of he and his mother's sexual encounter flashed through his mind. He wondered what the repercussion of last night would be, and what would happen to him specifically. His mind wandered to the possibility of his mother remembering what had happened, and the implications that would have on their relationship, let alone the entire family. Finn's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his mother's voice calling again from across the house.
"Kids, time to wake up," She sounded hungover, yet normal, though Finn couldn't bring himself to respond. Instead, he lay back down on his bed, staring sleepy eyed at the ceiling. If she remembered anything, her voice alone wasn't going to tell him. Finn needed to confront this head on.
When he came into the living room, Finn could see he'd gotten up before his sisters. Miranda was alone in the kitchen, dressed in only a robe and slippers. Her hair was messy and brushed, her face line with tiredness, and expression strained slightly, as if back pain. Finn had planned to speak first and break the tension, but Miranda saw him before he could think of anything.
"Hey, sweetie," she spoke, her voice fatigued and scratchy from a night of shouting over people and music. "I'm sorry about last night."
Finn felt a sudden surge of fear and excitement clash within him. "I'm okay, Mom, its fine," he said, trying to sound reassuring. "Are you okay? With everything?"
Miranda sighed as she sat at the table with her steaming cup of coffee. "I'm alright, I think." She didn't hold the intensity in her voice that Finn expected for such an act as theirs. "I remember coming home, falling over, and you helping me up," she rubbed her temples, "but not much after that."
Finn frowned, disappointment drenching his thoughts. Truly, Finn had been hoping that she would have remember their night, maybe even willing to do it again. But now, it seemed like that wasn't going to happen. "No, yeah. You were fine, I just got you some water and took you to bed."
She furrowed her brow at him, as if searching for something. "Are you sure? I didn't do anything weird?" she asked. "When I got up this morning, I found my panties under the kitchen table."
Of course, he forgot she'd taken off her underwear. How was he going to explain this to her without sounding guilty? Finn grappled for any excuse, reason, or lie that could get him out of this, but time was ticking. He needed to say anything, and fast, otherwise it'll be clear as day that he's hiding something.
"Yeah, you uh, you said something about having to pee?" Finn stammered, disappointed with himself before the words had even left his lips.
Miranda was clearly confused, "Pee? I didn't pee myself did I?" She asked frantically.
"No, no, no, you just took off your panties and I took you to bed," Finn stammered again, only making himself look more unusual, "I mean, I helped you go to bed. You know, get undressed and stuff."
"What?!" Miranda blurted out.
Luckily for Finn, Mia had finally come out her room to join them in the kitchen, her presence preventing their mom from questioning him further.
"Mornin'," Mia yawned. Finn's eyes locked onto her as she sauntered into the kitchen, her long, curly hair a mess with recent sleep. Her t-shirt clung to her body, emphasizing her ample breasts and the subtle curves of her figure. His gaze drifted lower and took in the way her loose pants hung off her wide hips and ass.
Miranda's posture loosened and she relaxed back in her chair, "We'll finish this later, mister." For now, he was safe.
As Mia joined them at the table, Finn found himself stealing glances at her, his mind wandering to forbidden territory. If his mother was a possible lay, then why not his older sister? She was twenty-three, two years older than Finn, and never had a long term boyfriend. Maybe she would give in to him the same way Miranda did, and Finn only had to get her drunk.
Eventually, Kayla joined them for breakfast and the three sat together in the kitchen. Mia asked about where their father was, but Miranda said he "went home with some friends," and would be home later today. Finn listened quietly, not willing to poke holes in what he knew to be a lie. In reality, Finn's dad was probably sound asleep next to a girl younger than him.
"Why didn't you go with him?" Kayla pressed, to Finn's dismay.
Miranda gulped her coffee in what Finn assumed to be an attempt to give herself time to think of an answer, "I just didn't feel like it. I'd rather come home and sleep than stay up till dawn with those overgrown frat boys," she joked.
"Overgrown frat boys? Who?" Kayla continued to pester.
Miranda pursed her lips and sighed, "I don't know, okay? I blacked out." Her hangover weighed her down, making each word a struggle, "Mommy blacked out and got a cab home, is that what you wanna hear, Kayla?" The strict mom voice Miranda used sparked at Finn's senses, causing his cock to stir, still eager with the memory of his mother.
Kayla leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms, "Just curious." Finn heard a catty, snide tone to her voice, "I heard you bumping around last night. I thought it was you and dad, but, clearly I misheard."
"It was Finn, Kayla. He helped me into bed cause I was too drunk to do it myself." His mother explained, stern enough to end the conversation there.
Kayla had always been the contradictory type, she lived for the chance to correct other people. Well, that and she lived to date all the boys in her reach.
Finn couldn't help but say something to deny her the win, "Don't you have a couple boyfriends to text? Maybe a relationship to ruin?"
Kayla rolled her eyes at him, "Oh really Finn, you fucking hypocrite. How's your relationship going?" she goaded. "I haven't seen Sarah around here in a while. You aren't leading her on, huh?"
"Leading her on? You're the one who's always flaunting your pussy in front of everyone, hoping to get some attention," Finn cursed, knowing he'd only escalate their argument more.
Miranda meekly interjected, "Language, Finn," but it fell on deaf ears.
Kayla scoffed, her tongue traced her teeth and eyebrows scrunched; she was holding back an outburst. "Thinking a lot about where I flaunt my pussy? Do you wanna check my hymen to see if I'm still a virgin while you're at it?"
Finn's blood boiled with her obstinate jabs, his posture rising to match. He would have struck back with a new insult, but Mia interrupted their confrontation, "Can you guys shut up, already? Jesus, you fight like you're flirting."
Kayla's face scrunched up loathsomely, "Don't make it weird, Mia."
"You made it weird, Kayla. Finn's right, anyway. Your go-to short shorts might as well be a thong."
With their argument turned into a two on one, Kayla stormed off back to her room, leaving the rest of them to a quiet breakfast. Mia excused herself first, followed by Miranda shortly after.
As Miranda left, she made one last comment to Finn, "Hey, I know its bad timing, but I need you to bring Kayla to work."
"What? When?"
"One thirty, okay?"
Finn sulked and sighed, but she wasn't going to change her mind. He was forced to agree and Miranda thanked him with a kiss on the forehead, oblivious that they'd done so much more not even twelve hours ago.
As the morning went on, Finn found himself feeling more and more saddened by his mom forgetting their encounter. He knew that he shouldn't be feeling this way, but for some reason, he couldn't shake the feeling that he wanted to fuck her again, desperately so. He pushed the thoughts out of his mind when it came time to drive Kayla to work. Kayla was already waiting for him in the living room, legs crossed and entranced in her phone. She was a year younger than him, though she didn't look like it. She'd always been short, topping out at five feet, and Finn stood an entire foot taller. Unlike Mia, Kayla's boobs never got bigger than an a-cup and her butt was round, yet petite, though that's never stopped her from showing off. The sports bar she works at has the perfect uniform for her. Just a pair of extra short shorts and a tube top, though the nipple ring outlines are her own addition.
In all, she was intoxicating, and Finn couldn't help himself from prodding at her for a reaction. Her feisty outbursts were a genuine turn on for him, though Finn never explored the idea any further than the surface level, shaking away any taboo, intrusive thoughts. But since last night, Finn is seeing his family members in a new light.
"Come on, I'm ready," Finn said.
Kayla looked him up and down, her eyes judging every detail, "You gonna apologize to me, or what?"
"I don't have to apologize for shit, you need me or you're not getting to work," he countered.
Kayla's upper lip curled in a subtle sneer and she chuckled through her nose. She finished typing a message, locked her phone and stood, getting up slowly as if trying to make a show of it. The tail of her thong peaked out from her shorts and Finn lost focus, staring mindlessly as her back straightened and arms went up in a long stretch. The contour of her figure drew Finn's eyes up, past her hips, along her waist, and up to her arm pits, shaved clean and smooth.
As Finn's gaze passed her shoulders, his eyes met with Kayla's, whose expression burned wicked satisfaction. He'd been caught.
"You dirty, sinful creep," she chastised.
Finn furrowed his brow indignantly, "Excuse you?"
Kayla closed the gap between them, every step deliberately prolonged, and her gaze never leaving Finn's. His phone chimed from an incoming message, but he didn't break eye contact.
"I saw you looking at me. Like an animal, drooling over bloody meat." She looked up to meet his eyes, so close that Finn could feel her warmth of her breath on neck. "Why don't you check your phone? Too busy undressing me in your mind? Dreaming of your baby sister's pussy?"
Finn stammered, stepping back to get distance from her. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he lashed. "Go get in the damn car."
Kayla loosened her posture, rolling her eyes at him defiantly, "Whatever you say, creep. I'm just telling it how it is."
Finn didn't say a word the entire drive. He was completely blind sided by Kayla's behavior earlier and couldn't make sense of what had gotten into her. He felt like he could sense her attention on him through the silent air, burning a hole in his mind. Finn dared not even glance in Kayla's direction, else she might find more fuel to accuse him of preying on her body.
As Finn pulled into the sports bar parking lot, Kayla collected her things and flatly thanked him for the ride. Though, as she was about to step out of the car, Kayla looked back at her brother and told him, "You should really check your phone. Someone sent you a message before we left."
Finn shook his head in confusion, unable to grasp what she was on about now. There was no time for clarification, Kayla had shut the door and walked away. With an annoyed huff, Finn yanked his phone out of his pocket and opened his message app, seeing Kayla had sent him a video. As he tapped the thumbnail to open the video, everything clicked.
"What the fuck..." Finn shivered. It was a recording of last night, taken from the bedroom doorway. The clip was short, only around thirty seconds, but you could see everything. Miranda's face came into frame, her eyes locked on Finn's, unaware that Kayla had been watching the entire time. Finn's heart sank to a new low and his gut threatened revolt, twisted with a heavy, ominous fear of being exposed.
In the entry to the bar, Finn saw Kayla looking back at him, her smile bleeding with hot, perverse mischief before she slithered through the door. Kayla had seen him and their mother last night, and she took a video of their forbidden act. And now, she had him by the balls, and he doesn't even get to fuck his mom again.