“Mom! Your boyfriend just fucked my ass and now he’s fucking my pussy and he says he’s gonna knock me up!” she yelled to her mother in the kitchen.

“That’s fine, sweetie!” her mother called back. “He knocked me up last week. If we’re lucky, we can have our babies together! Won’t that be nice?”

“Ugh! Whatever. I wanted to spend a little time as a free slut before I got knocked up. I just turned eighteen yesterday!”

“Now, sweetie, you know that’s rude! You apologize and thank Roger for being nice enough to fuck your slutty little ass and for allowing you to get knocked up by him,” her mother chided from the kitchen door.

Anna rolled her eyes.

“I’m sorry for being a whiny little bitch, Mr. Andrews. Thank you so much for wrecking my ass and trying to knock me up.” Her voice was that petulant monotone that made it clear she didn’t really mean it.

“That’s a good girl,” her mother said and then went back to cooking dinner.

“You should go ahead and cancel any plans you had for tonight. I’m going to need you sucking my cock while I have dinner with your mother,” he told her before slamming deep into her dripping cunt and cumming.