Whose your momma?

This is a story.

One family.
Dad.
Mom.
Two teenage sons.

Mom and Dad couldn't get along.
Couldn't see eye to eye bout everything.
Fight fight fight.
Things got worse.
They split.
Lives separately.
Didn't get a divorce though.

Kids are nomad.
Spent some weeks with the Dad.
Spent some other weeks with the Mom.

One day, the Mom thought kids be spending time with the Dad.
Thought she'd had the house all to herself.
She brought home a young stud.

And wham bam they fuck everywhere, like wabbits.
Got into the master bedroom.
Didn't bother to close the bedroom door.

Kids got home to their Mom.
Kids got home to their Mom moaning and screaming and pleading and wanting and all things pornic.

Kids pushed bedroom door wide open and guess what they see?

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How does one look at one's own mother after a jiggy thingy like that?