Then she smiled and spoke.

She returned to the couch, her attitude telling Nick that all was well.

"It was your mom," she said. "She was worried about you trying to get home in the storm. I told her you were gonna stay the night in the spare bedroom and she said that it was okay."

The storm had worked its wonders again. And it was also more than okay with Nick Hannible's parents.

Gus and Gloria Hannible liked to fuck and suck a lot, and it was always embarrassing to have their son home and know that he could hear them – which he sure could, because his sexy, redheaded mother was a real loud fuck, especially when she was creaming off.

Gloria returned from the phone and told Gus that they had the house to themselves tonight.

"I wonder if Nick is fucking that sexy little Curtis girl?" Gus mused.

"Jealous, darling?"

Gus grinned sheepishly. "Wouldn't you love to screw her yourself?" Gloria asked, as she began to undress.

"Well… she is a doll," he admitted. Gloria shoved him down and squatted over his face, moving her pussy around enticingly. His tongue snaked up to meet her pussy-muff and he began to suck her cunt with relish.

Gloria knew that her husband was probably thinking about their son's sexy girlfriend as he munched merrily away in her cunt.

But she didn't give a damn what he was thinking about, as long as he pumped her pussy dry.

And she screamed so loud when she melted that even the neighbors could hear her noisy joy.

Barbara sat down beside Nick again and kissed him with her spunk-soaked lips. His cock was half hard. She avoided contact with it, not wanting to take a chance of bringing him off a second time by hand.

But she played with his balls, feeling them balloon, as another arm load seeped into his sac.