She parted the hair of her pussy with two fingers, then flushed when a finger started rubbing lightly at her throbbing clit. She couldn’t stop it, a... if something had taken control of her body, her hand. Her feet parted, hips jutting forward lewdly.“Mom, will you let me fuck you?” Billy asked bluntly.“Let you ... what?”“Fuck you, Mom.” Joan lost her voice for a moment.Billy didn’t want to tell her where he got the idea, or how. His mother might mention it to Doctor Nancy, and Doctor Nancy had. When I felt the head enter her well of hot silky wetness, I sank to the hilt in one quick motion. “Oh, fuck,” she cried. “Oh, God, it’s good. Fuck me.” She pulled her hand out, brought her legs up to lock her ankles around my waist, and began rocking her hips. I pulled out until only the head remained, then dropped back into her. We synced our rhythms quickly. The night air was filled with the sounds of ragged breathing, moans, gasps, and squishy wetness. She was tighter than I’d. At least, that was the idea. But the sun was starting to go down, and I hadn’t seen a tuft or feather of any critter. Everything was eerily still. Eerily quiet.Another reason I should have been concerned.I wasn’t, of course. Whatever had been done to me also made my head much more susceptible to going with the flow of whatever had happened to me. Well, suppose if I can’t find a Pokemon to interact with, I might as well start interacting with myself!I’m a male. I have a penis.Alright, strange. The weasel of a back-stabbing prick was always sniffing around my wife's ass but I never suspected he had it in him to actually bonk her on the sly. My two children had conveniently re-located to distant jobs and told me in no uncertain terms they did not want to get involved. When I made a reasonable request to retrieve my dog and my guns, I was informed by a smiling young thing of a para-legal with a piece of metal in her septum that my Hilda had had my constant companion Spike "put away" out.