Vanessa’s blood boiled. Her left eye twitched. She dug her nails into the steering wheel. Of all the days for a major wreck to bring the entire interstate to a standstill, of course it had to be today.

She was supposed to be home, preparing her famous chicken eggplant parmesan. Actually, she thought as she checked her watch, she was already supposed to be done making dinner. In just a few minutes, Abigail and her new boyfriend, Zac, would be arriving from the university. Abby had always been so selective about boys and dating, so when she told her mom that she wanted to bring home this guy she recently met for a weekend with her family, Vanessa knew there must be something pretty special about him.

Wanting to put her best foot forward for Abby’s new boyfriend, Vanessa planned out everything to the very last detail. The house was clean. The guest room in the basement was set up for Zac. Abby’s favorite board games were dug out of the closet. All that Vanessa needed to do was get home from work a half hour early, throw dinner in the oven, and set the table. Instead, she was stuck in an immovable block of congested traffic as a fleet of police cars and tow trucks slowly worked through the accident scene up ahead.

Vanessa grabbed her cell phone and dialed up her husband. Again.

“Still stuck in traffic?”

“Of course,” she replied. “They’ve finally got a couple of tow trucks pulling the wrecked cars off the road, but it’s going to be a while before anyone is moving again. Are they there yet?”

Bryce let out a sigh. “They just pulled into the driveway a minute ago,” he said flatly. “Abigail is getting her luggage from the car now.”

“Oh boy,” Vanessa remarked, picking up on his tone. “What’s up?”

“Well, it’s just that Abigail is… you know what? Don’t worry about it. You’ve got enough to deal with there. I’ll have it handled by the time you get home.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“Okay,” she responded. “Hey, why don’t you set the table and order something for dinner? Maybe from that Italian place? Then we can eat as soon as I get home.”

“That sounds like a plan,” he replied. “Anyway, they’re coming up to the door. I’d better go.”

They ended the call, and Vanessa went back to sitting there and waiting for the wreck to get cleared. She couldn’t help but wonder why Bryce seemed so flustered. Abby had always been his little princess, and he’s pretty protective of her. He’d initially been against letting some boy who they’d never even talked to come spend a weekend with them, but he eventually agreed to it after Vanessa gently reminded him that Abby was eighteen and she can make adult decisions. Maybe Zac wasn’t what he was expecting?

Nearly an hour later, Vanessa finally pulled into our driveway, next to a jet-black sports car that she assumed must belong to Zac. Almost immediately, her eyes were drawn to a decal on the unfamiliar car’s back window that read, “I support road head.” She blinked in disbelief. That kind of humor seemed incredibly out of character for the kind of boy Abby would typically date. Maybe she didn’t know what it meant? Abby had always been a little on the sheltered side when it came to sex. “Oh, boy,” Vanessa thought, “this might be a long weekend.”

When she walked in the front door, Bryce was sitting on his recliner in the living room watching TV. Looking past him toward the dining room, she was relieved to see that the table was set and two big bags from the Italian restaurant were sitting there ready to go. It wasn’t her chicken eggplant parmesan, but it would have to do for tonight. Vanessa also realized that Abigail and Zac were nowhere to be seen.

“Hey, babe,” Bryce chirped in a pleasant tone. “Glad you finally made it. That must have been some wreck.”

“You wouldn’t believe it,” she replied, looking around. “So, um, where are Abby and Zac?”

“Oh, Abby took him to her room to unpack and chill.”

Vanessa’s jaw fell to the floor as she stared at her husband. “Unpack? In her room? Bryce, what happened to Zac staying downstairs in the guest room? I thought you were still adamant about our house rule that Abby can’t be alone with boys in her room. What on earth?”

“Honey, calm down,” Bryce said with a chuckle. “Zac’s a good kid. We chatted for quite a bit before you got here. It’s like you’ve been saying, Abby’s technically an adult now. We have to let her make her own decisions, remember? It’s okay. Just trust me.”

“Alright,” Vanessa sighed, still unsure if she felt comfortable with letting some boy she hardly knew sleep in her daughter’s room all weekend. She probably would have kept pressing Bryce on the matter, but she was tired and flustered from spending the last couple of hours trapped in her car. She told Bryce to go get Abby and Zac so they could eat and went into the dining room to start unpacking the food.

After removing the food from the bags, Vanessa stepped into the kitchen to grab a couple of serving spoons. While she was digging through her utensils, she heard voices approaching the dining room. One was definitely Abby's, but the other was unfamiliar to her and must have belonged to Zac. When she found what she needed and walked back through the kitchen door, her jaw hit the floor for the second time since she’d arrived home.

First, there was Zac. He was a pretty average-looking kid, but what concerned Vanessa was the way he dressed. He was wearing a faded old t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts, attire better suited for a casual night in the dorms than a boy’s first visit with his girlfriend’s parents.

What Vanessa found more alarming, however, was Abby’s attire. The girl was wearing a skimpy tube top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her breasts threatened to pop free with every step, and her nipples were all but on display as they pressed through the thin material. On top of that, the girl was in the shortest skirt Vanessa had ever seen. She couldn’t figure out how her daughter would manage to sit down without putting everything on display. It was an outfit that ran in stark contrast to the conservative, modest Abby she knew. In all her years, Vanessa had never seen Abby wear something so outright slutty.

“Bryce, honey,” Vanessa finally muttered as she collected herself. “Can I have a quick word with you in the kitchen?”

Bryce nodded and followed his wife into the kitchen. As soon as the door was shut, Vanessa spun on her heels and addressed him in a hushed voice.

“What’s all of that about?”

Bryce furrowed his brow. “All of what?”

Vanessa stared at her husband. “Seriously, Bryce? All of what? How about the fact that our daughter is dressed like a streetwalker, and her little boyfriend looks like he just rolled out of bed? You’d usually be the first one to get upset over stuff like this. What gives?”

Bryce simply smiled. “Babe, come on, calm down,” he said with a chuckle. “Abigail is an adult now. She’s got a smoking hot body. If she wants to show it off a bit, that’s her choice. And don’t worry about Zac. He’s a great kid. I swear, just give him a chance. He’ll grow on you. Now come on, let’s go eat dinner.”

Vanessa stared at Bryce for a minute, processing his words. His easygoing feelings toward Abby’s outfit and Zac were completely out of character. Not sure what to make of it, Vanessa let out a sigh and followed her husband back into the dining room. As they entered the room, she felt Zac’s eyes on her, checking her out from head to toe.

“Is everything okay, Mom?” Abby asked.

Vanessa looked over at her daughter, whose large breasts were barely contained by the flimsy excuse for a top she was wearing, her nipples millimeters from slipping out of the thin band. She didn’t feel like everything was okay. She wanted to point out that Abby used to pride herself on dressing modestly. She wanted to remind her daughter that she’d never owned so much as a two piece bathing suit before leaving for college and made fun of the girls who dressed like she did today.

Instead, Vanessa simply nodded her head as she took her seat next to her husband.

“Of course, dear,” she replied, putting on her best game face. “Everything’s just fine. I just had a question for your dad.” Turning her attention to their guest, she continued. “Now, Zac, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself? I only heard you existed a couple days ago when Abby asked about bringing you home to meet us, and I’d love to hear more.”

“Oh, there’s not much to say about me,” Zac said with a smile as he openly ogled Vanessa’s tits before looking back up into her eyes. “I’m just a college kid who knows a hot piece of ass when he sees it. I knew from the second that I saw your little girl that I wanted her, and the rest is history.”

Vanessa turned toward Abigail, then to Bryce. Abigail was grinning and nodding as though everything Zac said was perfectly reasonable. Bryce just chuckled, as if Zac’s demeaning comment was totally appropriate. She could hardly believe the way her family was behaving. Abby had always shown so much self-respect in the past. Why was she fawning over this jerk who objectifies her like a piece of meat? And why the hell was Bryce okay with any of this? He’d kicked boys out for far less offensive comments. Now he was suddenly unphased while this boy was calling his daughter a hot piece of ass, right in front of them?

Vanessa took a deep breath, trying to keep her cool. Maybe there was some legitimate reason for all of this. Perhaps Zac has some form of Tourette Syndrome or something that makes him say inappropriate things, but deep down, he’s a nice kid. Abby could always see a person’s inner good, so maybe that was the case. Against every fiber telling her to lash out, Vanessa decided that for the sake of family harmony she would just keep her negative comments to herself and try to maintain positive dinner conversation as best as she could.

Despite her best efforts, Vanessa was ready to burst by the time everyone had finished eating. Zac made rude, objectifying comments all throughout dinner. On top of that, he’d made a point of leering at Vanessa every chance he got. When he bragged about banging every girl on campus, Abby jumped in, adding that it included all the professors, too, as though that was some kind of accomplishment.

Her husband’s behavior was almost more alarming than Abby’s. All through the meal, Bryce just laughed off Zac’s salacious comments. He didn’t even seem to care that this teenager was undressing his wife with his eyes all evening. Vanessa didn’t even know what to make of it.

When the meal was finally over, Vanessa was the first one on her feet. She needed to talk to Abby and find out what the hell was going on.

“Hey Abigail,” she said, doing her best to sound calm. “Why don’t we let the boys go talk in the living room while you help me do the dishes?”

“I’ve got a better idea,” Zac replied. “Abs, why don’t you and Daddy go hang out in the living room while I get to know your mom a little better in the kitchen?”

“Whatever you say, stud,” Abby said, bouncing to her feet so enthusiastically that her tits almost popped out of her top. “Come on, Daddy,” she purred, pulling her father to his feet. “You heard him; let’s go.”

As Abby led her father toward the living room, Zac took hold of Vanessa’s hand and pulled her into the kitchen. Once they were alone in the kitchen, he looked her over once more.

“I have to tell you,” he said, “Abby was right. She’s got a body built for porn herself, but you’ve got her beat. You’re a grade-A MILF. I even like your ass.”

Vanessa couldn’t take it anymore.

“You listen here,” she hissed at the boy as she shook a finger at him. “I don’t know why my daughter and husband both think you’re so wonderful, but I have had it with your lewd comments and womanizing behavior. No boy comes into my home and behaves the way you do. This is so unacceptable. I want you to leave this house right now and never come back. And when Abby returns to campus next week, I never want you to talk to her again. Do I make myself clear?”

Zac looked into Vanessa’s eyes, a faint smile on his lips. “I got you. I got you. No need to get angry. You want me to go? I’ll go. But can you at least do me a favor first?”

Vanessa fumed. “What?”

“Catch!”

As he spoke, Zac removed an object from his pocket about the size of a golf ball and tossed it up in the air toward Vanessa. Out of reflex, the woman reached out and caught it in her hand. As soon as she did, her hand clenched the ball tightly and her mind went cloudy. Her rage-filled expression gradually faded into a blank stare. Her breathing slowed. All of her frustration and anger faded into nothingness, along with every other emotion. After a few seconds, she was left standing there in her kitchen with a blank feeling, as if she were an open book waiting to be written on.

Zac smirked at the woman as he stepped back up to her. “It looks like you need an attitude adjustment as bad as your husband did,” he sneered. As he spoke, he reached out, taking hold of Vanessa’s breasts through her blouse. “You love this. You love my hands on your tits. You love my hands anywhere on your body, for that matter.”

As he continued groping her, Vanessa felt his words becoming her reality. She did love his hands on her tits, she realized. She’d love them anywhere on her, really. Gradually, a faint smile grew on her lips as the boy continued groping her.

“I love this,” she whimpered.

“Good,” Zac smiled. “You know who else loves it? Abigail. You must really be proud of her.”

“Proud of her,” Vanessa repeated dreamily. He was right. She was proud of her daughter.

“That’s right, you must be proud of her because of how much of a slut she is.”

Vanessa’s brow wrinkled. Was that right? She thought she was proud of her daughter for something else. Some other reason. Could it really be that she was proud of Abby for being a slut?

Before Vanessa could give it too much thought, Zac spoke again. “That’s right. You love how slutty your daughter is. And she’s a major slut. She’s always ready to take any cock, anywhere. She loves getting her holes stuffed as often as she can. Last weekend, I invited a bunch of friends over. She took them all on at once. They filled every one of her holes and plastered her in their cum. She’ll suck and fuck any man. I bet you just love what a cock-hungry whore she is.

Vanessa felt a slight headache as she listened to Zac’s words. Somewhere in her mind, a voice was screaming that this wasn’t right, that she shouldn't be proud that Abby would take any man’s cock. That was so wrong, wasn’t it? Abby was a good girl. She went to church every Sunday. She started a purity club back in high school. She’d insisted that she wasn’t going to have sex until marriage. Hadn’t that been what Vanessa was proud of? Was she really proud of her daughter because she was a slut?

Vanessa tilted her head, trying to follow those thoughts. Try as she might, they grew smaller, fading away, replaced with a realization that Zac was right. Abby was a major slut. Vanessa was proud of her daughter’s sluttiness and how she could take any man’s cock, anywhere.

“And she’s not just a slut for men,” Zac added. “She loves pussy, too, just like any good slut. In fact, one of Abby’s favorite things is eating my cum out of a well-used pussy while I fuck her in the ass. She uses her body to get what she wants, and most of the time, that’s a good hard fuck. Yeah, Abigail is just about the biggest slut on earth. That’s why you’re so proud of her. The only bigger slut around is you.”

As his words escaped his lips, Vanessa felt the room spin. That’s not right, Vanessa thought. She’s not a slut. She’s a faithful wife. She’d never eat cum from a pussy or fuck countless men, would she?

Zac continued. “That’s right. You’re the biggest slut of them all. You’re more or less a walking, talking fuck doll. Your purpose in life is to fuck and suck anyone and everyone you possibly can. Men or women, young or old, fit or fat. None of it matters. You get off on getting others off. The whole reason you invited us to come have dinner and stay the weekend was because you wanted dirty fucking sex with your daughter’s new boyfriend. You couldn’t wait to get my cock in your pussy. You can’t wait to eat my cum like a dirty little whore, can you?

Vanessa could feel her entire reality shifting as her entire life story was being rewritten. Her success as an accountant? It must have been from fucking everyone in her office. That’s what sluts do. Her happy marriage? It must have been because she was always such a horny slut. Her pride over her daughter? It was because she was following in her mom’s slutty footsteps. As the last wisps of her old self faded into oblivion, everything started to make sense. Abby was a slut, and Vanessa loved it because she was an even bigger slut herself.

Vanessa’s smile grew as Zac pried the ball from her fingers and replaced it in his pocket. A moment later, the woman’s mind cleared, and she blinked, looking the young man up and down with a hungry gaze.

“So, now that we’ve got that clear,” Zac grinned, “what would you like to do next?”

Vanessa licked her lips, smiling at the boy. Without a word, she dropped down to her knees before him. She reached out, her hands trembling slightly with excitement as she gripped the boy’s shorts and pulled them down to the tile floor. Zac's cock sprang free, already hard and ready for her.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a hunger that she couldn't control. "I want this," she whispered, her voice husky with desire as she leaned closer and closer to Zac’s throbbing erection.

Zac's hands tangled in her hair as she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, tasting the salty pre-cum that beaded at the crown. She took him deeper, her head bobbing as she sucked him with a fervor that bordered on desperation.

Zac's hips bucked, his cock thrusting deeper into her throat. Vanessa's hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging into his flesh as she took him in, her eyes watering with the effort. She wanted him to lose control, to forget about everything except the pleasure she was giving him. She wanted him to see that no matter how slutty Abby could be, she was the bigger slut. She wanted to make sure he never forgot where her daughter got her insatiable lust.

Soon she was slamming her face down on him with abandon as Zac used her hair to skull fuck her harder and deeper than any blowjob she’d ever given in her life. Vanessa groaned and scrambled on his cock, not caring if her daughter or her husband heard her. They knew she was a slut. They knew she couldn’t be alone with a man without taking his cock.

Zac pulled her to her feet, his breath ragged. "Turn around," he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. Vanessa complied, her body trembling with anticipation as she bent over the kitchen counter. Without being told, she slipped off her skirt and panties, spreading her legs and giving him a clear view of her soaked pussy.

Zac's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he positioned himself at her entrance. With a single, powerful thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely. Vanessa cried out, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure as he stretched her wide.

He began to move, his hips slamming against her ass as he fucked her with a relentless intensity. Vanessa met each thrust, her body arching to take him deeper. The counter pressed against her stomach, the cool marble a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies.

“You’re such a slut,” Zag groaned as he slammed into her again and again. “You just love this, don’t you?”

“Oh, God, yes!” Vanessa moaned. “Fuck, I love your cock!” Oh, fuck, Zac, give me more!”

Zac continued pounding the woman as his hand snaked around her waist, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in tight circles, the pressure building inside her until she was on the edge of explosion.

“Oh, fuck!” Vanessa shouted. “Fuck, I’m going to come!”

Vanessa's body tensed, her muscles clenching around his cock as she came, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that left her gasping. Zac's grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his seed. Vanessa cried out, begging him to keep coming, to fill her pussy to the brim.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still connected, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Vanessa didn't care about the mess they'd made. She didn’t care that she just fucked her daughter’s boyfriend. She didn’t care that her daughter and husband probably heard her screaming in pleasure as he did. All she cared about was the feel of Zac inside her, the knowledge that she was his to use however he wanted.

“Come on,” Zac smiled, pulling out slowly. “Get those lips back around my cock, and after you clean me up, let’s really have some fun.”

As she dropped back down to her knees, cum leaking from her throbbing pussy, Vanessa smiled. This was bound to be a wonderful weekend.