"Again," I said. Knowing they wouldn't hear me, never mind stop.

The banging of the headboard, grunting, orgasmic moaning.

I was nineteen and had never known Mom to date. My ex-boyfriends thought she was hot, saying she was just a MILF version of me, so sure, I knew she could have and thought she just chose not to, well, until she brought home her creepy boyfriend.

It's been a month now, and this creep keeps turning up and getting Mom off at all hours, and she isn't shy about screaming how amazing he is.

It does sound kind of fun, though.