About ten minutes after Amy came home with Roger, Amy's parents Sandra and William got home. Amy's mother was 38 years old and her father was forty.
William was puzzled, seeing a car parked along the street in front of their house. He didn't recognize it. But then he figured that it must have belonged to one of his neighbors, or a friend of one of his neighbors.
They headed inside, forgetting about the stranger's car, then stood in complete shock as they stared at their daughter and some man they didn't know. The two of them were on the floor and completely naked. The man was on his back and Amy was bouncing up and down on top of him, her still-developing breasts wobbling with the quick movements.
They were having sex. They were having sex in their house. But the worst of it was the fact that it was their own daughter Amy who was having sex with a complete stranger who was even older than them.
"Amy!" Sandra yelled out. "What are you doing?!"
Her daughter turned and smiled at her. "What does it look like, Mom? We're fucking."
"That man is older than your father," Sandra said. "What's gotten into you?!"
Amy opened her mouth and what looked like a ball of light appeared within it. Then, like a bolt of lightning, it zoomed across the room and struck Sandra.
"Honey, are you okay?" William asked, scared that his wife might have been hurt. But she wasn't. At least not physically.
She smiled wickedly up at him with lust in her eyes. "I'm just perfect."
