"Damn straight. Seeing it, eating it, and f*****g the s**t out of it. I love it all. Thanks, Mom."
"No. Thank you, Baby. That was so hot, and to take my own son's hot load, commit incest, and love it. I'm going to need more of that."
I grin again, pulling into the pizza joint, "Yes, Mommy."
We both laughed, and I hopped out for the pizza while Mom finished buckling in again. I brought the hot pizza back out shortly after and handed it carefully to Mom so the hot pies didn't burn her. I giggled again, and with Mom's curious look, I held up a finger for her to wait a minute.
I hop back in again and say, "I was thinking, 'I wasn't sure which pie is hotter, yours or these.'"
"Oh, you're so bad. Mine is, of course. I'm still horny and want another f*****g, but we need to get home." We laug
