In his words: Mom is always going into my room unannounced to look through my stuff, then she has the nerve to tell me to pick up MY room. I've just turned 18, and hey-- I work AND go to school, and she has the audacity to call me a pig. She acts like she is perfect when I know she spends all her money on designer clothes and designer clubs with her housewife friends, we don't have the type of money for that, when I've got to pay for college on my own. I guess she wants to keep up with the Jones' but they, at least, help out with tuition. I'm quiet when she rails me about this and that, I've got a trick up my sleeve. I bought a piggy potion that makes women horny. I planned to use it on the cute, little Blonde next door, but Mom is making my cock hard in that red pencil skirt. Sure, my mom's a real bitch, but the way she pouts her lips to smooth the gloss over her lips made me certain I used it on the right woman. Mom is an uptight milf who needs a good porking to set her straight. I'm fairly certain this broad hasn't had sex since Bush was in office, now she's going to see my bush, pressed up against her's, with all 8 inches of my boy meat in her. I'm going to make her squeal! In her words: My handsome young man doesn't realize his full potential. He's messing around with a minimum wage job, taking one class at the local community college, and chasing girls all night long. It's never too late to instill some good manners into him, and even though he's getting older, I can still teach him to keep a tidy room. A tidy room encourages a tidy mind, and his mind needs to be cleansed. I give him a simple chore of shining my shoes, hell-- I used to have to shine my Dad's shoes, it's what little ones used to do to learn how to be a productive citizen. I then see him reach in his pocket and pull out a present! Oh. my. gosh, I have no idea how he can afford it! I roll the designer gloss on my lips and it tingles! It's the plumping properties in it, surely, I then snort a little. Did I just snort, or.. ? I shake the unpleasant thought off and send him away on a task for me. I notice his backpack, it's high time that I see what this young man is up to! I notice the maxim condoms and I am conflicted with feelings of inappropriate sexual curiosity, and outrage that he is having sex. I don't notice that my nose is growing bulbous, and my ears are elongating, all I can think about is my son's massive cock. I feel a tickle in my panties, my lower spine arches out, the ears growing through my hair gives me a tickle and I look up, I'M A PIG! I snort, "Helllp!" I snort, as juices run through my panties, the aching in my feet knocks me on my back and I watch as my feet extend into hooves, my hands as well, my stockings run with the growing tension. My son hurries in, "I *oink* think I need to *oink* go to the hospital." He has a wicked grin on his face, the familiar grin that he uses before he does something very naughty. He unzips, and takes out his cock. I can't believe he is coming close to me, closer, closer, and did I just part my legs? He tears my already ruined pantyhose and sticks the head of his cock inside of my tight wet flower. My tail twitches in excitement. I try to tell myself that my mind's not right, but oh-- I want more, the pumping of his shaft, in and out of my tight, wet pussy makes me grunt and squeal! I am shameless. He cums all over me and I turn around and twitch my tail at him, he needs to take Mommy again and again. *Oink, grunt, oink