... happening. “I thought you were going to spend the summer at home to take care of Ken and avoid having a second baby before our son is a year old.”
“That’s what I had in mind,” Gwen agreed as Grandpa Max pulled the rustbucket out of the school parking lot and headed for the interstate, “but I was outvoted. Our parents, Jane, Keesha, and Keesha’s mom all decided that Grandpa Max would need help to make sure that you don’t end up impregnating half the girls in the continental US.”
“But Gwen,” Ben started to whine, taking a seat at the dinning room table when he realized that he was still standing, “I’m not going to go fuck crazy. I don’t need a babysitter.”
“That’s not what we decided,” Gwen said matter of factly.
“Who is we?” Ben asked sourly.
“Me, your mom, my mom, Jane, Keesha, and Keesha’s mom,” Gwen said, listing off all the women Ben had fucked and impregnated in the past year. “Look Ben, we don’t mind if you fuck other girls while you’re out with Grandpa Max for the summer. In fact we expect you to fuck other girls, with your sex drive I think it’s a miracle that the six of us are able to keep you satisfied. But we don’t want you to fuck every pussy you come across this summer because that would probably mean a noticeable rise in the birthrate in the...