Sex Bomb

Dash stirred, and felt something warm pressed against her. She opened her eyes and found herself staring into Turner’s sleeping face. After a moment, she rolled him off of her and sat up. She stared at down at her bed sheets at the mess of dried sexual fluids.

“...They don’t show that part in the pornos.” she muttered, “...I probably can wash it out.”

She glanced next to her at Turner’s sleeping form and lay back down next to him. She reached out and dragged a finger across his chest, down his stomach and paused. A smile grew on her face as she began to trace her finger around his penis. The smile turned devilish as he stirred and his erection grew.

“Whu..?” Turner blinked, vision blurry.

“Hey.” Dash shifted position, as she mounted Turner again, “Wanna do it again?”

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The bathroom door squeaked open as Dash and Turner walked out. Dash wore little more than her panties and an oversized t-shirt, while Turner wore his pants.

“...I still don’t see why you have to wear my shirt.”

“It’s comfortable,” she grinned, “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Dunno, what were you planning for today?”

“Well…” Dash trailed off and came to a stop, “You smell that?”

“Smell wha…” Turner trailed off as the smell reached his nose: bacon.

“...Oh shit,” Dash swore as she rushed towards the kitchen. Turner followed on her heels and came to a stop behind her. A pink-skinned middle aged woman glanced up from the newspaper. Her Graying blue hair tied back in a ponytail, glasses low on her nose and cigarette clamped in her mouth.

“...Kid, you got a lot of explaining to do,” She grunted.

A head poked out from the kitchen: a Middle-aged man with light blue skin and a rainbow colored mess of hair beamed back at the two.

“Mourning Dashie. Mourning Turner. How do you like your eggs?” He asked.

“I thought you guys weren’t coming back until Tuesday,” Dash ignored both of her parents.

“It was cut short,” Her father replied, ducking back into the kitchen, “Sunny side up alright? Everyone likes sunny side up and runny yokes.”

“...Take a seat Dash. Turner,” Dash’s mother flipped the newspaper page, “We got a lot to talk about. For starters, why you thought this was a good idea.”

“This is a dream, right?” Dash muttered as she sat at the table across from her mother. Turner silently followed suit, unsure of what to say.

“For starters, kids…” Dash’s mother trailed off, “As long as you use protection, I really don’t care.” She paused, “Lemme rephrase that, Don’t do something illegal, and use protection. I’m too damn young to be a grandmother.”

“I agree,” Dash’s father entered the kitchen carrying two plates, heaped with toast, eggs, bacon, fried tomatoes, and other foodstuff.
“Now I’m sure you both had a very busy and very fun night, so eat up.”

“...I can’t believe this is happening,” Dash’s head thumped against the table, causing all the silverware to jump.

“Neither can I Kid,” her mother muttered.