Utterly destroy my arsehole.
Mum's never been a 'sexual starver,'
She's always had plenty of fucks 'left in the larder.'
In her seat, mum's adjusting,
After another arsehole busting.
Mum and Dad are dressing up with uniforms, wigs and moustaches. It's a shame about the genital disfugurements and puss dripping rashes.
Mum's so smashed from bottles of Châteauneuf-du-Pape,
Blokes are becoming inebriated from a sniff of her crap.
it's only a sign of the times
the number and bestial nature of your horrorshow sex crimes
The sex-acts mum's been involved in this evening: morally questionable,
Amount of bloke's spunk in her stomach: potentially indigestible.
Dad's excellent application for children's playground designer,
Has been significantly offset by his known threat to minors.
Mum's surrounded by hangers-on and sycophants,
Who all have one thing in mind: getting in her pants.
What's the weirdest place you've fucked your dad before?
I know, it's the aisle in the supermarket where they keep the coleslaw!
Dad's having a wank (but firing blanks),
Over his poster collection of Matt LeBlanc.
