I slowly let it go and placed my hand on her waist. Then I slept. Next morning, as usual, I woke up late.It felt like last night was a dream. But that...��s when I started feeling wet in my pant. My underwear was full of white fluid. That was more than enough to prove that I actually dry humped mom last night. I took a bath and came down. I didn’t hug her. I didn’t want to talk to her. It felt awkward.But anyways I had to talk to her when she asks about the cum stain on my undies. But to my. ” Ok so I should have been offended. But I wasn’t. I have no idea why. He reached in close and offered me his hand.“I’m John. Im staying with some friends next door and lost the bet to come say hey. We have been admiring the show for a little while. Gotta say, I could have stayed and watched all day, and now I have ruined it.”I took his large hand in mine. Mine sweaty from nerves and shook it. His was large and engulfed mine. When I did, my chest swayed first up and then to the side. He didn’t. It was sharp and alive, and the memories were poignant. The past was so near that I could reach out and touch its warm fabric and horror.Now through the tunnels and wormholes of time I hear the muffled screams of the women the Marquis had tortured - my women: my immediate and extended family: Isabelle, Esme, Nicolette, Adalyn and dear wonderful Ann Marie; also my friends and various servants. I hear the terrified moans and cries as their bodies are torn apart with pliers and knives, as chisels. I've known about you and dad for about four months now. One night I woke up to go to the bathroom and I heard noises and went to look and saw Dad and Uncle Dave both fucking you. Dave was on the bottom with his cock in your pussy while your tits were pressed against his chest and Dad was on top holding your hips and fucking you in the ass. I watched till it was over and I saw you suck both of their cocks clean." Mom, I want to ask you something. Ever since I was old enough to know about.