Her mom was on her hands and knees getting fucked very hard from behind. Ally could tell that much by how hard the bed was rocking. As soon as she rea...ized it was her own mother in there with Trent Ally was sure she was being raped. She was going to rush in and stop him, but then what her mom was screaming registered. "Oh God, fuck me, Trent! Fuck me hard," she cried. She was not being raped. She was an active participant. Ally's stomach churned and she didn't know how long she stood there. It. You don’t mind, do you?’ Julia shook her head and exhaled a deep breath. She wasn’t supposed to mind that her mother had finally met her boyfriend, that she’d probably flirted with him. Look how she was dressed! Julia had long known of her mother’s penchant for…attracting the…affections of other men. She could even recall a few of their names. Her father didn’t seem to care so Sandra continued playing the role of slut. It was yet another reason that Julia didn’t want her boyfriend anywhere. The winding road was lined on both sides with massive oak trees which had grown tall and in their maturity formed a tunnel-like approach to the house. As I cleared the shaded oak tunnel the house revealed itself. Just like 90% of all the older homes in the South, it was white, but that is where the resemblance ended. It was a two-story, rambling house of probably 8,000 square feet. In true traditional Colonial Revival style, it had a veranda wrapping around the front, east, and west sides. Mr.. “My dick would have shrunk down eventually” I though as I sat next to her on the bed.“A woman of my age still has these needs, Julian. After I saw you staring at that topless lady on the beach the other day, I thought you would understand. But I should have told you guys what I was going to do. I know after the divorce you have suffered just as much as I have, perhaps even more. I promise I’m not going to make the same mistakes, but I need someone to love me in order to feel alive.”“Mom what.