She saw Jen first and started in surprise. Then she saw me and stepped back - too late.Her inner thighs were dripping in cum and her labia were long a...d stretched."Son of a bitch!" I swam to the side got out and walked right past them. I grabbed my shorts and pulled them on. I was halfway to the gate when Lynne called out."Jeff! Jeffery! Don't leave now, we need to talk about this - with everyone. It's not what you think."I stopped and turned. I looked right at her used sex and Dave's dripping. It isn't pretty. She got addicted to d**gs while I was deployed in the military. I refused to pay for her d**gs. So she started going over the the bikers that got he hooked and would fuck enough of them to get what she needed. Later she realized that wasn't the best way to do it. So she took to the street. She was able to make a go of it, for a couple reasons. First the bikers ran crime in our town, so she as long as she was buying her d**gs from them, no pimp could get away with giving. "These look fine, honey. I'll lay them on the bed for you. WellI'll leave you alone so you can do your nails and make-up. Call me afteryou get decent and I'll help you with your hair. I plugged in your hotrollers to give your hair some curl. Now don't dilly-dally either. It'sgetting late and your father said he would most likely be here closer tosix." Ok, Mom."As soon as she left I expertly put ten or twelve large and medium curlersin my hair. I remembered how I struggled with curlers earlier. He didn't want to do any "faggy shit like kissing or whatever." I agreed with him, as all I really wanted was to be bent over by this rough older straight man and fucked and bred. He knew my age and told me not to tell anyone, as he didn't want to go to jail... I think not telling anyone for 13 years is good, btw, my state, age of consent is 16, so...He locks the doors to the kitchen and we go to the back office. Bill is wearing his normal uniform, black jeans, black boots and a white Chef's.