“For what?” I worried.“To begin your training. Now that you’re my cum slut, Mommy. I have to start on raping you for real.”I opened my mouth...to object, vehemently, but nothing issued.He looked at my reddedned wrists. Flakes of skin peeled from beneath cords.“Do those hurt?”“YES!” I cried. Still trying to collect my argument.“Good.” He brightened. Turning to his pajama pants he shucked them to the floor. His cock was just coming to life.“It’s not good, Race. You’re really hurting me. I could. What you were doing was perfectly natural. And love within the family is OK too. Which is why we wanted to talk to you both. I don’t really know how to start this, but it’s about the house, and money and stuff. Things haven't been going too well at work lately, and finances have got, well, a bit tough. We owe the bank a lot of money, and we may have to sell the house and move into a caravan or something if we can't keep up the repayments.”I remember starting to cry. I loved our house. . Every now and then someone we were speaking with would sniff the air and give us a strange look. Finally, Debbie squeezed my hand and whispered in my ear, “Can we go now? This being a slut is getting a bit old. Our cum has been running down my legs making my thighs sticky as hell, and I smell bad. I’d really like to use your shower now if you don’t mind.” I agreed, “Sure Baby. Let’s go. I could probably use a shower myself.” We said our goodbyes to our hosts and headed for my place. On the way. She was startled by his sudden closeness and he gently touched both her arms to acknowledge her surprise. She then turned around and they both grabbed each other and began to kiss very passionately, she could feel how much this was pleasing him. She then lowered her hand and began to rub his crotch, which resulted in him increasing the intensity of his kisses. This made her aware of the very moist feeling she had between her legs. She took his hand from her and guided it into position. Gently.