I was nursing a Long Island Ice Tea, thinking about my children, they were a band of incestuous perverts, I had video proof. What I tried to ignore, ...ried to deny, is that I was as perverted as they. I knew what they were doing and openly gave them permission to keep it up. I put my girl child on birth control so she could fuck her brothers. My daughter's suggestion of a full family orgy wouldn't leave me alone, I kept flashing back on what the boys had hanging between their legs. Their. I got up and went back to our table in a fog. An hour before I was all about going to Greece, but now? Now there’s like a buzz in my head. I don’t hear people clearly, I don’t think clearly. I’m not reacting to questions around me. Everything – every decision I’m making – is taking an extra beat. All I’m thinking about is this girl I just met. Said maybe three sentences to and who I’ve fucking barely ever heard talk. And I’m standing there at my table getting ready to head out and I’m seeing. The man between my tits squeezes my tits hard around his thrusting pole and he groans and gasps. Without warning, my mouth is suddenly full of another man’s cum as he releases, his body jerking and twitching. He pulls out and sprays my face with his hot, gooey cum just as the cock between my tits erupts, splattering my face, neck and pearls with his manly jism. I feel the man fucking me squeeze my legs tighter to his chest as he pounds me harder. One by one they step away from me, having used. But worst of all, she had enjoyed it. Not now, after the fact, but during the sex. She still wanted to protect her daughter from making the same mistake her own sister had made, and racked her brain for another solution, but came up empty. She would make the sacrifice. She had to. But she promised herself not to enjoy the sex with Jason. She loved her husband too much for that.Like an alcoholic on a binge, the day passed in a daze. The slamming of the front door and her daughter yelling, "I'm.