Now he was tearing my pussy to pieces with his pole and his words about my tight white cunt were burned into my head for the eternity. He told me that...my tight white cunt felt like I could be a virgin and I wouldn’t ever get as big a cock as his pushed into me than right now. My pussy was in flames, pain and pleasure made my body tremble and I panted, groaned and moaned like never before.Sue was still in there and watched how the men were lined up to fuck my pussy. She grinned at me and her. Even in his bruised up state, Ed was smart enough to realize that he would end up with far more serious charges than Darryl would.Donna later told me that her father nearly went catatonic, screaming "who called the fucking police, no police," which at the time she even thought was funny.Donna was being the dutiful daughter, or so she thought. She stayed right by her father's side. She was also really pissed at Darryl, and I guess under the circumstances she should've been, because once again Ed. Virginia bookmarked a lunch for the couples to meet each other. When they saw Rebecca and Bernie, they got taken by how stylish was the woman, wearing a hat and a ‘furry-like’ coat and the man as well, with expensive Italian suit. Not that the other couple wasn’t style-wise, but what they found really got them to like it.“You must be Robert and Virginia. Nice to meet you, I am Rebecca and this is my husband Bernard”“All my friends call me Bernie, and I think you can call me that as well”The. And if you have read it. Enjoy the story.The Hints:Mom always gave me small hints, the usual ones which I understood. The only thing that kept me from making a move was the fear. What if anyone comes to know about it? Is mom doing this on purpose, or am I thinking wrong? Fucking my mother, what will this relationship be called? Numerous questions revolved in my mind. The usual hints, dropping the saree pallu on purpose while she is getting ready in front of me. Sometimes, before.