I am no expert but I am sure no man could thrust as fast as Goldie. He literally pounded me into submission. I squealed, I moaned, I urged him on. “...ood boy Goldie. Yes I want it” I mumbled. I don’t suppose he had any idea of what I was saying. He was doing what he was trained to do. What came naturally. I started to push back to meet his relentless thrusting. I could keep pace. Then I felt it. His huge knot. He was eager to bury that inside me. After several attempts, and a lot of screaming. We arrived. It was your typical club, except it was totally nude. You had to bring your own beverages, so we had a bottle of whiskey and would buy the setups from the club. It was smoky and loud, and full of beautiful, sleazy women. Most of them only wearing G-strings, as they trolled around looking for someone willing to spend money. I told Peggy she was over dressed. She blushed. I hoped she’d be just wearing her thong before long.We found a table close to the stage but off to one side. I. Her telling me this story only made me horny all over again. Wanting my father again. And wait, wanting my mother again! I'd never before considered myself lesbian, gay, or bi; but recalling my mother's mouth on my pussy last night. Licking my juices. Licking my fathers, her husband's, cum from me....was making me horny all over again. It didn't help that my mother sat there nude, her still firm breasts open to my view, her hand atop the sheet on my hip. Her touch felt hot. Like she was. And because I was horny. Anything else? Jesus Christ, Hugh, why are you so upset? You sound like you’re jealous.”“Oh, fuck it,” I said, and left the house. I drove around and gradually cooled off and I really couldn’t put a finger on why I was reacting the way I was. I filled my day with meaningless activities until I felt it was safe to go back to the house with my tail between my legs.----I stopped to pick up some sandwiches on the way home. When I entered the house I noticed that Cindy had.