Both my sister and I would be woken up late at night and ushered into the living room, where our mother, drunk out of her head, would be getting fucke... by some guy they had brought back from a visit to the pub.Dad would explain to him we needed sex education, so a show of fucking was put on by the stranger as dad would explain what he was doing, and how much pleasure mother was feeling, our presence the driving force for the guy to fuck harder, our poor mother, just too stoned to realize her. My face slid blindly into this unknown area and I hesitantly poked my tongue into my girlfriend’s mother’s bottom.She tensed and drew a quick breath.“I can’t really…” I began.“Lick me from behind,” she said urgently, turning over and up onto her knees. “My vagina.”I did as I was told and loved the warm slippery richness. I drank her juices as I silently adored her.And then I found myself unable to keep away from her utterly private area. I thrust my tongue between her buttocks and licked her. Before that damn war changed everything.She'd felt so badly for her brave and apparently formerly athletic hero. "Gosh, Sledge, you were a World Cup soccer star, even with your clubbed feet? How brave! That darn war!"Her face had been wet with tears, but it wasn't nearly as wet as her oh-so-gullible pussy.He'd just patted her on the head before draining his tiny nuts in her ear.Sledge didn't mind that Pollyanna was just too plum stupid to realize that a forty-year-old man in the year 2009 would. "Your sperm is all over my husband's side of the bed." Good," the repairman said. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him."Vicki began to feel shame again. How could she listen to someone talking about her beloved husband that way? But she was so sexually aroused, she couldn't keep her mind on that. She marveled at how the repairman could come so hard, so soon after he had come in her mouth. She thought of her husband and realized it was a rare week in which Don could come twice."Oh, I wish we.