Tess was flabbergasted. Aunt Kat was fucking her son, and his father was participating. She watched as their bodies moved together, their skin shinin... in the ambient light. Shane move his hands forward and grasp of his mother’s swinging breasts, never stopping the motion of his hips. He pinched her nipples and Kat’s back arched as a muffled squeal came from her throat. Tess’s fingers found her clit again and circled it aggressively. The incestuous hedonism she was witnessing was affecting. I picked up my phone, not really looking at who it was and to my surprise it was my father. Immediately I felt humiliated. He was just ringing to see how I was and ask if I was going to visit him and my mother. My humiliation came crashing down on me. I wasn't born to serve another man's penis. How pathetic I had become. I made my excuses as I couldn't bear to talk to my father knowing what I had done. When he got off the phone I started crying. This had to stop.The next two hours were a frenzy. "Hang on a moment," I said, "We have a late candidate."Phil and I had bantered like this since we'd been students together.With both of us being such admirers of female beauty, our drunkennights out usually degenerated into drooling over one girl, and thenthe next. The women we watched were always younger, attractive andinfinitely unobtainable, so there had never been any advancement inour routine over many years. Even Phil's brief marriage had madelittle difference to our outings. I'd half. We drove for about an hour before pulling in to a home set back in a nice country area , we went into the house and sat down in the living room , i asked where his friends were , he said they would be along soon he then left the room and came back with two large glasses of wine i drank the wine and started to kiss Paul , he ran his fingers down my back and across my thigh and up my skirt , he said good girl no panties , lol, i said i was feeling a little strange , he smiled and told me he had.