Oh fuck! What the fuck have I done? A few minutes later, a somewhat numb and distraught Ray enters the kitchen and sits down at the table. “Yesenia,...how could you do this? You let me fuck you, cum in you while the whole time making me believe it was my daughter.”“Do you want cream and sugar, Ray?” Yesenia asks, bringing him a cup of coffee.“What?” he asks caught off guard. “No. Yesenia, I’m trying to talk to you.”“So then, how about some jelly for your toast, lover?” she asks, teasing him.“Stop. Again our eyes lock. This time you forcefully tell me to wait. This time I listen. You tell me to slowly unbutton my shirt.I take your hint and slowly take off my belt and keep it in my left hand. You look down at my pants and can see the bulge in my pants. You approve and smile. With my right hand I slowly pull down my zipper and my pants fall to the ground. My boxers are now pressed hard against my cock. Your foot leaves my chest and starts to rub my cock. It feels so good. My head. I know my mother was in need of a good cum but I took her by the hand leading her to her own bedroom.There we found her father on his back on the big bed with Wendy straddling him riding Grandpa Jack's seven inch penis like a cowgirl at the rodeo. I bent my mother over the end of the bed so we could watch while I slipped my half hard cock into her pussy. It wasn't long before I was fully erect again. My mother's cunt was having spasms against my cock as she had a good cum. I emptied my prick. It seems all the creeps had weak stomachs. Not long after everyone began showing off scars, the number of people watching slowly started dropping. As soon as things changed to the gross details surrounding each scar, the room really cleared out. There were still a few diehard lurkers, so I looked them all over. Just putting the pointer over their video made that one enlarge. Despite all the hype in the news, there were not many guys sitting there jacking off watching the video chat. I was.