“You can’t tell on me now you little tattle-tale brat because you cussed, too. Saying ‘ass’ is just as bad as saying ‘damn’!”“Is not!...�� she heatedly pouted. “Besides, I was only repeating what Mama said. Those were not ‘my’ words.”I sneered and said, “But girlie girl, those words came from ‘your’ mouth! Just find your frigging baton and stop pestering me.”I turned my back and retreated to ‘my’ part of the basement. Dad had let me set up my own private workshop in one corner. I had my own. She said she would make us all a cuppa if I could take a look at the video camera and showed me into the living room. When I checked everything had been set up correctly, it was just simply that it had been set to still picture camera mode rather than moving video. Debbie came back in to say they had run out of sugar. Mark offered to take the 10 minute walk to the local shop to get some. I explained to Debbie everything was now working fine. She gave me a little motherly hug and asked could I. "We ran into a couple of guys he knew from school, and he introduced me. He told them, 'This is Natalie, she's horny as hell and she's got really nice tits; want to join me tonight in boffing her brains out?' Well, to make a long story short, I was, I did, they wanted to and now I'm an airhead." I looked at them very innocently and said, "So, what did you guys do all evening?"Mom's face was so red I thought something would burst. She had her hand so tightly over her mouth it would probably. She slugged down some more vodka and continued, not looking at me, “When we were dating I was screwing at least one other guy the whole time. As a matter of fact, I remember that I’d been laid the afternoon of the first time I fucked you. I didn’t give up my other lovers until we got engaged. I was faithful to you, with effort, until relatively recently.” She stopped and look at me.I simply said, “Oh really?”More vodka. “I learned in high school that pussy is a great tool to get guys to do what.