I do.” I slid my hand lower and cupped my mother’s pussy.Mom started to gently push against my hand as she whispered in my ear, “Did you know so...e men like to kiss a woman down there.”I took that as a thinly veiled hint of where my mother wanted to take our relationship, “I know, Mom, I have seen them do it in the films. I will kiss you down there if you want me too?”“Would you, my darling? Would you really do that for me?”I took my hand from between my mother’s legs. I moved toward her pussy. I had my zipper open enough to touch my pussy. It got stuck. I know whoever was behind me was only trying to help. They reached around from behind to get the zipper fixed and touched my pussy as they worked to get it unstuck. I needed them that badly, but each time it happened, I started to get the feeling that I need to get away,” she said, looking at the floor. “When the person behind me couldn’t get the zipper, one of the kids in front of me tried. First one finger, and then two pushed. He pulled out B4 cumming, and one of the other guys shoved his dick in me. What a glorious fucking I was getting. Dicks shoved deep in my cunt,. exactly what I lusted after. They called me a slut, saying fuck this dick you slut. You nasty whore. I felt such shame at the time. But I didn't care. Feeling shame is part of the trip. Shame is a very intense emotion that I rather enjoy. especially when there's a dick fucking my cunt. I told the men that they could take turns fucking my pussy as long. A.p. , as mom will be up really soon. Sara pulls the sex soaked and blood spotted sheets off my bed and starts remaking it, I take the used ones to the laundry room. I come back up stairs, headed to my bedroom, when mom's alarm goes off. We made it back to our own rooms just as mom was coming out of her's. Later that day Sara came to my room saying she needed to talk. She said she needed to know how I thought we should handle our situation. I looked at her and said; "Well I've given this a lot.